Clarity lay with her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and make sense of what had just happened. Her legs were twitching and her pussy was covered in saliva and her own juices. Desmond stood with a sinister smirk on his face as he snatched her panties off the counter where he had left them just as she began to search for the scrap of fabric. "Desmond, please give them back." She panted.
"I will. In fact I intend to put them on you. But first they are missing just one thing." He opened his pants and pulled his throbbing member out. He was watching her eyes so he knew she was watching as he wrapped the crotch of her panties around his cock and began to jerk off into them. With her surprised eyes on his activities it didn't take long before he grunted out his pleasure and shot his load into the fabric. After he had throughly soaked them with his cum, he carefully put them back on Clarity and she whimpered and squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation of having his genetic material against the tender skin of her delicate neathers. "Now, let's go home and freshen up." He growled in her ear as he helped her from the counter.
"I can't go home like this! Are you insane? My dad would literally eat you alive." She turned around and began to fix her hair. Desmond let out a growl of annoyance and she realized too late that it was a mistake to turn her back on him. Quicker than her eyes could follow the movement, he had his left arm around her waist and his right hand holding her right wrist as he held her tight against his body.
"Don't toy with me Clarity. You may be my mate but I am still the alpha. As such I am dominant. If you try to act as if you are in control, I will shatter that illusion faster than you can blink." He snarled in her ear, his voice demonic. She gulped audibly as fear took hold of her with icy fingers. "I ment the pack house. It is your home too."
As suddenly as his dangerous mood struck, it was gone. He let go of her and jerked back with a look of horror on his face. "Clarity, I'm so sorry. Alicar....he just....please forgive me." Desmond begged desperately as tears welled up in his ice blue eyes.
Suddenly Clarity remember looking into those eyes as she faded to unconsciousness. She remembered, with a horrifying clarity, him begging her to stay with him as he grasped her wrist in his hand. She remembered the flash of street lights as they passed by all too fast, the rain droplets causing a dappled affect.
"This isn't the first time I've seen you cry." Clarity said with a certainty that came from knowing the truth of what she said. She shut her eyes as she tried to remember why he had been crying. It felt as if she was reaching for something that she knew was there but couldn't reach.
"We don't have to talk about this." His voice was strained, as if he was trying to control his emotions.
"Timothy....." Clarity said the name and suddenly felt very cold, as an image of him hovering above her with a sadistic grin on his face flashed through her mind. "Something happened that night." She whimpered.
"You don't remember because of the Rohypnol." Clarity could hear anger in his voice. "I don't want to talk about this, Clarity." She was shaking uncontrollably now. "Let's go." She opened her eyes when she heard the click of the lock on the door.
Clarity watched as Desmond picked up their back packs and walked towards a supply closet. He pulled open the door to revele a hidden corridor that she hadn't known existed. He held the door for and she walked through it and waited for him to lead the way. He led her down the hallway and out a second door that let out into the parking lot. A short distance away was his truck.
A heat she couldn't explain was building in her core. All too soon it was almost painful. She tried to rub her legs together to relieve the almost painful warmth but couldn't. She found herself glancing at Desmond's crotch. The bulge in the front of his jeans told her he still needed relief from the pressure inside his swollen cock. Clarity desperately needed to be alone with him. She needed his hands on her bare flesh as he drove his massive cock into her hidden garden and planted his seed inside of her fertile soil. She needed to give him a strong son to follow in his footsteps and lead the pack when the time came. But most of all she needed him to do as he pleased with her body. Whatever he wanted to do she would allow. Anything to relieve this burning sensation that she couldn't explain.
Clarity was shocked by her own lustful thoughts. She had never been a slut. Nor had she ever thought of herself as an incubator before. But her ability to think was quickly fading away as her thoughts turned to what was going to happen once they were alone in his room. Her once soft clothing now felt prickly against her skin. It was so painfully uncomfortable that she felt the need to remove it at once.
Once settled in the passenger seat he started the engine and they began the thirty minute drive to the pack house. After ten minutes he reached over and began to rub her inner thigh. His touch was seductive and her legs began to part as his hand slid further up her leg towards her core. She did nothing to stop him and soon felt his fingers rubbing her through her cum soaked panties. He was massaging his juice into her neathers and it felt right. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.
"I am going to mate and mark you." He stated matter-of-factly. She just moaned as he increased the pressure on her clit. "There is a reason I wanted my cum on your sweet pussy. It will act as an aphrodisiac. The longer it sits the more potent the effects." He slipped his hand inside the waist band of her panties and slid his middle finger inside of her now gushing pussy. "It's more effective when you are a virgin and you are."
Clarity just moaned and whimpered as her right hand searched for the latch that would allow her to push the back of her seat back so he would have better access to her depths. "I probably didn't need to let it soak so long." He chuckled. She whimpered as she began to move her hips up and down as his finger moved slowly in and out of her. "Does that feel good?" He asked as her clit was ground into his palm. Clarity could only whimper in pleasure and desperation.
"Please." She begged in a voice that any man would give all four limbs to hear from a woman.
"In time, my love. All in good time. You're not quite ready yet." He smirked as he with drew his hand from her body. Desmond had expected it to be fast but not this fast. They hadn't even made it out of the bathroom before he had caught a whiff of her arousal. It had been stronger than when he had fucked her with his tongue.
The pack elders had berrated him for not marking their Luna when he had the chance. After explaining the situation they had given him an ultimatum. Mate, mark and impregnate Clarity Smithers with a week or be challenged for his title.
Desmond had not wanted to rush Clarity into something that she wasn't ready for but the elders had selected Simon as the challenger. Battles for title were always to the death. Try as he might he couldn't bring himself to kill his best friend. So it was he had decided to give in to the demands of his pack.
But that didn't mean it couldn't be perfect. He had spent three days getting his father's cabin ready. He had planned on doing this sooner but Cynthia had fallen down the stairs and was taken to the hospital. As much as he wanted to take his time seducing Clarity at the cabin, he was out of time.
Her heat was causing his vision to blur. He was going into Rut and her scent combined with the sounds of her desperation in the confined space was not helping the situation. Almost without thinking he freed his cock and began to rub it with her pussy juices. He growled lustfully as he glanced over to see she was watching him as her fingers played with her own sex.
He smirked as he watched. She could play with her self all she wanted but it would not bring the relief that she needed. Only he could do that.