I groaned as the tip started to enter me, the man was still large and it had only been several hours since our last time. Keeping his place he leaned down and nipped at my neck, licking the bite mark he had made earlier.
The bite was like a new erogenous zone, sending small bolts of sensation zinging through my pussy. I tilted my hips angling to get more of him. He obliged and was soon seated fully still licking and nipping the bite mark.
Running my hands down his back they came to rest on his sculpted ass. Every time he ground into me I felt electric shocks moving up my spine and moaned almost continuously.
Increasing his pace Joel placed his weight over me and grabbed my hips with both hands. Tilting my pelvis and dropping my legs farther apart I wondered what a whore I must look like being taking so roughly on the floor.
“My whore,” he whispered in my ear grinding his pelvis into mine. “Say it, tell me you are mine.”
“No,” I said being stubborn, but still trying to move my hips in time with his voracious thrusts. I didn’t belong to anyone, what an antiquated idea.
Keeping a hand securely on my hip the other moved to the back of my neck and my head was roughly moved to the side. His human teeth were less sharp, but the sensation was the same and I cried out as he drove into his bite mark. It made my pussy feel like it was on fire.
“Tell me now,” he whispered suddenly still inside me, “or I stop.”
With that he drove his teeth into his bite. I tried to wiggle under him. I just wanted to stop the burning ache in my pelvis, but he was too heavy and too strong.
“Yes, I am yours, just please,” I begged him.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded starting to move again.
His pace was frenzied and I hung onto his back, raking my nails across the flexing muscles. I was completely out of control, whimpering and mewling strange sounds into his shoulder. He didn’t stop biting his mark until he felt me clenching around him and then I felt him grow impossibly large inside me as he howled his own release.
As we lay panting on the floor I was glad Nate didn’t decide to come in to check on us again. All too soon Joel was slipping out of me and pulling me to my feet.
“Come and get ready, I want to take you downstairs to dinner and then I’m sure the witches will be here to check on you,” he said.
There was significantly less excess between my legs this time and I was informed that had to do with whether the wolf or the man finished. He said it like that was the most obvious thing in the world.
“What exactly to do you plan to have me wear?” I asked watching him saunter naked into his closet. I felt a weird pride when I saw angry red nail marks running down his back.
“Your clothes would be my second choice,” he laughed at me, “but nothing is an option.”
“Okay and where would I get ‘my’ clothes?”.
Looking slightly embarrassed he opened the door next to the closet he was in.
“You were wrong, by the way, I did check you closet, but just for sizes,” he said gesturing me inside.
Walking into the little room, I was floored. It was stocked floor to ceiling with everything a girl could need shirts, pants, dresses, skirts, shoes, even lingerie and underclothes.
“Why were clothes brought to me last night?” I turned and asked him.
“I thought you might get nervous if you saw this last night and I wanted to be the one to show it to you,” he answered sheepishly pulling a delicate silver top and filmy black skirt off their hangers and handing them to me.
“It’s wonderful,” I said taking the proffered clothes, “nobody’s ever bought me anything like this.”
“You are welcome,” he called happily moving back to his own closet obviously very satisfied with himself.
I felt a little nervous walking out of Joel’s rooms for the first time. We were greeted by three men outside the door, none of whom I recognized. They all bowed their heads to my companion and two held the post, the third trailed behind us on the stairs.
After my rush indoctrination into pack mechanics this afternoon I wondered if my need for escorts would make me look too weak in the eyes of the pack.
“It doesn’t really matter what they think about that right now, love,” he said squeezing my hand as we walked down the wide staircase.
This whole one sided mental conversation thing really sucked. I was almost ready to be changed into a wolf just so I could occasionally get into his head.
I recognized the large lobby with its ornate marble floors we had come into the day before and again I heard voices but no one was there. Walking through a set of open double doors the voices stopped abruptly. I had been told the pack numbered in the hundreds, but to see it for myself was a different thing.
The room looked like the large banquet halls I frequently went to meeting at. Sitting around the round tables were countless numbers of people. Men, women, and the small scattering of children all stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at me. I held onto my best smile and looked around trying to think of anything to calm me down. I saw Katrina in the crowd waving madly at me, so I tried to focus on her.
“Pack members of the Latro pack, I present to you my mate, Elizabeth,” Joel stated with flourish.
A cheer rose up from those assembled and I heard a significant amount of howling.
“As you know there have already been attempts on her life,” he continued. “She is strong and brave and has survived these evil deeds.”
I wanted to raise an eyebrow at him and discuss his definition of strong and brave versus lucky. I kept my face a smile though, wishing I could just sink into the floor.
“Until the ones responsible have been caught and brought to justice, she will not be free to mingle freely with you,” he persisted despite obvious grumbling in the crowd.
“I would advise caution for all of you, caution for family. Please continue to be at your highest guard and do not hesitate to report strange activity to our security chief or his officers,” he motioned to Nate who stood up as did several other men.
“Tonight we celebrate and enjoy good food and family!” he finished with flourish.