It was still very clearly the middle of the night when she was woken up, his teeth scraping deliciously against the juncture of her neck and shoulder and his cock hard and insistent behind her, pressing against her entrance. She moaned, her hips automatically bucking back against him, a gush of heat immediately pooling between her legs.
But his hand clamped tight across her hips, forcing her to still even as his other curled around her front and up to circle the base of her throat. She whimpered at what felt like claws pricking at the skin of her throat and belly through her thin nightgown.
Only to realize with a thrill of apprehension that they were claws.
"You're sure you want me to do it?" His voice was low and dangerous against her ear, causing a shiver to race up her spine.
And, if anything, the heat growing low in her belly flared hotter. Her thighs pressed together against the needy ache beginning to throb between them.
She knew exactly what he was asking.
"Yes," she whispered.
She gasped, another moan hitching in her throat as he growled low in his chest and nipped at her pulse point with teeth that felt far too sharp, bucking his cock hard against her bottom.
But then the bulk of him pressed against her back was abruptly gone, and he was hauling her up and out of the bed.
She blinked blearily as he led her from the bedroom and out of the little cottage out into the night, utterly bewildered. Immediately she was shivering, her very skin feeling tight as the sheen of sweat that had begun to form on her skin at the dark promise in his growling voice chilled in the cool night air. The moon over head was fat and bright, warning that the Full Moon was imminent.
His hand was tight on hers as he all but hauled her after him across the clearing that housed their cottage into the woods that sheltered it. The ground beneath her bare feet was cool and damp, the leaf litter and forest loam soft and spongy, their passage stirring up their thick, rich scent into the air as he led them deeper between the looming trees and sparse underbrush.
She nearly collided with his broad back when he abruptly stopped as they broke into another, smaller clearing.
A more intimate clearing.
Pressing against his back she leaned into his body heat as she hugged herself tight with the arm not still trapped in his firm grip. The clearing was perhaps no larger than the footprint of their cottage, if that, and was presided over by a massive, ancient oak. The ground was thick with leaf litter among the sprawling roots of the oak, the air perfumed with it.
And above them, through the break in the trees, the nearly-full moon hung high.
She gasped when he was suddenly tugging her out into the moonlight toward the natural hollow created by the old oak's massive roots. She nearly collided with him again when he stopped and turned back to her, dropping her hand to haul her hard against him.
And then his mouth was on hers. She cried out into his mouth at the ferocity of it, his arm like iron curled around her back, crushing her against him, his fingers tangling roughly in her hair as he angled her head so he could better plunder her mouth, his claws sharp against her skin.
But even as alarm made her chest feel tight, heat was swiftly surging in her veins, rushing south to gather in a tight, molten coil between her legs. He growled low in his chest as she hooked her arms around his broad shoulders and pressed against him, rubbing her breasts against his bare chest. Her legs parted around his muscled thigh as she tried to hook her leg around him, sandwiching his twitching cock tight between their abdomens.
With a snarl, he forcibly shoved her off him, his eyes glowing a dark, feral gold in the darkness. She whimpered, a thrum of fear freezing her as his hot gaze locked on hers.
She flinched as the sound of her nightgown ripping filled the clearing. She trembled as he peeled it from her sweat-dampened skin, slowly circling her as she was bared before him. His claws trailed lightly across the flesh of her abdomen, her hips, her bottom before stepping close behind her, smoothing his hands around to her front, one dipping to trace the crest of her hip and lower to card through the thatch of hair guarding her sex, the other briefly palming her left breast before continuing higher to encircled the base of her throat again. Her lids fluttered, melting back against him as another, hungry growl reverberated through her body from deep in his chest, heat flushing and shivering beneath her skin as he nipped once more at the juncture of her shoulder, his cock pressing hard against the cleft of her bottom.
It was all at once one of the most alarming and most erotic things she'd ever experienced.
She nearly staggered as he was suddenly stepping back, whimpering again at the loss of him at her back.
"Knees," he ordered gruffly, his clawed hand landing heavily on her shoulder and nearly shoving her forward. Panting with anticipation, she quickly complied, fingers fisting in the leaf litter as he positioned himself behind her, nudging her knees further apart. She shivered as he smoothed his hands over her hips, the tip of him notching against her entrance.
It was the only warning she had.
With a low growl, he surged forward.
She lurched, nearly losing her balance as he plunged into her, barely able to brace herself as he withdrew before immediately slamming forward again. And again. And again.
