|The wolf|
"Um…" Red gasps, reaching over to grab my arm. She squeezed, giving me a pleading gaze as if begging me to make the vibrations stop. Or at least to keep them on until she reached release. She would never say those things out loud, so I'm free to pretend like I'm starving her off what wants.
"Yes? Is something wrong?" My face showed off my grin. Red licked her pouty lips, and turned towards something at the bottom of the hill. Then back at me. Her mouth opens, it looked like she'd mustered up the courage to obey one of my rules.
To tell me her desires. If she continues to break it, I will punish her. The stars are lovely tonight, they get to bare witness to my mate's hungry need to come.
She was grinding, gasping and trying to keep the volumes of her moans down. Instead of admitting what she wants, she asked me a question. "Why is petal so blind?" I could see the desperation in her eyes. How badly she wanted to feel that intense, nerve blinding pleasure that I could offer her. She'd hit two dry orgasms but still refused to admit anything.
The question was a way to keep her mind distracted.
So I indulged her. Reducing the vibrations, I didn't miss the whine or how she leaned into me. I know she was getting my scent into her nose. The little sniffs may ya e escaped any one else. But my ears are sharp.
"Petal can see perfectly fine."
She groaned, closing her smooth fingers and smacking me in the bicep. Then she groped the flesh, lust making her unaware of her actions.
"So fucking thick." She mewls, shuddering when the vibrations shoot up. I clear my throat, but she doesn't move away. "Petal's husband is clearly fucking her sister but she can't see it."
She pointed towards the woman she was talking about. Her fingers still rubbed my muscles, and her little sounds were getting harder to resist.
I turned my head, tripping the button from the highest to lowest. Messing with her. I thumbed the thrust button, making it pick up before adding the vibrations again.
Petal sat next to her husband, but he was cuddled up to another woman. I could only see her back from this point.
That is an odd sight. But isn't she married to Kyroz?
"Ah, I see what you mean."
"Why isn't she saying anything?"
I tried to pull up the memory of when I'd first met those two. And how strange their relationship had been. The perfect example of a domestic partnership, is Mischa and Ozai.
Mischa has never liked doing things by himself. So it wasn't surprising to see him depend on Ozai for structure and stability. But Kyroz, Kyroz used to date Petal's sister until he found out that she was his mate.
He'd cut the relationship with her sister off, and asked her to be his.
When Petal was just ten. Her mother had flat out said no. Heck, she even got me involved. Her daughter was too young to be anyone's anything. And I stood by that.
He agreed to come for her once she was eighteen. I could have restricted him, I mean I did. I told Petal that the choice was hers.
Just because someone's is deemed your mate doesn't mean you have to be with them.
Of course this doesn't apply to me.
She had said yes, but then …. I noticed her changes. Or her mother did. And she reported it. She said she felt her eldest daughter was bullying Petal.
Which Petal denied.
The mother was so sure of it.
Maybe it was out of rebellion, or grooming from her sister, but Petal had been the one to contact Kyroz when she was eighteen.
When he had a record of assaults and I was ready to kill him.
She pleaded that he would be good.
And after their marriage, truthfully, Kyroz stopped being a bastard. I never looked into it.
I gave a brief of this to red, but I doubt her brain could think of anything right now.
I'm sure she heard me, she murmured incoherently.
"Is something wrong, red? You don't look so well. Is there something you need?" I chuckled when she tried to punch me again.
Her head springs up immediately, and to my shock, she climbed into my lap. Thick thighs spread on both sides of mine. She had a frown on her face, but her eyes devoured me. I waited to see what she would do.
She brushed her curls from her shoulders. Her chest kept pushing forward, she was gulping air at this point.
Her fingers reached for her dress, my eyes widened and every thought in my brain froze. I scrambled to figure out what she was planning to do.
She used the bottom half of the dress to cover where our crotches connected.
Her bare pussy with that toy to my pants. I lifted my hips a little bit, getting a good angle for her to feel my cock.
She yelped, biting down on my shoulder blade to try and mute herself. Somehow, I felt like she was marking me.
Even though that was hardly possible. I'd have to weaken my skin for her to be able to do that.
I looked over her shoulders and found a few people had turned to stare at us. I raised one hand to wrap around her waist. My eyes held no glare but there was clear instructions for them to look away.
And they did. Blushing like idiots.
My eyes take a moment to roll before they return to observing her.
"Can I ask you something else?" She says, her tone drenched with a husky rasp. She wasn't grinding into me, and I could feel how tense she was. Trying to hold on to sense of control. I could feel the vibrations.
It doesn't help that she was dripping onto the front spot of my pants. My cock was getting an unnecessary soaking.
I liked that, but I acted indifferent. Though my body wasn't a liar. She knew I was hard, she could feel it straining.
This is why I don't wear jeans. I've had my cock accidentally burst out of one, and I wasn't even hard. It was just too tight. There's barely any jean that fits me.
"Can you tell me about your knot?" She whispers. Keeping her gaze on mine.
Due to me forbidding her from bras, I could point exactly where her nipples were.
The question was also surprising. To an extent. I'd caught her looking at it several times, this question was long overdue.
"By wolf culture, a knot is something all alphas have. It's how we breed our mates." Oh she liked the sound of that. Letting out a moan that was higher than the others, but not enough to grab more attention. I dropped my tone, bringing my lips to her ear. My eyes focused on the stars above. Looking at her would sever my control. "During sex, once the alpha has gotten to that point, and he's pumped his mate full of his seed….. they're locked together for hours by the knot. It's much like that toy. It expands. Neither is allowed to move. The knot is painful though, and it feels good once it's trapped in a tight heat. But, I wouldn't know that. I haven't knotted someone one. They'd have to be able to take my knot to start with."
She moved her hips, I felt her breath. Coming of short, and difficult pants.
Perhaps I've tortured her enough…? I'm not sure. I'll give it a few more minutes.
"Would you like to feel that?"
"I- no…. Yes?"
Another chuckle leaves me. This time red moans without care. I drop my eyes to the wolves picnicking. Again, they turn to stare. Only to be caught by me.
"Be honest with yourself, it's a rule. Don't make me punish you. If you take out how we met, what our situation is like, would you want me to breed your tight cunt? Then lock you up with my knot?"
She nodded.
"Words, red. Tell me with your words." I shoved my hand through her hair, grabbing and tipping her head backwards.
"Yes! Yes I would want that! I do want that." Then her voice drops, "But I shouldn't."
"Mmm, I know. But you see, I don't care. I've taken you as my woman. You'd have to die first, before we can separated." This was a promise. My possessive side was showing.
I laughed, like it had ever been a secret.
Red's eyes have become hooded, she can barely see past the tears of pleasure.
"If you ask me, I'll make you cum right now."
Her hands find their way to my shoulders, she steadies her body in a position. Making it seem like she's ready to ride me.
My little virgin is a secret slut. For me.
Only me.
"Please~" nothing else. She adds nothing but that single word was enough for me.