Running With Wolves [On Hold]

Chapter 27, Eleanor

It's... warm, too warm, and it's sticking to me, just what the hell-

"You're finally awake." Orson purrs.

I feel his manhood twitch and harden inside of me and the events of last night and this morning come rushing back to me.

He fell asleep still inside of me... oh my god, I don't even remember falling asleep, all I remember is how it felt... how-

Orson growls lowly as his lips trace the skin of my back. "You smell so fucking good." He murmurs.

I try and wiggle away from him but it only makes his... member more active, which doesn't help me because it feels surprising... really good, but I'm so sore, and every time I or he moves, I can feel just what he did to me last night.

"Orson!" I whine. "P-Please let go, I'm too sore." I mutter out embarrassed as I see him grin down at me as he comes to lay above me, resting his body weight on his hands..

His eyes flicker and I see a hint of playfulness flash before his face turns emotionless, then he begins to slide out of me, ever so slowly as his eyes never leave mine.

This sex beast knows exactly what he's doing! How frustrating.

Once he's fully out of me, I feel like I can finally relax and breathe as he moves off me, and I see just how humongous his member is, how the hell did that fit inside of me? It's freaking huge!

I am definitely ruined down there, I'm too afraid to confirm because once I look, I think I might actually go up in flames.

I watch Orson go to the bathroom connected to the bedroom so I decide to sit myself up in the bed, but once I do sit up the room begins to spin and I feel like throwing up from how fast the room is spinning.

"Here, drink this you're probably dehydrated." Orson says lowly, grabbing my hand to wrap around the glass and he helps me bring it to my mouth.

I want to glare at him but right now all I see is multiple Orsons in front of me.

Taking a few sips, Orson must've been right, this damn wolf sex-crazed beast wouldn't stop or let me take a single break last night and this morning, I don't even think he moved from inside of me until just now, just what the hell is he made of? 

"I'm definitely not having sex with you again." I mutter out quietly to myself, whilst rubbing my forehead.

I hear a tap running and then Orson comes into the room, still completely naked, but.. I'm not complaining, I've never seen a man so well built before, perhaps in magazines but they are nothing like Orson, he's so beautiful and handsome, he doesn't fit well with me at all, but he chose me.

I'm his mate now, so he must like me.

He wouldn't take no for an answer, this smug, handsome crazy fu-

"Let's bathe." He says suddenly picking me up, holding me like a bride on her wedding day, he carries me towards the bathroom.

"W-What! Let me down, I can w-walk Orson!" I shriek out embarrassed that I'm naked in front of him.

He ignores me then set me down in the large circle tub, it's warm but not enough to hurt and it feels amazing on my sore and tired muscles, especially in between my legs, the burning soreness is starting to feel like it's healing from the touch of the water.

It's nice and relaxing, I could almost slee-

My eyes go wide as Orson sits down in front of me, his body glistening with water as he looks down at my chest then his eyes raise to mine, with a growing smirk on his lips.