Chapter 9 #2
Another surge of desire floods me. I lick her sweet pussy all over, and her fingers tangle into my hair.
“Oh, Blake—” I love the way my name sounds in her mouth. The way her body jerks and twitches and her hips start lifting right off the bed.
She needs me inside her.
And I need to mate her, more than I’ve needed anything in my life.
She trembles and trembles. She’s getting close. I want her to come on my tongue. But I also want her to come for the first time around my cock.
“Blake… inside… now,” she pants.
I lift my head.
“I need you inside me,” she murmurs. Her lips and cheeks are red, and her eyes glittering.
I bound up the bed, arch over her. “Are you sure, little birdie?” I growl.
“Yes. Now. Has to happen now,” she mutters, like a woman possessed. She reaches for my cock. She’s such a delightful combination of inexperience and eagerness.
And that’s all the encouragement I need. I press my cock to her entrance. She’s so tiny. I’ve got to go slow. I work it back and forth, sliding in a little, letting her get used to me. Her hands and thighs twitch, drawing me closer, pushing me away again.
“So big—” Then, “Blake—inside me.”
“That’s what I’m doing, honey,” I growl. “Gonna push my big cock inside you. Take your virginity. Make you mine.”
“Yes,” she pants.
I push a little more in, and she gasps.
I withdraw a little. Jesus. She’s gripping me so tight. I’m gonna blow my load before I get inside her.
“More,” she gasps.
With a grin, I slide in another inch.
She gives a wild cry. I go still. But she grabs my hips. “Give me all of you,” she pants. “I want it. I want you to claim me.”
I cage a roar behind my teeth, and I push my cock all the way into her. Break through her virginity. She cries out again, while her nails bite deep into my back, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me tight to her.
“Fuck!” she gasps.
I hit home. My cock buried deep in her sweet little pussy.
She looks up at me, stunned. “You’re inside me.”
“I am. All of me.” I dip my head and kiss her, long and tender. My cock is pulsing, but I hold still, letting her get accustomed to it. Savoring this perfect moment.
She’s mine now.
Little by little, I start to move inside her. She’s so tight, but so wet, and my cock glides in and out.
“Fuck,” she moans, over and over.
She clings to me as I pump faster and faster into her sweet body. “Oh, I’m going to—” she mutters.
Then it happens. I feel her pussy clench around me, then she cries out rapturously.
She’s coming around my cock, and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. I can’t hold on any longer. I go faster, faster, faster, and then I explode, too. My beast roars, and I shoot my seed deep inside her virgin pussy. Hot, fertile spurts. Flooding her womb.
I turn onto my side before I crush her tiny body, and snuggle her into my arms.
When she nuzzles her face beneath my chin with a sweet little sigh, gratitude floods me. After all I did to her, she let me take her virginity. And I know I hurt her—she’s so small and tight. But she doesn’t hate me.
I caress her soft body with my fingertips, marveling at the softness of her skin, at the intricate designs scattered all over it.
I still don’t like the fact that another man marked her. But soon I’ll give her my claiming mark, and that’s all that will matter.
“Did you like it?” I ask.
“It was… great,” she breathes. “Thank you for making it so good for me.”
I laugh. “You don’t need to thank me.”
“Well.” She shifts on the mattress, then she slides a hand down between her legs. She raises her fingers, examining them with a frown. They’re slick with my seed. “You came inside me,” she murmurs.
“Don’t worry, you’re not on heat,” I tell her.
She smiles. “I think you’re right. And I like that you know.”
“I’m a wolf.” I shrug. I slide my hand lower, to her soft inner thigh. “Of course, I know. But one day, we’ll make some beautiful babies together.”
She goes still. “What?”
“When I’ve claimed you. And you’re ready, of course.” I trail my fingers over her taut stomach. “I can’t wait to see your belly swell with my pups.”
“Blake—” She jerks away from me.
Alarm darts through me. “What? What did I say?”
“We can’t have babies. We’re a wolf and a bird. That’s the craziest combination I can think of.”
“But it’s meant to be. We just mated.”
“I know. I know. I wanted to. But that doesn’t mean I’m your mate.” She flips over and the look she gives me pierces me.
Ice pours through my soul.
She does still hate me. Her bird wants me. Her body wants me, but I see in her eyes that she trusts me about as far as she can throw me.
“I’m so different from you. You’re an Alpha wolf and I’m not even a real shifter.”
“What do you mean?” I reach for her, but she slides even farther away from me.
“I’m a broken bird. I can’t even shift properly.”
The sadness on her face breaks my heart. “What do you mean?”
Her voice is low, almost a whisper. “When I was a baby, and they found me in a cardboard box, my arm was broken. My real family must’ve hurt me.
Who knows what they did to me. But I’ve never been able to shift properly, let alone fly.
I just turn into this ugly jumble of feathers and twisted wings. ”
“Oh—Baby bird.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my body. She resists me, all sharp elbows and knees, but I’m not going to let her go. I hold her tight, caging her in the warmth of my body, while she pummels and fights me.
Slowly, slowly, she stops struggling, and a pained, strangled sound escapes her lips.
I rub her back gently. “You can trust me, Elinor,” I tell her.
When I stroke her cheek, I discover it’s wet with tears.
“But can I?” she whispers.
I stiffen.
Of course, she can. But I can’t blame her for not trusting me. Will she ever be able to trust me after what I did to her?
She sniffs loudly. “I’ve got to go.” She wriggles out from under my arm.
“Stay here tonight. I’ll get some food brought up. You can just relax. I’ll bring my laptop up and you can watch movies—”
“I need to get back to Perdue.” She reaches for her clothes, which are still scattered on the ground, and in a flash, she’s dressed again.
I walk her downstairs and out to her car. But she’s so spiky, so turned away from me that I don’t dare to press a kiss on her lips before she slides into the seat.
She slams the door and reverses out of the space without a second glance.
As I watch her drive off into the dark night, my heart aches.
My poor girl has suffered so much. She deserves the best mate, and maybe that’s not me.
When she was growing up, I was part of the problem. I continued the pain her family had caused her.
How can I also be a part of the solution?