I want to hold her close and feel her wrap her limbs around me the way her name suggests she might. Ivy. Ivy wraps around you. It grows as it continues to wrap until you’re completely enclosed by it. That’s what I want. To completely disappear into this beautiful creature.
“I’ve hunted you so I can claim you. So, I can make you mine. I can’t wait to feel you.”
The scent of her has me ravenous. She smells better than any food I’ve scented or tasted as wolf or as man. She smells like she’d quench my need. Fresh. Sweet. Mouth-watering. Clean. Mine.
Will I finally feel satisfied after having her? Will I find inside her little body that thing I need, that thing I’ve never found despite the times mounting different females at my uncle’s demand?
“It will help you get stronger, Tyson. Fuck until you find what you want. It’ll teach you how to please your mate when you find her. Mount them, find your pleasure, and watch your senses improve while you get to spill inside them.”
I wish now I’d touched no one but her. I hate that my cock even touched another woman’s cunt, seeking strength, seeking release.
A thundering growl rolls up from my gut and I barely resist the urge to thrust inside her body, to make her fit me here and now.
Her eyes fill with even more fear. Horror, even. My words aren’t helping.
Her body has been struggling and she’s weary, too. If she’s mine before we make the journey to the house, it’ll comfort her. If I take her quickly it should calm her a little. Won’t it?
I reach under her short skirt. Her legs are covered with woolen lined fabric. She has strange boots on as well as a woolen sweater with excess fabric billowing about her throat. It’s a brisk night. As the cold flows into the car and I feel the chill along with her struggling and trembling under me, both from fear and from cold, I change my mind.
I can’t do this quickly. I’d start and never want to stop. This isn’t the place. I want to savor her. And more importantly, I must put her needs first. The temperature is approaching freezing now. That’s not good for either of us, especially her.
It’ll take time to make the den warm. Not the den. I must alter my thinking… think as man instead of wolf. The house above the den. I haven’t been in it for a long time. It’s inadequate, but I’ll make it warm for tonight, for shelter for us, then tomorrow work to make it better.
She kicks, struggling against the intrusion of my hand under her skirt. I’m craving all of her, but I’ll have to be satisfied with just a closer whiff of scent and a small taste of her skin for now. A flick of my tongue along her throat will have to hold me over until I get her to warmth. The sooner we’re there the better.
I growl with need at that delicious taste and she startles, looking at me with sheer fear.
Energy crackles in my veins. Need. I need…
“I need to mount you, be inside you. You’ll feel better when I’ve marked you,” I assure her.
She stills and this makes me ponder whether I should wait or not. “I want inside you so badly.” I take a whiff of her cool skin.
She lets out a cry of distress, her body trembling wildly, I know she’ll settle once I’ve claimed her, but her skin is too chilled.
I’m her mate. It’s my job to take care of her. And she’ll be mine for always. I’ve waited this long…
It’s decided.
She needs warmth from proper shelter, so for her, I’ll wait. Difficult as it’ll be, I’ll make myself wait.
My cock has not ever ached like this, never been this hard. I groan as I lick her throat and grind against her chilled body. I force myself away from her after putting my lips to her jaw.
I’ll take her there, build a fire, then I’ll undress and claim her in the warmth. Cover her with my body. Fill her with my fire. Kiss every inch of her until she’s keening for me, spread wide. Willing. She’ll be warm and claimed soon. And that’ll take care of everything.
Pain stretches through my groin at the notion of waiting. I need to get her there, now. Right now.
“We’ll go home,” I say, taking a deep breath filled with her scent before stepping back and gesturing for her to come with me. I feel the chill of the ground as the wet earth squishes between my toes. “I’ll claim you there.”
Her eyes dart down to my erect cock and then meet my eyes again. She’s afraid to be mounted. She’s afraid to come home with me. She doesn’t know I’ll be a good mate. I will be. I’ll always put her first.