6. Thorn
6
THORN
“Take your clothes off and put this on,” I growl louder than necessary and hand her the shirt I wore yesterday. I need my smell all over her. Maybe that will calm down the raging inferno inside me.
She quickly strips out of what she’s wearing and pulls my shirt over her head. I don’t miss how her hands are shaking and fear has engulfed her. I hate that she is scared of me, and though I know I should be gentle with her right now, I can’t calm myself. Seeing her outside, unprotected, in front of another naked man has me on an edge I didn’t even know existed.
“Sit in front of the fireplace. I’ll get a fire started to warm you up,” I order, and she obliges, scurrying past me and into the chair closest to the fireplace.
I make quick work of stacking the wood and lighting the flame until a nice fire is burning continuously.
My rage has somewhat simmered down, but I’m still not ready to sit beside her. My wolf scratches at the surface, and I don’t know if I can control my strength right now. Abigail is human, fragile and breakable. I could hurt her. The mating bond makes her heal quicker, but she is still much more vulnerable than a shifter.
I don’t bother putting my own clothes back on. I don’t get cold, and my cock is so hard it would just be uncomfortable anyway. Sitting down across from her, I try to think about anything besides claiming her all over again and marking every inch of her body. Still, she is making it hard… actually and figuratively.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my little mate is trying to seduce me. Not that it would take a lot to get me going when I’m around her, but with her wiggling around the chair, making her shirt ride up her bare legs, I’m even stiffer than normal.
“I’m going to need you to sit still, or at least throw the blanket over your legs.”
She draws her eyebrows together in confusion and slightly shrugs her shoulders, mouthing, “Why?”
“Because if I get one glimpse of your pussy, I won't be able to stop myself from rutting you like a wild animal.”
Her eyes go wide, and her breathing speeds up, making her perky tits rise and fall rapidly. I can see her nipples hardening through the thin material, and I have to bite back a growl. Instead of following my direction, she takes me by surprise when she spreads her legs, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.
“You are playing a dangerous game, little mate. I won’t be gentle with you right now. Close your legs before you regret it.”
The little minx spreads her thighs even wider, going as far as draping one leg over the armrest. But what really makes me snap is when I catch the scent of her sweet arousal in the air.
With a primal roar, I’m off my chair and across the space in no time, ripping my shirt from her body. Her shocked gasp doesn't slow me down, and neither does her nails digging into my biceps where she clings to my arms.
In one swift move, I grab her from the chair and put her flat on her back in front of the fireplace. I let my hands run all over her body, grabbing her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She squirms beneath me as I start to devour her mouth, stroking her tongue with mine until our lips are bruised and swollen.
When I have enough of her mouth, I move down her body, sucking on her tits until they are so sensitive she whimpers and tries to shove me away. I continue my onslaught on her body, placing open-mouth kisses over her stomach, down her hips and inner thigh until I get to the promised land between her thighs.
Grabbing her knees, I spread her legs as far as they will go and lower my mouth to her puckered asshole. I place my tongue over her virgin hole, pushing it slightly. Her whole body shudders, but she doesn't try to stop me.
“Good girl,” I growl before licking all the way from her asshole, over her pussy, and to her throbbing clit. I continue working on the small bundle of nerves until she buries her fingers in my hair, pulling on the strands. I suck and lick until her body arches off the floor, and her release coats my tongue.
While she comes down from her orgasm, I move back up her body. “You are mine. All of you. Your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. Do you understand?”
She looks at me disoriented, her eyes are glassy and half closed, but she manages to nod.
“Good. No other man will ever have you. You belong to me. Now turn around and get on all fours.”
Her movements are sluggish and not fast enough for me, so I grab her hips and position her the way I want her. Placing my hand between her shoulders, I press her lower body into the fluffy carpet while her ass is up in the air.
In one hard thrust, I bury my entire length inside her. Then I do what I promised her. I rut her like a wild animal. With my wolf right at the surface, I pound into her without restraint. The tip of my cock hits her cervix with each thrust, but I’m still not getting enough. I want to take her deeper, harder, and mark her over and over again until the world knows she is mine.
I look down where we are joined, my cock stretching her small pussy, and her puckered asshole begging to be played with. I bring my thumb to her back hole and start massaging it before pressing inside.
The smallest moan slips from her lips. It’s so quiet. If I didn’t have shifter hearing, I would have missed it. I want to hear it again, so I shove my thumb in deeper while I keep fucking her pussy. Instead of making another sound, her thighs quiver, and her pussy convulses, clamping down on my cock like it's trying to milk me.
Her orgasm triggers my own, and I come so hard my vision goes black, and I see stars. My release seems to go on forever, filling her pussy with so much cum it must be dripping down her thighs.
When I finally come down from my post-orgasmic high, I slump down to the ground next to her and pull her limp body close to mine. It takes another few minutes for all of my senses to return, and I’m finally able to think clearly again.
“Shit, are you okay?” I place my hand on her shoulder and roll her over so I can look at her face. Her eyes are closed, and at first glance, she looks okay. Only when I inspect the rest of her body do I notice the blooming bruises on her hips where I was holding her too tight, the red marks on her knees where the carpet rubbed onto her delicate skin, and her swollen pussy leaking my cum.
“Fuck, Abbie.” I shake her gently, forcing her eyes open. “I’m sorry, I lost control. Fuck, I was too rough with you. Where do you hurt? Show me,” I demand, but all she does is shake her head.
“Don’t tell me no. I need to know where you are hurt. I’ll get you some ice, pain meds… whatever you need. Just show me.” She shakes her head again, then lifts her hand and pretends to write. “Hold on, I’ll get the pen and paper.”
I rush into the kitchen to get her something to write on. When I get back, she is sitting up. I hand her what she asked for, and she starts writing.
You didn’t hurt me.
“I did. Look at your hips.” I point at the bruises outlining my fingers. She looks down at her skin and raises her eyebrows like she’s surprised to see them there. Running her fingertips over the colored flesh, she pushes down as if to test if they were real.
When she lifts her gaze again, I expect to find anger and disappointment in her eyes. I swore I would never hurt her. She has to hate me for breaking my vow, but her eyes hold nothing but love.
Then she does something that surprises me even more than her reaction. She throws her tiny body against my chest, wrapping her arms around me, and buries her face into the crook of my neck.
For a moment, I’m so shocked I simply stay frozen still. Only when she starts to nibble on my neck playfully do I snap out of it and wrap my arms around her.
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
She nods while clinging to me, and the guilt I was feeling for hurting her finally eases off my chest.
“Is my cum running out of your pussy?” She nods again, and I gently grab her by the hips and push her away from me. “We can’t have that. Lie back, and let’s make sure my seed stays inside you.”
Confusion flashes across her face, but she leans back until she is flat on the ground. I spread her thighs and watch my cum drip out of her swollen hole.
Using my index and middle finger, I scoop up the cum and push it back inside her. “This needs to stay in so the chances of you getting pregnant are higher,” I explain. I can see realization flicker in her eyes, making me smile. “Of course I want to put a baby in you. I will breed you until your stomach is swollen with our child.”
Her eyes go unfocused as if she is imagining being pregnant, giving birth, and having tiny feet run all over this house. Then her lips tuck up into a smile, and she sighs happily.
Fuck, she was made for me.
Every part of her, and she is all mine.