Chasing His Bunny (7 page)

"Do me!"  She reached for him,
practically snarling when he pulled away.

"Bethany, baby, have you thought this
through?" he asked, even though she could tell him it pained him to
pose the question.  His hands on her hips kept her body
pressed down and away from him as he hovered above her.

Rolling her eyes, she reached up and
cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and moaning at the
fantastic sensation that went straight down to her pussy. His eyes
practically bulged. Fuck yeah, Mr. Trying-to-Hold-Out-On-Me, take
that!  "What does it look like Steele?  Now, DO
ME!"

"Bethany, I don't want to take
advantage of you because of the mating call-"

"If you aren't going to do me, I'll go
find someone else who will!"

That got a reaction; the growl that
came from deep inside Steele's chest made her shiver in excitement
and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, arching up in front
of him as her insides throbbed with wet heat.

"Do me, do me, do me!"

"Dammit woman, we need to work on your
dirty talk!"

Bethany smirked as he tore open the
front of his pants, his thick, long cock popping out
immediately.  The plum head bobbed, an angry red, looking like
it was seeking her pussy.  She was so wet, so ready for him,
so needy, that she'd never wanted anything more than this in her
life. So he wanted dirty talk huh?

"Fuck me, Steele, I want your big,
hard cock so deep inside me-"

His howl cut her off as he gripped her
hips and thrust straight into her untried channel.  Bethany
screamed in both lustful triumph and pain as her hymen tore and her
tissues stretched around his thick girth.  It hurt, but she
was so wet and so turned on that it felt good too... a good pain,
like when she cracked her neck or stretched out a cramp.  But
way, way, way better. He froze, deep inside of her, so thick and
hard and throbbing, completely unfamiliar and yet so damn
right.

"You're a fucking virgin!"

"Was," she replied,
gripping his shoulders and clamping her legs around the back of his
as he jerked - she wasn't quite ready for him to move yet, her body
was still adjusting to having such a large object shoved inside of
her.  "I
was
a virgin.  Being in captivity didn't exactly provide a
lot of opportunities for me to change that."

The expression on his face said it all
- he hadn't thought.  He looked kind of horrified actually,
but considering the awe she'd heard in his voice when he'd realized
her pure (well, not so pure anymore) state, she chalked the horror
up to the reminder of her captivity.  

She couldn't really spare an extra
thought for him right now though, she was too busy processing all
the new sensations.  Having something inside of her was
strange.  Her inner muscles felt tight and stretched almost to
the point of pain - but fortunately he was now holding himself
very, very still inside of her so that she could get used to the
new proportions of her pussy.  Full... she was so very full,
in such a good way, and she could feel every inch of him inside of
her as her muscles rippled around him.  He shuddered on top of
her and that felt good too.

With an animal growl, his arms
tightened around her and Bethany found herself being lifted in the
air, gravity pulling her even more firmly onto his upright
cock.  She grabbed at his shoulders, squeaking in
surprise. 

"What are you doing?" 

Face like a thundercloud, Mr.
I'm-Grumpy-Even-When-I'm-Inside-You started walking towards the
back of the house.  "Your first time is not going to be
on a couch, dammit.  It's going to be on a bed."

Eyes crossing, Bethany could barely
concentrate on his words.  Walking made him rock, and even
though he was holding her very still and her legs were wrapped
around his waist, his cock was still making very small but very
pleasurable movements inside of her.  With every step, her
clit rubbed against his front and his wiry chest hair rasped over
her sensitive nipples.  Her body was becoming accustomed to
his cock as well; her pussy had slicked his entire length and her
muscles no longer felt so tight and constraining.  

Instead of responding, she moaned,
which made his cock jerk inside of her, and then she was falling
onto a soft surface.  She was so surprised that her arms
actually let go of his neck and she found herself on a bed, her
butt resting on the edge, with Steele standing between her thighs,
still buried deep inside of her.  

His black eyes were shiny and hot as
he drank in the sight of her on her back before him, her breasts
and hard, pink nipples pointing up at the ceiling, her sundress
around her waist, and his cock buried to the hilt in her
pussy.  Arching, Bethany thrust her breasts upwards, reveling
in her sexual power as the heat in his eyes flared and he grabbed
onto her hips. 

"Goddammit, Bethany," he growled as he
pulled out and then thrust back in, not quite gently but definitely
not roughly either.  Bethany's breath caught in her
throat.  Holy hell that felt good.  Even better than the
little movements while he'd been walking.  She swore she could
feel even millimeter of his thick cock as it dragged along her
insides, awakening her sensitive nerve endings, and sending hot
pleasure coursing through her.  "I'm trying to control myself
but you feel... so... fucking... good..."

He punctuated the last four words with
thrusts that had her writhing and reaching for him.  Both she
and the thing inside of her wanted to touch him, to run her hands
all over his body, and neither was happy that he'd completely taken
over.  Even if it did turn her on to look up and see him
standing over her, looming in a dominant manner that made her arch
again, showing him her neck.  She didn't even know why she did
it - it just felt right.

Steele's eyes flashed amber and
Bethany shuddered around his cock as she realized she'd just gotten
the first glimpse of his wolf.  That told her how close he
really was to losing control, how much she aroused him, and how
much power she really had, even if he was the one running the
show.  Wickedly, she licked her lips, lifting her hands to her
breasts to squeeze the soft mounds and pinch her nipples again,
while she stared him directly in the eye.  She felt
simultaneously brazen and vulnerable as she did so, and she was
immediately rewarded as the amber in his eyes bled through their
usual dark color, his fingers tightening around her hips as he
started thrusting... so hard... so fast... so deep.