She keened, immediately overwhelmed and overfull as her cunt burned at the razor's edge of pain, arching even as he withdrew only to immediately ram deeper. She could hardly breathe as he repeatedly emptied her only to plunge back into her with feral, brutal strokes. Her whole body pitched and jolted, her breasts aching from they way they swayed in time with his punishing pace, her arms and legs shaking from the force of his rutting behind her. She pitched closer and closer to the edge with each swift drag out and harsh thrust in, her body quivering from overstimulation, his bollocks slapping against her nub in rhythm with his driving thrusts, his clawed grip bruising on her hips. Her cunt throbbed and clenched around him, desperate to pull him deeper as her body begged without words that she couldn't form for relief and release.
It was probably a good thing he was doing the all the work. She barely had the presence of mind to keep breathing, much less actively work her hips against his as her body began to tense and shake.
She peaked with a keening yelp, her entire body tensing and spasming as fireworks went off behind her eyelids and deep in her belly, scalding through her veins.
Yet still he didn't let up, hauling her hips back to meet his rapidly sharpening thrusts.
And then he was curling around her, his arm clamping like an iron band around her hips to wrench her tight against him as his thrust grew shallower and sharper, the base of him beginning to swell as his knot began to form. She whimpered, knowing what was coming even as each rapid thrust tore a gasping whine from deep in her chest. It felt like he was tearing her apart. Her head fell forward, her arms nearly giving out beneath her as a second surge immediately began to build low in her belly on the heels of the first. Her pulse roared in her ears, mingling with the hot, growling pants against the back of her neck. His weight was too much atop her, his girth too large and too heavy as he heaved and lurched inside her, around her.
His forming knot feeling like it was punching into her over and over, her abused cunt throbbing and quaking as it surrendered over and over to its forceful entry.
Yet still she careened toward release, heat flaring and tense in her belly as he drove her closer and closer with each relentless snap of his hips.
Until with a harsh lurch, his knot caught tight within her.
And his teeth sank into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Her eyes rolled back as her world went white, her release snapping free like an inferno, consuming her in a rapturous blaze.
Mouth parted in a silent scream, she arched and writhed against him as she reached back to dig her nails into the thick muscle of his shoulders and neck, tangling in his thick hair, scrabbling instinctively for purchase as the waves of ecstasy threatened to drown her as he too came with a hoarse snarl, thrusting harshly against her before pushing achingly deep to spill himself.
And yet still he rutted shallowly against her, his knot stretching her to the razor-thin verge of tipping from ecstasy to agony, his cock prodding hard inside her as it pulsed and gushed, preventing her release from easing, leaving her delirious from the intensity of it.
Panting heavily, she shivered as the waves of pleasure finally began to calm, her body quivering and spasming with aftershocks as, behind her, his pace finally faltered and slowed to a far more subtle flexing against her bottom. She whimpered at the sensation of his spend still spurting against her cervix, her over-sensitized core fluttering weakly around him. Utterly wrung out and exhausted, it was only his arm shifting from his hold around her hips to cradling her back against his chest keeping her upright as he rode out the waves of his own release, panting harshly against the stinging flesh of her shoulder.
It was then that she became aware of the hot trickle of blood trailing from where he was still latched onto her shoulder, his teeth still buried in her flesh. She gasped, a whining sound slipping from the back of her throat as the wound pulsed dully, echoing the more insistent throb between her legs.
But the pain she expected to materialize with her awareness of the bite didn't beyond beyond a sharp sensation of discomfort. If anything, his knot hurt more, and even that was a pleasant sort of hurt, riding high on endorphins and the magic of his claiming of her as she still was.
She was definitely going to be hurting in the morning, though. . .
With a low, vibrating groan, he carefully loosened his jaw from its tight clamp on her shoulder. She sighed, a blissful, soothing sort of warmth washing gently through her as he laved tenderly at his fresh mating mark, his tongue hot and tender as he attended to the torn flesh and the blood still welling from it, the sensation mingling and merging deliciously with the aftershocks still tremoring between her boneless legs as he continued to spill within her.
It was very easy to melt against him as he carefully collapsed them both onto the leaf litter, basking in the solid warmth of him at her back and the warm, rhythmic pulse between her legs once he helped her prop her outer leg over his and she had settled the still rock-hard cock impaling her and the fist-sized knot locking them together as comfortably within her as she could manage.
"You're mine now, witch," he rumbled against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, his breath against her new mating mark causing her to shiver. A breathless laugh tightened her chest as she twisted carefully in his arms, her hand cupping his bearded jaw to pull him down for a slow, languid kiss - her cunt clenched at the taste of her blood lingering on his tongue. He groaned, his cock twitching, his release renewing with a fresh series of spurts within her.
"I've been yours for a long time, wolf," she murmured against his lips, "though, I rather think you're mine." With a rumble that sounded oddly like a delighted purr, he kissed her deeply back.
"I am that."
And it was just as easy to let herself drift off cuddled back against his broad chest, her mate's arms solid and secure around her.