The beginning of a werewolf tale

Chapter 4

I stare into my mates jade eyes attentively, seeking any trace of pain. I scrutinise her strong yet delicate 5'2 frame for any injuries. Her shoulders are thick and corded with muscle, waist small but you can see the definition there where her shirt is pressing lovingly against her tanned skin. The lightly pigmented skin of the curve of her breasts is almost too tempting to resist. My gaze moves from her breasts, across her flawless skin, to her defined collarbones. My gaze then fixates on the mark I left on her nape.

Before I can stop myself, I'm leaning forward, pressing my tongue to the mark and slowly laving the skin there. Her taste infiltrates my mouth, seeping into my very soul with the calming persistence of the ocean. I press myself into her, her breasts pushing against my chest with their hard peaks pricking my skin through my shirt, while at the same time, I urgently press my fingers into her pants, desperately searching out her heated centre. I reach her underwear, the thick cotton material doing nothing to dissuade my erection, only enhance it. My fingers delve beneath the elastic of her waistline, met with a small thatch of curls.

I press my fingers lower, searching out and finding desire slick skin. I trace around her folds, tormenting myself with how her feminine flesh is quivering with need. She moans, a sound that goes straight to my dick, making me throb with the need to be inside her, taking her, marking her as mine, possessing every inch of her delectable body, sinking both my dick, and my teeth into her welcoming depths. Her hips move seeking out my teasing touch. I feel my claws begin to emerge but fight them back, not wanting to hurt my mate when I touch her for the first time.

Sliding my fingers along the skin just beyond her folds, closer and closer to her tempting heat. I move my other hand to her hip, my large hand curving around the joint, stilling her hips just where I want them. She whimpers, the sound leaving me feeling empty inside.

After debating for mere moments, I nip at her neck eliciting a gasp from her, then move the sweep of my tongue to the side of her neck while simultaneously pressing the pad of my thumb between her folds and rub, pressing down hard against her clit. She moans in pleasure. I revel in the sound, knowing that I was the one who brought her that pleasure. My index finger moves closer to her rubbing along the sides of her, not letting up until I hear her begging whimper for more. Then I plunge my finger into her wet heat, almost coming in my jeans at the sensation of her inner muscles clutching at my finger desperately, as if she couldn't bear to lose the sensation of my finger inside of her, stretching, and filling her with ease.

I slowly inch a second and third finger inside of her, stretching her to further to accomodate the girth of my large fingers. Once seated to my knuckles, I slowly move my fingers, manipulating, stretching, exploring and pleasuring her.

Then I bit once again. Causing her to clamp down hard around my fingers, moaning her release as my teeth sink deep into my mates giving flesh. This is mark that pronounced to the world that she was mine. Mine. And no one was ever going to take her away from me. Ever.