Garren’s POV:
The restraint I had completely vanished after hearing her words, and they made me act rashly. I moved my two fingers, roughly thrusting them into her tight, wet pussy.
She quickly grabbed my hand, trying to push it back as her breath picked up. She was still gazing into my eyes, but the confidence in them was replaced by fear.
This wasn’t what I wanted to do. Yes, I wanted to scare her a little, but not make her sad!
She was the one who started this, and yet she was acting as if I was the one forcing myself on her.
When tears formed in her eyes, I groaned softly and cursed under my breath.
“Hey,” I called softly as I leaned in closer, closing the little space between us.
“I won’t hurt you. Remember, I’m your mate,” I whispered without thinking, then kissed her gently as she slowly began to respond.
My fingers were stilled because I didn’t want to scare her any further or have her compare me to that asshole in any way.
“No, this position isn’t working for me,” I said to myself, then pulled back and sat next to her, grabbing her arm and moving her onto my lap.
She sat, leaning her back against my chest.
“Garren,” she called in concern.
“Hush,” I whispered softly.
I didn’t want to look at her and see her beautiful facial expression. At the same time, I wanted to touch her more.
I shifted and brushed my nose against the side of her neck, inhaling her beautiful scent which was mixed with her arousal. It was driving me crazy, and it was getting hard for me to handle her.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered huskily in her ear, then nibbled on her earlobe, earning a soft moan from her.
A few minutes went by, which made me think she was realizing her own mistake. But I was left stunned when she complied.
“Mate with her,” came my lycan’s command.
“No,” I answered silently, then instantly slid my hand back into her boxers.
“Just relax,” I whispered as I slowly rubbed two of my fingers against her clit, back and forth.
I heard her gasp, then slowly exhale as her body relaxed.
Since she told me her story about how that asshole had scarred her over a kiss, it became clear to me that she might be a virgin. Although the only way to be sure was either to drink her blood or go all the way with fucking.
If she was truly a virgin, then it would be my first time handling someone like her, and I had no idea how to do it.
I preferred an experienced woman in bed because I had heard many times how virgins expected too much on their first night. Not only did they cling to their partner after sex, but they mostly wanted to be taken seriously and to be in an official relationship with them. They wanted their partner to spoil them rotten and love them unconditionally, and that was something I wasn’t going to do.
I usually went for one-night stands because I hated commitment and closure from my partners. There was no hugging, foreplay between us, or kissing. It was always me who had them bend over or have them ride me. That’s why I went for women who were brave enough to let me do as I wanted or take the initiative to please me.
That’s the main reason I stayed away from virgins.
Her soft moan pulled me out of my thoughts and made me smirk.
She was too sensitive, and that was a total turn-on for me. I was just rubbing against her clit, yet her breathing was loud and labored. Her hips were slightly shifting each time I increased my shift, and her moans were like angelic music to my ears.
Wanting to hear more of her, I moved my hand to her collarbone, slowly caressing her skin.
“Garren,” she called in a whisper.
“Just feel,” I responded huskily, then grabbed her breast, squeezing it gently as I kissed the side of her neck playfully.
My dick was throbbing, and each friction I felt from the fabric I was putting on was making me feel good.
I wanted us to cum together, sadly not in my pants, but into her wetness. I wanted her walls to clench around my length as I released.
Just the thought made me groan loudly as I grazed my fangs against her skin while I pinched her hard nipple, making her whine loudly.
My mouth was watering, and sweat was beginning to form on my forehead as the need to feed from her began to fill me up.
I stilled my movement for a second when she moved her hand, grabbing my hair roughly as if encouraging me to bite down on the spot where my fangs had grazed.
I knew how werewolves marked each other, and it wasn’t different from how we fed. Me sinking my fangs there would be a simple act of feeding, but to her, it would have a much deeper and more important meaning.
If I were to give her the cold shoulder or hand her over to the council after doing that, it wouldn’t just destroy her; I feared it would kill her.
I tilted my head slightly and leaned in, kissing her shoulder while I moved my fingers from her clit and slowly pushed them into her wetness, while moving my thumb in a circular motion on her hard nipple.
She moaned loudly and dropped her hand from my hair, grabbing my hand that was fingering her.
I smirked in approval when she covered her hand with mine, making me push even deeper. She was showing me how deep she wanted to feel my fingers, and that made me purr in approval.
My heart slightly ached, and my mind was screaming to let her go, but my body didn’t want to. I closed my eyes and took that chance to sink my fangs into her shoulder.
She let out a low scream, then sighed loudly as her body trembled and her hand fell from mine. I pulled my fingers out from her wetness, satisfied that she would cum so soon.
As I sucked her blood, I was expecting it to be repulsive, considering she was a werewolf. But when I swallowed that sweet, intoxicating liquid in my mouth, I couldn’t believe it was her blood.
She was powerless in my arms and tired because she had just orgasmed, but I was only just beginning. As I selfishly drank from her, her low moans grew louder, filling the room over time.
“Garren,” she called in a low voice that made me pull back.
“I want to look at you, please,” she pleaded.
Her words were supposed to be my wake-up call, but stupidly, I didn’t want to wake up because I, too, wanted to see her face at that moment.
I grabbed her by the waist and slowly helped her shift and move back onto my lap, facing me.
My eyes instantly went to her body. She was stunning, and her figure was just perfect.
I gently grabbed her thigh and pulled her closer, causing her breasts to jiggle with the movement. I swallowed hard, then moved my hand to the side of her breast with a frown.
There was a slightly red color that looked like a bruise.
I would have sworn I held her gently, but now I was blaming myself for being reckless. Two small holes where my fangs had pierced were showing, and a trail of fresh blood was rolling down the other side of her breast to her stomach. Her hair was a sexy mess, and her breathing was still a little too loud.
I moved my hand to her cheek and watched as she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, concerned.
She opened her eyes and shook her head.
I knew she was lying because once my fangs pierced someone’s skin, the pain would be there. However, as the blood was being sucked out, the pain would subside.
During a sexual act shared between partners (a vampire and a human/other being), the pain would instantly vanish once the vampire began to suck because our fangs usually released an aphrodisiac that acted like a drug. However, this depended on the vampire’s choice to do so with their partner. I was so drawn to her that I couldn’t even provide that for her.
She was definitely in pain but trying to live in the moment with her mate. It was sad but also understandable.
“This time it won’t hurt. It will feel so pleasurable that you will beg for me to touch you more,” I whispered, then wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned in, licking the trail of blood from her nipple to her shoulder.
“You are about to experience a new world, Miss Virgin, so enjoy,” that was all I could say before sinking my fangs into her shoulder.
She made a pained sound, which was quickly replaced by a soft moan as her hand went into my hair, pulling the band off.
As I continued to suck, she began moving her hips, feeling my own need to cum and release.