Torrent’s jaw jutted. He was a wolf and man, twice as hairy and twice as scary. An animal. His eyes were pale ice, and he peeled back his upper lip to show me his teeth, then snuck a clawed hand under my body. A claw found my clit, then rubbed beside it.
It nicked the skin.
It stung.
He cut near my wet opening again, then rubbed my bud. I panted, resting the back of my head on his shoulder. I spread my knees wider when the tip of his cock slipped inside me. It stretched my walls.
Torrent moved my legs back together. “It will fit,” he said, his voice deep, almost a growl. His hands caged me between them. “This way, only half of my dick can go in.” He pushed inside me and paused.
The world paused.
The time he’d said he didn’t have lasted an eternity.
During the pause, I touched my forehead to my bound wrists.
Torrent kissed the back of my neck. “You’re my little girl,” he said.
My pussy pulsed.
“I’m your mate. I will care for you, if you will have me. I love you, baby, like you can’t imagine. Say that you’re mine.”
His cock pushed inside more and more until he buried it, then pulled back and slid in and out, found a rhythm inside my slick walls that pulsed each time he called me his little girl. He wanted to care for me. He wanted me to understand he wasn’t my daddy, but he’d do what Daddy did for me. Make me feel safe.
In his beast form, his dick felt huge. Torrent buried his face in the crook of my neck where he nicked my skin, so that his strange tongue lapped my blood, his grunts those of an animal, his finger on my clit rubbing it, and I could do nothing more than cry out.
I snapped, twisted, and bit his shoulder.
Torrent snarled, spread my legs, yanked my hair back.
I couldn’t move.
From the front, he slapped my pussy. Once, twice, three times, kept slapping it until I couldn’t take it anymore.
It hurt. I growled back at him.
He kept slapping my clit, pumping me from below, and my muscles tightened when I felt my arousal build and build. I panted, whined, cried some too, and he knew I’d come. He stopped slapping and rubbed my clit, put his mouth at my ear to tell me how much he loved me, how much he wanted to give me the whole world, that I wasn’t alone anymore.
And so I came.
Torrent emptied inside me and released my hair. Another eternity of silence passed where we stayed kneeling on the floor. I rested my cheek on the mattress. Torrent followed and allowed me to see the part of his change where his teeth retreated, followed by his jaw. The mane of hair on his back withdrew. Only his eyes stayed pale. “My hour is up. Did you like it?”
“I liked it.”
Chapter Seventeen
Torrent
Inhaling the smell of my mate the first thing after I awoke equaled that first time I’d seen her by the lake. No, not equal; it was way better. She was in my arms, all small, soft, and cuddly, her sleepy breath escaping her parted lips. I tugged her closer, my dick hard and ready. I wanted to fuck her senseless right now. I snuck a hand under the sheets and squeezed her ass, ran my finger between her folds.
A swollen pussy, not ready for more. Yet.
Sienna was Daddy’s little girl. I didn’t think of it in a creepy way but in the same way my dad had sheltered and protected my sister, might even have killed her mate for his selfish reasons to keep her with him for the rest of her life or killed him thinking he wasn’t good enough for her. Her mate was a simple merchant. Nobody sheltered and protected Sienna anymore. Having spent her entire life in isolation from people, having trusted her father for guidance and support, after I plucked her out of her comfort zone, she did whatever was necessary to find her way in a world completely new to her.
Sienna stirred, tilted her head a little, left her neck exposed. I kissed it and inhaled lavender shampoo, a scent I’d forever associate with her. “Yummy.” I licked her skin.
“Hi, Torrent. I hope you’re not hungry.”
I laid my head back on the pillow and swiped stray hairs away from her face, “Morning.”
She scrubbed her face. “What time is it?”
The rusted old clock on the wall read ten thirty in the morning. I pointed at it.
“I overslept,” she said. “Today is Thursday, and we do laundry on Thursdays. Hasel will sprout fur.”
“She’ll get over it.” My hands roamed her back, stroked her hip.
“Yeah, in a year,” Sienna said and chuckled. “I swear the woman holds grudges like no other. One time, I left to mark the community before bringing breakfast for Mayhem and Reagan. She scolded me, and nagged about it for days later. Still mentions it.”
My mate wanted to talk this morning, while I wanted to eat her pussy. I smelled a tinge of arousal in the air. My dick jumped all over that. But I couldn’t be a complete asshole. Not this early in the morning, at least, so I asked, “Mark the community?”