|The Wolf|
I know she's in shock, and it's beautiful. I like feeling her shiver. Perhaps her mind is set in escaping, but her body tells a different truth. I like that about her. Mind and body at odds. As much as I love her body pushed up against me. That isn't what I had in mind when I returned home. Baba and I spoke for hours. She gave me great detail about red's ability. The curse and how it can actually kill her if she's not careful with it. There's no limit to what her eyes can see if she could learn how to use it, and how to command the blood in her body to do specific things. I know more about her now.
I should be a good man and explain it to her. But why will I do that? She'll attempt to escape again. It might be effective with her powers under her full control. I can't let that happen.
I'm a monster remember. We like to keep our prey trapped. Until they eventually lose that fight for freedom. When they have no choice but to give in. My fingers dance over her spine.
I saw her watching my muscles, she's got a thing for a strong man. Her bdky releases this spicy scent that reminds me of cinnamon when she's slowly getting aroused. Studying her is going to test my patience. The things I want to offer her, I have to restrain them. Because she would see my weakness as an advantage for her to sneak off.
I can see her defiance. She's determined to convince her body to resist me, just like her mind is doing.
Isn't that attractive? Determination.
The same way competence is attractive to her. She gets this little glint in her eyes whenever she notices something that was hand made by me.
"Derek?" Not wolf, huh? I don't mind. Either one is fine.
"Shush. You won't strip, so I'll do it for you." She tenses, but her fingers are slowly loosening around the door knob. It doesn't matter. It slips her mind that the lock is just a few inches above the knob. She is dumb, that is clear. But it's cute. Her stupidity will continue to benefit.
Her dress is held on by a string at the back. It feels smooth and silky on my fingertips. Her breathing comes off controlled. She's forcing her heart to keep a stable pace.
My lips twitch to display a small smirk, I have to bend to get my mouth on her neck. Her little gasp floats straight to my cock, I thickens. Nestled between her two full ass cheeks.
I tugged the strings, lifting a hand to push her hair out of the way. It smells like flowers. She's been using the shampoo I bought. I like that. But mostly, she smells like me. Sleeping in my bed will do that. I want her in it every night. After she's worked for it.
Can't give her the chance to think. It's dangerous when a woman is determined to get something. Letting them think will, not can, it will backfire.
The knot she had tied the string into comes undone, and I was able to get the rest of it off. The corseted part of her dress frees, and she let's me know she can breathe better with how she sighs.
Then she tenses, her spine turns stiff. She must have realized she's relaxing into my touch.
Poor thing. She can't resist me for long.
Though the purpose of me spanking her is to cause pain. Also, so that I can touch her pussy.
In case you haven't noticed, when my mate is involved I'm a certain word that has 'vert' in it. I'm not an introvert. I'm not an extrovert either. An ambivert? Not even close. What I am, is a pervert.
Adele is built just for me. Thick in all the right places. From her hips, to her thighs. God bless those thighs. It's hard for me not to picture her doing lewd things to me.
My finger tugs the right arm of the dress. My tongue licks up the gathered sweat around her nape. My teeths take little nips of her skin, her heart skips a beat with each nip. I chuckle, my chest rumbles and she moans.
My eardrums soak up the sweet sound.
The dress slowly slides down her body with a little help from me. I released her neck in favor of eyeing up her exposed back. Then her ass. Once the dress hits the floor, I spun her around.
Ever seen someone both pale and pink? It's her. Her nipples are hard enough to poke me. She's staring, her pupils dilated. Her throat works as she gulps, trying for the strength to keep herself from looking away.
I like that she's staring at my face while my eyes go over her skin. The wrap on her hand still annoys me when I see it, but…. She's pretty and untouched every where else. I've heard things about the Dynasty prison, I'd like to know. Even though I can smell more than most.
"Have you been touched before?" Waves ripple through her stomach, and her knees quake. My hand curls up around her throat, keeping her from falling to the floor. She can't hold herself up. I see the appreciation, mixed with anger in her eyes. She hates me for this.
Why does that turn me on? I'm used to hate. I quite like it. When people hate or fear you, they go out of their way to avoid you. And for me, hate and fear are one. Those who hate me would never say it to my face. That keeps me from having to socialize.
But the hate in her eyes makes me want to fuck her. Why? I can't understand how my body comes to that conclusion. I lick my lips, and she drops her gaze to it.
I have an unnaturally long tongue. Unnatural to humans at least. And some other creatures.
"I haven't been touched. Not in a sexual way."
I run over the little healed cuts around her body. They're beautiful. Scars show what she's been through. And it doesn't paint a pretty picture, but that doesn't bother me. She will always be the prettiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on.
"Stop staring." She mumbles. Her lips tremble.
"Why? I like your scars." She scoffs, rolling those beautiful orbs. "Believe me or don't, but I know my truth. I like them. They show you're strong." Although I wonder why she has marks from violence, but she's never been touched sexually. I'm happy for that. Who knows how I would have reacted if her virginity wasn't mine to take.
"Whatever." My thumb puts pressure on the side of her throat. I watch her lips part, she sucks in air through that.
I could keep her here for a while longer, but I really want to spank her.
See her pink folds turn red.
I chuckle to myself. I might be a little sadistic. Another laugh leaves me. My hand falls to my side.
"Walk towards the bed."
Her knees buckle a bit, but that fire reignits in her eyes. She forces her feet to move, almost tripping on the dress before it clicks in her head that she needs to step out of it. I followed her, only a step behind as she heads for the bed. It's not high, but that won't matter. I'm tall, and she's going over my knee.
Watching her hips as they sway unintentionally. A product of her shaking legs. I haven't even started, and she's a mess.
"Uh, I heard something from the she- I mean, the group you sent to train me. It confused me." She mutters. Talking as a way to distract herself. Her feet reach the bed, and I pause. Letting the silence sit for a minute. Only filled with out breathing.
Far too loud.
"What did you hear?"
"Something about my weight. They asked if my alpha wants me to be bigger, or smaller." She looks down, before turning just her head. "I found that funny, because I don't care. This is my size, you can't have me any other way."
Thank the gods. My grin broadens, "Then it's a good thing I like you this way."
Her lashes flutter. She gives me a one shoulder shrug, acting like my response means nothing to her. I can almost see the wheels as they spin in her brain.
I walked around her, taking a seat at the edge.
I pay my lap. "Lay down."
"Uh, I…. Um…" she spares a look to the door.
Then I shift my body back a bit. Creating space between my legs for her to sit. "Here, sit here."
She nods, seeming comfortable with this.
She turns, giving her back to me. I get the prime view of watching how her spine curves when she drops her ass between my thighs. My arm glides over the top of her chest, pressing her against my crotch. Her head lays under my pecs.
I almost thought this would be easy. But she forces her legs together, closing her eyes lids. A silent, intentional or not, dare for me only.
I'll say it to myself, I freaking love this woman.
She can never know. Love is weakness.