Page 63 of Monsters and Beauties

And I felt something tighten in my chest as I rose just enough to look down at her face. That tightness grew to an uncomfortable level, a pain I’d never experienced before.

My perfect human was sleeping, pressed against me and showing me all the trust in the world, like she knew I’d protect her. And all the while my Marcella held on to that digit.

Although I knew I’d never let her go because she was mine, this feeling growing in me was something different, and not anything I’d ever experienced before.

It was an emotion that had my heart softening toward this little thing, and a small voice inside of me moving from total dominance to something deeper and more meaningful.

As I stared at my mate, I knewshewould be the only one to ever have control over me. And I would gladly give it to her ten times over.

ChapterFifteen

Marcella

Ifelt like something had shifted inside of me from last night to today, the changing of my thought process and how I wanted things to play out.

I’d been so set on trying to escape Wolf and this situation, finding any means necessary to just get away, but I hadn’t really stopped and fully appreciated that I was actually… happy spending time with him.

Sure, I didn't have my creature comforts like the internet, running water or heat, or even a proper bathroom, but I didn’t need any of those things. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel any kind of pressure to abide by rules or laws or a certain set of standards.

This was just a wild, primitive way of life, but it worked. And it felt good.

I tried to be quiet and slow as I shifted on the pallet of furs so I could stare at him. His paw tightened on my waist, as if he thought I was trying to escape. I had to be going crazy because I actually smiled and felt this warmth bloom in my chest at the thought of him being so territorial and protective of me.

For long seconds I just looked at him, memorizing how different he was from me, yet with each passing moment with Wolf, he became more familiar.

I’d probably stared at his face and took in all his strange, beastly yet beautiful features a hundred times over since he took me. But I couldn’t help myself as I looked at his pointed ears, and couldn't stop myself from reaching up and running my fingers along the edges.

The fur was so thick but also soft, and they twitched slightly as I moved the digits behind them and down his face.

He made a deep sound in his throat but continued to sleep and so I kept exploring him. I touched his snout, running my fingers over the edge of his black nose, then down his broad shoulders and bulging biceps.

His chest was so hard and defined that I felt a different heat settle right between my legs. After the fucking he gave me last night, there should be no way I’d be interested in sex right now.

I was sore and sticky from the amount of cum he’d left inside of me. Yet I was ready for him to touch me, to scratch me, to give me more marks that currently covered my body.

With that thought in mind, I glanced down, pushing the fur away so that I could see my breasts and belly, my inner thighs and my hips. I was covered in red and purple fingerprint sized marks, scratches all down my sides, more bluish colors covering my belly.

I touched them lightly, not sure why I found them so beautiful. I had to be losing my mind. When I glanced back up at Wolf, I made a small sound of surprise at his dark eyes—open, and his gaze locked on me.

He looked down at where I touched my belly, my fingers circling over a rather large bruise he’d given me in his primal passion. Slowly, he trailed his gaze back up to my face, made a deep sound in his throat that I knew all too well, and he was suddenly pulling the furs away from me.

He had me flipped on to my stomach, and grabbed my hips to lift my lower body off the ground. I braced my knees apart, really spreading open for him. I was already swollen and soaked and so ready for that big, hard ribbed cock.

But he surprised me when he gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart, running his wet nose over one cheek, along the small of my back, and then moving to the other cheek.

With my chest pressed to the ground, I tried to look over my shoulder, but he clamped his hand down on my nape and growled in want.

Wolf was the one in control.

What he didn’t know, or maybe he did and that’s why he acted so domineering and possessive, was that I liked this brutish alpha-hole-ness that came from him.

He gave my ass a hard swat, and I yelped, but then he dragged his tongue over the spot, easing the sting.

“Wolf—” his name was as far as I got before I felt his textured tongue slide along the crease and move along the puckered hole nestled between my cheeks. I felt my eyes widen, this wave of self-consciousness filling me.

He was… he was licking me backthere. Oh, okay. This was how we would start the morning.

His claws dug into my ass, holding me open as he licked, as he teased that tiny opening that was like a direct line to my pussy because I got so wet for him.

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