Look Inside
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Look Inside"Do you think there's something wrong with me?" she whispers in the dark.
He startles. He had been close to falling asleep when her soft voice woke him. "Baby?" he asks without thinking and tenses.
She doesn't seem to mind, nuzzling up to him with a happy little sound. She's turns around some time when he was drowsing so that she's pressing her breasts to his chest, blinking up at him, the perfect picture of innocence. Surely she's doing this on purpose. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?" she clarifies.
"There's nothing wrong with you," he says automatically, arms tightening around her torso without thinking. It presses her even closer and he regrets doing it, immediately loosening his hold on her.
"There must be," she insists.
"What makes you think there's something wrong with you, baby?" he asks.
"Nobody wants to have s*x with me," she says.
He sees red. He swears under his breath and shuts his eyes for a moment, trying to push away the thoughts of her and s*x with someone else. "That can't be true," he says.
"It is," she sighs, like she's resigned herself to never having s*x with anyone. "They have these parties in uni where everyone just sorts of have s*x with everyone and I'm never invited."
Because he would kill anyone who thinks they could touch her without taking full responsibility. She sounds just a little bit disappointed and he tries to think about it from her perspective. "What about Sam?" he asks and flinches when her scent sours with disappointment.
"I never really clicked with him," she says. "He didn't make me feel safe. Not like you," she adds that last bit softly. Then, like a lightbulb going off in her brain, she asks, "Would you have s*x with me?"
He feels as though all the blood in his body has gone to his c**k. His wolf howls with joy. Yes, yes, yes. Mate. Claim. He chokes those back. "That's not- You can't ask that, darling," he says. He shouldn't have let her sleep in his bed the past few days. And he had been doing such a good job raising her prior to this too. He must have f****d up at some point, done something wrong to make her ask something so perverse.
"Why not?" she asks, looking completely innocent, clearly expecting him to answer.
"It's not- It's not something you do with family. Surely you know that," he says. She's studying to be a doctor. She's the top of her year. There is no way she doesn't know.
"You're not related to me by blood," she says softly, eyes wide, hopeful. "I'm adopted, Will," she reasons like he's the one being unreasonable.
A better man would tell her that it doesn't matter if they're related by blood. He practically raised her and he's in a position of power. He would be taking advantage of her.
"You've taught me everything else I know. Why not this?" she persists.
"This is different," he says.
"Please," she leans up until her breath fans his chin. She looks so perfect like this, offering herself up to him like some sort of virgin sacrifice- exactly like a virgin sacrifice.
He presses her back, hating himself.
He doesn't expect her to surge forward, refusing to be pushed aside so easily. He doesn't expect her to throw herself on him, pinning him down with the weight of her body, legs straddling his hips, the shirt she's wearing hiking up to her waist and showing him what he has been suspecting for the past several days. She's wearing nothing underneath.
His hands grasp her hips almost instinctively, worried that she would fall of he lets go. They used to play like this, when she was much, much younger. There's nothing innocent about the way she's leaning against his c**k, her opening wet with arousal even though he hasn't done anything at all.
The shirt stretches around her breasts and he can see through the thin material that her n*****s are pebbled and pink, just begging to be kisses, sucked, and fondled. His c**k twitches, growing harder still.
Her eyes glitter with unshed tears, mouth pursed in a lovely pout that he longs to kiss away. "Please," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to his. It's not like her usual kisses. She doesn't pull away, kissing him on the mouth, pushing past the fold of his lips and trying to lick inwards. It's wet and slick and she whines when she doesn't get her way straight away.
He really has spoiled her, giving her everything she wants. He knows he should put his foot down and deny her this. It is not proper- it will never be accepted in the eyes of society. She deserves someone better, someone who can take care of her and provide her a peaceful, happy life.
This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. A young woman experiences her first time with an Alpha Werewolf. It contains pseudo-i****t (not related), taboo, domination and submission, size-difference (large males, petite female), and knotting.
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