Joining the Pack Ch. 03

His cock was annoyed. He felt ready to burst with need for her as she now was tucked so perfectly against him. Her round little butt pressed into his swollen cocked, teased him. But he knew he still needed to be patient. He'd given her a taste of what her life would be. Of what he could stir within her. Though her mind still wanted to fight him, her body now lay soft and yielding against him as she recovered her breath.

He stood, picking her up smoothly and pressing her into his chest. She whimpered but her hands clung to his arm as he made his way back to their camp. He couldn't help giving her butt a few squeezes as he carried her, happy when she didn't try to jerk away, instead she just tightened her grip on his arm. He wanted to hum with delight. All his searching had been worth it.

He set her down gently on the thick fur blanket, pulled another blanket up around her shoulders as she curled into herself, wide eyes watching him warily. It was then he noticed the abrasions on her hands, on her knees from when she'd fallen. He tsked, picked up a towel and moistened it with a bit of warm water from the pot by the fire.

He sat next to her, met her eye, "Your hands. Do they hurt?"

She blinked in confusion, then looked down at her palms. "A little," she finally shrugged.

He reached carefully for her, took one of her hands in his and tenderly wiped at the blood. He glanced to her face, saw her grit her teeth against the sting. He grimaced an apology.

"You were a wolf," she said abruptly.

He chuckled, met her eye. "I suppose."

"That was real?"

He nodded, "It was."

"It wasn't some magic trick?" Anahid asked. He gently set her hand back down, picked up the other to clean.

"No. That's my true form."

He looked back to her face and his heart flipped as he watched her eyes scan up and down his body. She met his gaze and flushed, seeing that he'd caught her examining him.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked.

He barked a laugh. "Of course not. You're my mate."

She jerked, tried pull her hand from his but he held on tight, ignoring her attempts as he continued to gently clean her wound.

"Your mate!?" she snapped.

"Yes. Though, I didn't know until I smelled you. I thought I was just repaying a debt tracking you down."

He could feel her tensing, sensed her rising confusion and annoyance. "Why? What debt?"

He shrugged, finally met her eyes again as he sat back. He supposed it was past due, explaining who she was. "I knew your father. He saved my life, long, long ago. When he was dying, some twenty years ago, his last words were to ask me to find his child. A girl he'd sired with a human. He wanted me to find her, bring her into my pack to protect her. So I've been looking for you ever since. It wasn't until I finally caught your scent that I realized who you would be to me."

She gaped at him, slowly shook her head. "No. You have the wrong person. I know my parents."

He laughed. "Humans that took in an orphaned baby girl, nothing more. Sheep raising a wolf."

She tried to scoot away from him across the blanket, but found herself hopelessly tangled and unable to move more than a few inches. "You're lying."

He cocked his head. "Why would I do that?"

"I'm not like you. I can't change into a fucking monster."

He frowned. "The human blood in you prevented it." He motioned to her shoulder, "I fixed that though. My bite is awakening your true self. You WILL turn into a fucking monster, soon."

Her hand moved to the bite, eyes still wide and unbelieving. "You're lying," she whispered.

Kaev stood, annoyance growing in him. He grabbed up his breeches and began dressing quickly. "We'll see I suppose. The full moon is tomorrow night."

"You're lying!" she screamed at him as she clutched the fur blanket tighter around her bare shoulders.

Anger rippled through him and he crouched in front of her, grabbed her chin in his hand to force her to meet his eye. "Your body knows I'm not."

~~

Kaev tossed her one of his shirts. She pulled the soft cotton tunic over her head and it fell nearly to her knees. It smelled like him and she blushed, feeling as if he again wrapped her arms around her. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the sudden ache his scent elicited. Curling back down on the soft fur blanket she watched him move around the small camp. Was he...preparing dinner? She wanted to laugh at the absurdity. This man-wolf creature was acting like this was the most normal evening of his life. He was actually humming as he stirred at the pot on the fire.

She refused to believe him. It just couldn't be real. SHE was not a monster like him. She still wasn't even sure if what'd she'd seen had been real, so impossible was the vision of him transforming from that monstrous wolf. She was going mad. That was the only option. His madness was likely wearing off on her she decided.

But still she watched him as she clung to the small protection of the fur blanket. His broad, well muscled back rippled, even under the cotton shirt. The cuffs were rolled up so she could see his strong forearms, covered in dark hair. She winced, remembering the fur of the wolf. He glanced to her as if he sensed her studying him. And he smiled. She gulped, looked away. That was dangerous. His face which had seemed so terrifying, so savage transformed when he smiled. His gray eyes danced and he seemed genuinely giddy to be near her.

He was insane. It was the only explanation. He had bit her after all...

She squeaked in surprise as he sat down heavily next to her, handed her a bowl of the stew he'd been preparing. She took it tentatively, her growling stomach winning out over her better sense.

Holding her eye he took a careful bite from his bowl, as if to show her it was safe. She frowned, but copied him. A sigh burst from her as she tasted the delicious meat broth and she closed her eyes in happiness. Beside her Kaev chuckled.

"So, you think I'm your mate," she said between bites, unwilling to meet his dangerous eyes.

"I know you are. You'll see. On the full moon you'll understand," he said lightly.

She shook her head. "Just because you think I'm your mate doesn't make it okay to take me against my will."

He stilled beside her and she finally forced her eyes back up to his face, scared of what she'd find. He stared down at her, gray eyes turning dark as he studied her face.

"You don't know what you want," he eventually said, his voice falling low. She sensed the warning in his tone, but somehow it only lit the anger within herself. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You don't know anything about me," she said.

