Starved
“Are you sure? You might tear, Nyra.” I rolled my eyes. Oh, fuck it. What's the point of pretending to be gentle and harmless when he was just about to devour me earlier? I just don’t get him. I thought he was so desperate and impatient in pushing it inside as much as I did. We may have. Sour relationship, a love and hate one, yet here we are, busy inhaling each other like there’s no tomorrow.
“No, I can handle it,” I said, still pushing it. I could see his pants almost bulging from his hard and fully erect member. It is big judging from his bulge, what more if I remove it from his pants? I licked my lips and grabbed his member through his shorts. When it came out, it bounced up and down, almost slapping my hand, now angrily staring at me, as if I had destroyed its sleep. I gulped, my eyes still pinned into it. I ogled, admiring the view as if it were my first time seeing one.
Veins were popping out, his massive girth visible too. It looked red, plumping, and looked like it would burst out anytime. Plus the size, forgive me, moon goddess, how could you bless someone with this size? It was almost the same as my whole arm. I couldn’t imagine how alll this time that we had been together, he was hiding this massive member of his.
Now that I am face to face with it, I feel scared, excited, and nervous. What if it does not fit? What if it will tear me? This just occurred to me why Creed was so keen on preparing my hole.
“Like what you see?” Creed asked, breaking me from my reverie. “Are you just going to stare at it?”
His tone was seductively teasing me, yet I couldn’t miss out on the faint flushing of his cheeks. He must have been embarrassed having shown his member to me.
I lightly put my hands around his member, one hand was not enough I had to use both. I then started to stroke at it, “Awe, is the Ravager shy now?”
He let out a moan, and my ears perked up, wanting to listen to that sound more…its like music, and it turned me on more. With his sounds urging me to continue, I was enthralled seeing that I had this effect on him. So much that his knees were buckling up. His pheromones were oozing and spreading around, and the heavy sexual tension intensified. Good thing that we are inside the house now because if we continued earlier at the tree, we might have already fallen to the ground with all the mud splattered all around us.
He’s too experienced with this as if he knows what he was doing. As if he had it all memorized like the back of his hand. Of course, he’s the Ravager. His devilish handsome looks and his cold and heartless demeanor might be enough to make the she-wolves drive away but I can’t deny the charm and effect he has on she-wolves that even I, a nonromantic she-wolf who don’t have any care of mates and all is being magnetically pulled into him. For a minute I am thankful that he is my mate…
Suddenly, the thought of him doing it with others soured my mood.
I felt him biting my lip and I yelped in pain.
He caressed my hair, “You’re thinking of something else, focus on me, Nyra. Do you have someone in mind?”
“No… it’s just…I thought of you doing this with the other she-wolves.” I brought up, avoiding his gaze.
He lifted my chin so I would be staring into his deep gray hunter eyes, “And? Does that make you jealous?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Ha, I didn’t expect a bitch like you would be feeling possessive. I haven’t even marked you…” He then lightly kissed my forehead, “And, what about you? You’re experienced with this, did you do it with other werewolves from your pack?”
I hesitated for a moment. Doing this…I suddenly felt like throwing up, disgusted with myself. I never have any good memories of this…
They said mating and being marked would be good for you if you were with your mate, but it wasn’t my mate. Back at the pack, they used and abused me and I suddenly numb about this.
“No…” I can’t mention that someone forced their way into me when I was punished.
Creed sensed my sudden silence so he continued, “For the record, I have never done this with anyone, until now. Back at my father’s pack, this has been part of the training for the soon-to-be alpha’s to be trained to please our Luna.”
I nodded, hearing how he was ready to share something from his pack. As if it wasn’t just a few days ago when I would bug him to tell me anything about his experience from his past pack.
And I honestly never knew it would be this pleasurable…addicting even.
He opened my legs, revealing my wet mound. “Fuck, Nyra. I could just bury my face in his right now.” He stopped to admire the view I could feel myself gushing more.
“You’re lucky I am your mate…because I could still control myself while in a rut….”
I bit my lip, my legs quivering under his luscious eyes. He leaned down and inhaled my scent, and I instinctively flinched.
He noticed my reaction so he stopped and withdrew, “Do you have second thoughts about continuing this?”
His question woke me up, and I could only hear his words echoing, my mind wanted it, wanted him. All of him. But then my body has been so used and abused that it recognizes that this act is a danger to my body…and it feels wrong that my body is rejecting him to enter me.
At this, he seemed to read my mind. He gritted his teeth, his expression suddenly changing into anger, “Nyra, tell me, do you hate my touch?”
I shook my head, “It’s not you, Creed, it’s my body…it has been too abused that it fails to recognize this act as something good.” I wanted to explain more but he instantly understood it.
I thought he would flip out and harm me, and I braced myself for the impact. Yet he did the opposite. Creed instantly embraced me, “Let me chang your perspective about mating and marking. Onofat a time, Nyra. I will let you experience heaven without being reminded by your past.”
I nodded, feeling bad that we had to cut this just because of my stupid trauma. I may have not admitted it and forced myself to dig it deep, pretending to act strong and all, but the trauma I felt from my past seems to resurface again.
He then put on his pants and sat beside me quietly.
“But Creed, you’re in a rut…” I mumbed, feeling guilty.
“Yes, I am…I’ll handle it alone.”
I blinked, “Really?” Is he not going to force me?
“Nyra, you are not just an object that I would use to my pleasure anytime I want...when I mark you, I want you to feel the same too. And enjoy it.” He explained, and I nodded. “You’re my mate, there is no need to rush when we are bound forever..”
His gentleness and his words struck me and I couldn’t help but let out the tears that I was holding. He embraced me, and. Never knew Creed would be the one I needed to comfort me. Maybe, just maybe, this mates thing is not a bad thing. That him kidnapping me might have a good reason. That he will put me out of my misery.
“Thank you.” I never even imagined thanking him.
“Are you two done?”
Creed and I jumped out at the sudden sound from behind us. I blinked, thinking it was Creed who asked but the voice was much higher and playful than his.
I suddenly got a whiff of a strange scent. No, a familiar scent. A vampire.
Creed instantly pulled me behind and stood protectively, “Stay there, Nyra.”
It was dark, but we could see the silhouette of a figure standing there... “You just woke me up from my nap.”
I furrowed my eyebrows, so this vampire has been here for a while? “What? How long have you been here?” Why didn’t we smell him or even notice him?
“Since you were moaning and touching each other. Damn. This is the fourth time I have witnessed you werewolves mating. I have enough! To think I have to find the right time to intervene!” He complained as if he had the right to be angry. “And the sexual tension was too much for me, damn, so you wolves go at it hard. So intense. I wish I could do the same.”
Creed was quick to get closer to the vampire and grab him by the neck, “Tell me your name and who sent you.”
Gon was the sweet and gentle Creed who was embracing me and was replaced with hee usual Ravager Creed who could slice you up anytime he wanted. The vampire didn't even quiver. Instead, he chuckled loudly, “Ah, this is boring, you wolves are so predictable. Can we first have a chat?”
