Misfit Mates {the half-wolf and her recessive alpha}

Get To It

{ Grayson }

I can't help the slight chuckle that comes out of me when Mid goes into complete shock, but it stops being funny when I start pulling down her underwear confident that all my wishes will come true but then she clenches the sheet in her hands so tightly that her knuckles start to go completely white.

And I may make fifty rape jokes a day, but it’s just a coping mechanism as my therapist would say. I would definitely never do that, my wolf would rather die than hurt someone like that... than hurt her like that.

"Mid? Everything okay?" I ask, leaving the little pink garment halfway down her buttocks and avoiding with all my might to look at the red mark my hand left there.

She doesn't answer, just breathes heavily and does nothing to change the position I put her in. I pull her little panties back up to maybe give her more confidence but she still doesn't move, speak or open her eyes.

At this point I push my wolf out of my mind again because he’s making this into something it might not be.

"Angel," I murmur in a softer voice, running my finger very lightly over the fabric straight down her center, just to give her a preview of what might happen. Mid makes a choked sound and squeezes her hands and eyes tighter, "Do you want me to continue?"

Mid nods her head but doesn't move. I keep touching her with my finger, slower and softer than I've ever touched anything in my entire life.

"Well, then… remember you gave me permission," I say and put more force into my touch. Now I can feel what I'm touching so I put more pressure to find her clit. It's not easy, but I know I've found it when Mid gasps and bites her tongue to keep from screaming. Her slender legs tremble a little and I'm so hard it would amaze the man of steel.

I try to think of her and her innocence at this moment to calm down and not take this way too far, but I can't help but forget my good intentions for a few moments and run both my hands across her äss, squeezing it hard to let my hands imprint there.

Mid lifts her hips further, giving me the opportunity to move the fabric of her panties and see for the first time live what she is hiding in her most private place.

Unfortunately I only get to see her p***y for two seconds because she moans and twitches. Which is a fücking injustice, but I'm actually liking this game of stubbornness more than anyone would think possible. More than I'd like to admit.

I move down her body, thinking I should be gentle with Mid and then I bite the inside of her thigh, making her moan loudly.

"Shh," I moan and spank her äss again, but softer now, only to leave her quiet again, "Don't scream, bite on this."

I give her another pillow and she puts it under her face. That calms me down and I can get back to the good stuff. This time I don't bother asking her, I just pull her panties all the way down, leaving her naked before me. Thank god, Mid bites the pillow and doesn't say anything to stop me.

I spread her legs to my liking once more to see what I'm working with and make use of my thumb to touch that pretty clit Mid likes so much. I touch it for a few seconds, putting more and more pressure, then I take a chance and dare to bring another finger to her entrance, almost choking on my own saliva when I feel her.

Warm, tight and wet. Just the way I like it.

'Just for me, she's wet just for me' my wolf growls in my head, once again confusing me with his appearance. My wolf has never been present at my sëxual interactions before, I don't understand his insistence now or why he is so possessive of Mid.

I can't enjoy much of that paradise, however, because Mid comes at that moment. Her legs tremble and she lets out a sound like her throat is being slit.

I don't stop touching her until she stops moving and her whole body relaxes as if someone has pulled the plug in her life.

"Everything okay?" I ask, when almost a minute has passed and she does nothing, "How about some reciprocation?"

Again nothing. My poor dïck is forgotten.

"Okay, I understand. But it goes straight on the to-do list," I murmur, and being the gentleman that I am, I pull her panties back up and even pull down her skirt, giving one last look at the red marks on her skin, "Today for you, tomorrow for me right?"

It'll be another day, it's okay. It's going to be all right. Giving is better than receiving...okay, that's not true. Giving is as good as receiving, so we should always do both.

Anyway, Mid is having a silent crisis so I have to forget my problem. However, my underwear is sticky with my repressed desire and it's not pleasant.

I get out of bed and grab some clean clothes, walking straight to the bathroom to change.

I could take matters into my own hands and end this with some old reliable manual labor, but the truth is, hope dies last and I'm not going to waste anything on myself when Mid is out there.

"Angel, you're worrying me," I whisper in her ear as I walk out, arranging all her thick hair just on one side again. It's been a while and she's still the same. Her face (what I can see of it) is red, not a normal shade at all and I think her freckles have multiplied by pi, "At least tell me if you liked it. Or if you hated it."

"Just leave me alone. I'm embarrassed," she says, but I almost don't understand why her voice is lost in the pillow, "I'm going to go home."

"No! Stay here," I ask her and lie on my stomach so I'm just like her, "You shouldn't be embarrassed. It's just me, you're here with me."

"I know, it's just..." she takes a breath and finally opens her eyes, "Can we pretend this didn't just happen?"

"Sure," I nod and stretch to take control, "And since you obviously didn't appreciate my favorite movie, we can watch something else."

The change of subject makes her smile a tiny bit. Her face is still red, and my erection still hurts, but as I've said before, I'm extremely good, so I manage to pretend everything is okay and manage to pay two minutes of attention to the historical documentary Midnight decided to watch before I fall sound asleep.

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The only good thing about sëxual frustration is that it makes me train extra hard, which stops people from thinking I'm a wimpy good-for-nothing. Not to mention that after my win, everyone has been looking at me with different eyes and that attention fills me with more energy.

"Well, looks like that's it for today," Lion says, breathing hard and wiping his sweat with a towel, but I'm still not tired so I keep showing off and hitting the bag, putting all my strength into making it dance, "Enough, save that for the competition."

"I don't need to save anything, I'm always at the same level of strength and athletic agility," I lie, as I hop on the tips of my toes, "By the way, I had a dream the other day where I was at the Olympics. Obviously I won and everyone got up and yelled my name... no, not my name, they yelled Gravy, maybe because stupid Bastian was yelling at me to wake up, I seriously think we should have a family meeting to ban that name, it reminds me of dark times. You know I don't like to remember my past as a prostitute."

"Don't be a drama queen, he calls you that because he still sees you a his little kid brother," he defends Bastian, as always licking his äss, "And you weren't a prostitute, as far as I know your mother never accepted any offers."

"Hmm, yes, she accepted several. And she promised me toys for entertaining her friends," I clarify, struggling to stop the nausea. Lion stands still, "But I would tell Bastian and he wouldn't let anything happen."

"Oh," he grimaces and shudders for a few seconds, "That's too much of talking about the past, I'll call Mid to start her training."

"I'll go," I stop him and jump out of the ring, almost falling straight face first to the floor and then run over to Mid. She's sitting in a chair in front of the weights, talking on the phone and shamelessly watching the alphas in front of her. I approach her very slowly and put my head close to her ear to whisper, "Hi, perv."