He reached a hand to her face, as if to soothe her. She slapped it away, continued to glare at him. He froze and she knew she'd made a mistake as the dark look crept across his face. Suddenly he lunged towards her, knocking the soup from her hands as he grabbed at her. She tried to scramble away but he grabbed an ankle, yanked her back towards him. Then he was on top of her again, his immense weight sinking into her as she was pressed into the soft fur.

Straddling her he pinned her hands on either side of her head and clenched his fingers in warning. Feeling the shot of pain in her wrists she stilled underneath him, but met his eye in defiance.

"I know everything about you. I know you better than you know yourself Anahid."

"You didn't even know my name until yesterday," she hissed.

He laughed. "For someone concerned about being murdered you seem to like picking fights."

Fury rose in her. Pick fights? She was picking fights!? He'd attacked her, assaulted her. Kidnapped her! She bucked underneath him, too aware at how her borrowed shirt rode up her thighs, but she was passed the point of caring. She screamed in impotent rage and thrashed against him but still he pinned her, completely unmoved by her struggling. Eventually she heard him chuckle and the sound only sent her anger higher.

"Fuck you!" she screamed.

Again he laughed and then suddenly rose off her a few inches. Before she could register his movements he'd flipped her onto he belly. One massive hand pressed against the back of her neck, pushing her face into the soft fur blanket. The other hand snaked around her waist, hitched up her hips so her bottom was pressed into him. Panic filled her as she felt the swell of his cock against her bare skin.

Her rage withered as fear reared within her. She struggled against him but he only gripped her more tightly. She felt him lean over her, his breath tickled at her ear.

"Is that a request?" he whispered.

She sobbed, tears ran down her cheeks as she felt him over her, pressing into her like a vice. The hand circling her waist moved. His fingers slid down her exposed pussy. She whimpered.

He still leaned over her, took her earlobe in his mouth as his fingers moved. "You're wet. I can feel how you crave me. How you want me to fuck you."

She moaned, tried to jerk her hips away from his probing fingers. "No, please no."

He bit her earlobe and she screeched in pain. "I can feel how you quiver when I touch you. I can smell your heat."

He quickly moved back, pressed his hand to the small of her back, still holding her down while he hoisted her hips up. Without warning his mouth was on her pussy. His tongue moved urgently against her moist folds, pressed into her entrance and she shuddered. Her fear fell away. She could only feel his tongue, his strong hands holding her against him. He devoured her, tongue insistent as it pressed inside her while his finger moved to her clit, flicking and rubbing savagely. Too fast. It was too fast.

He brought her to her climax in only a few short minutes, forcing her over the edge as she gasped and twitched underneath him. She came, jerking her ass in the air as she ground into his urgent mouth. She screamed, writhing underneath him, and still he held her down, forced the pleasure higher until she was nearly delirious from the ecstasy. Still his tongue moved against her, moving to lap along her now dripping slit. He took her clit in between his lips, sucked viciously as she heaved and struggled beneath him. Her mind fled her, she was so high, outside her own body, riding wave after wave of pure bliss.

His mouth finally left her swollen folds and then she felt a sharp smack against her trembling ass. The sting of pain was enough to bring her mind back into her body and he let her collapse back on the furs.

She felt gentle hands pull down her shirt, covering her sore bottom. Carefully he turned her on her side as he slid up next to her, pulling her back into his arms, against his barrel chest. He tenderly brushed hair from her face, wiped away the sweat on her brow. Turning her face to his he kissed her deeply and she shivered, tasting herself still on his lips.

~~

She melted into him and Kaev's heart swelled...nearly as large as his cock. This couldn't go on much longer. He knew he must wait until the full moon to truly take her, but she wasn't making it easy. His perfect little Anahid. His fierce, lovely mate. She was more than he could have ever imagined. He gently grazed his hand against her breasts and felt her stir against him, a fluttering moan escaping her lips. He ground his mouth into hers, loving the way she yielded against him now. With a sigh he pulled way, his blood was too hot. His cock against her butt all but howled for her.

Tucking her against him, he felt her head loll as he cradled her. She drifted into sleep and still he held her, unwilling to let her go though it was torture feeling her soft and welcoming body against his.

They had all the time in the world. He could be patient another day.

~~

Anahid woke slowly. Arms like tree-trunks were wrapped around her, holding her tight against his hard chest. She tried to pull up the anger. The fear from before but found she couldn't. She was too comfortable. Too safe feeling in this embrace. It was madness. She was anything BUT safe.

She glanced down to the hands that held her. So large, so rough and yet they were gentle against her. Or insistent when he was bent on giving her pleasure. Pleasure like she hadn't even known could exist. She wasn't stupid, she understood those things, but she was still a virgin. Still had never actually understood what all the fuss was about. She got it now though. She felt the press of his length against her butt and shivered, unsure if in anticipation or fear. He would take her. He would shove his huge cock into her and use her up. She pondered though, as she ran her fingers along his arm. Why hadn't he done it yet? She could feel his need. Could see the barely controlled lust in his eyes. But he refrained from raping her. From taking her like she knew he wanted to. Why?

She turned her head slowly, tried to find his face. He slept deeply and for a moment she was sad to not be able to see those dark eyes of his. She thought she should try to escape again...but she was so warm, so comfortable. And he'd just catch her again anyways.

She shivered, ashamed how the thought of him chasing after her through the woods sent her heart pounding against her chest. He'd said he liked to chase. No, he would only be too happy to run her down and use his dangerous mouth to lick her into submission again. Heat rose to her face as she imagined it.

She relaxed back into him, tried to go back to sleep as well.

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