Pleasure rose as she pinched her
nipples, rolling them through her fingers while he rode her, his
groin rubbing against her clit and pussy lips with every thrust,
his fingers digging into her soft flesh... he leaned over her and
his tongue flicked out to lick the exposed tip of her right
nipple.  Driving into her, the growling noises that Steele was
making became even louder, vibrating through her and adding to the
erotic sensations.  When he leaned over again, Bethany reached
up and grabbed him, pulling his upper body down over hers so that
she could nibble on his shoulder... his neck... his
earlobe. 

She rubbed her face against him,
marking him with her scent, her instincts driving her as her orgasm
flickered just out of reach.  Her gums burned as her canines
lengthened, the thing inside of her rising in joyous freedom,
because Bethany was too lost in her body to control it.
 

Mate! 
Mine!

Quick as a snake, she latched onto his
neck and her teeth sank into his flesh, just as her pussy began to
quiver around him in glorious ecstasy.

******

Despite the urgent insistence of his
wolf, Steele had promised himself he would not mate Bethany. 
Not yet.  Not during her first time with him, when she'd made
herself so clear before.  She still needed time to come to
grips with her new circumstances, her brothers’ departure, her
sister's injection of the serum that had changed her and the rest
of her family, and the knowledge that she was his mate.  This
was just the first step.

That's why he'd decided to stay
standing when he'd brought her into the guest bedroom.  Being
able to look down at her gorgeous, petite, curvy body and see his
cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, slightly streaked with
the red blood of her virginity - which made both him and his wolf
want to howl in triumph - had just been a bonus.  But then
she'd started playing with her nipples and he'd just had to lean
down for a lick.  They'd skipped foreplay, something which he
would remedy later, but her pretty, pink nipples were so tempting
while she'd pinched and rolled them that he hadn't been able to
help himself.

When she'd grabbed onto his neck, his
wolf had started to go insane inside of his head, demanding that he
mark her - that distraction was probably the only thing that had
kept him from coming when she'd sucked his earlobe between her lips
and nibbled on it.  His knees had practically buckled when
she'd done that.  And then she'd started scent-marking
him.  Her eyes had stayed blue, but he'd been able to smell
the strange, hybrid animal inside of her as it marked him, rubbing
her musky-sweet scent all over his neck, and he'd known it was
taking over.

He'd been about to pull back, knowing
that he wouldn't be able to keep his wolf in check much longer,
when she suddenly bit his neck. 

Mate!  Mark! 
She marked!

His wolf surged forward - Steele too
shocked to stop him, and his wolf too overjoyed to be
contained.  His teeth were sinking into the same spot on her
neck before he could blink, and then they were both cumming
together... the taste of her blood on his tongue setting off the
most intense orgasm of his life.  It felt like his very soul
was draining out of him and into her... but then like he was being
filled back up, with something even more satisfying... something
more complete.  He'd never realized that something was missing
from himself, but now he knew that Bethany was a part of him and
nothing could ever change that.

With his mating a resounding success,
his wolf subsided happily, his teeth shrinking back to their normal
size.  He knew the marks on his and Bethany's necks would
already be scarring over rather than healing, the way normal wounds
did.  His wolf shivered in happiness as it noted Bethany's new
scent, which had a heavy dose of his own now interlaced through it,
just as his would now include hers.  The complexity of their
combined scents would signal to all shifters know that they were
mated, like an olfactory warning.  

He'd expected to feel a little
trapped, even though he thought he'd been handling the appearance
of his mate pretty well since he'd never wanted one.  Despite
his acceptance of the situation, he hadn't expected to feel so good
once it happened.  So content.  So relaxed.  As if
everything was right with the world.  

Propping himself onto his elbows, he
smiled down at his mate, who was still flushed and dazed looking
from the pleasure.  He brushed a kiss over her swollen lips,
basking with smug pride at the look of satiated satisfaction on her
face.  

Her first words knocked the smile
right off his lips.

******

"Wow... that was more fun than I
thought it would be."

Mr. Smug-and-Still-Kinda-Hard's smile
slipped away and turned to a frown as he looked down at her, his
cock flexing inside of her and making her feel even more
uncomfortable.  Not physically.  Physically, she was sore
but feeling wonderful, her limbs were all limp and her body was
flushed with a pleasant afterglow; even the thing inside of her was
happy.  Emotionally, however, Bethany was not as happy as her
inner monster.  She felt awkward and off-balance.

Somehow, when she'd been thinking
about getting her cherry popped, she'd never really thought about
what came afterwards.  What was she supposed to say now? 
Thank you?  You rocked my world?  The latter was
definitely true, but for some reason she didn't want to say
it.  Just thinking it made her feel vulnerable... because she
might not have much experience, but she knew damn well that was not
a typical first time.  It wasn't even a typical
multi-time.  Whatever had happened, there at the end... that
went out of the bounds of anything that had ever been described to
her.

The hurt look that Steele gave her
made her wince, but before she could think of something else to
say, that expression had already melted away to a much
more mischievous, plotting one.  

"Fun, hmmm?" he asked, practically
purring as he rocked his body against hers.  Bethany gasped,
her fingers coming up to grasp his biceps as an aftershock of
ecstasy rippled through her, her swollen and sensitive clit
tingling from the contact.  "I can show you a lot of fun,
sweetheart.  We can have fun all night."

Her body was screaming ‘Hell Yeah!’
but her mind was already throwing up warning signals.  Not
just because of the way Mr. Cocky-and-Proud-of-It was looking at
her so possessively, but also because the monster inside of her was
rolling around happily.  She didn't trust the thing - how
could she?  It was unnatural; it wasn't a real part of her, it
had been created in a lab, so how could she trust any of what it
wanted?  Having sex with him was one thing, but it wanted her
to stay all night, not just for sex, but for cuddling and
sleeping.  It wanted her to stay all night,
every night.