The Lone Wolf's Lycan Princess

Fire

Erin POV

River seemed to know exactly how to make me comfortable. The aroma of burning wood from the fireplace filled the room, adding a cozy ambiance to the night.

As we stayed up late talking, the occasional sound of my fingers typing on the tablet mixed with his deep voice resonating in the air. The warmth of the room enveloped us, making me feel safe and at ease. In this short time, I had learned so much about him, and a sense of empathy washed over me. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, as he had been rejected by his family and others like him.

With every story he shared from his solitary upbringing, I could feel his pain and isolation. He confessed his hatred for humans, yet he chose to live near them to escape his own kind. His secluded property, nestled close enough to human civilization to deter wolves, provided him a semblance of safety. He revealed that there were others like him who lived among humans, but for the most part, he remained hidden.

River had a knack for labor jobs, his strength making them easy for him. However, his true passion lay in writing and storytelling. His journals were filled with his imaginative creations, and he eventually mustered the courage to submit one of his stories. To protect himself from prying wolves, he adopted a fake identity. His talent and perseverance paid off, as his books became a success, affording him the life he has now.

Despite his gentle demeanor towards me, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him. His appearance, even in the meeting at the publishing firm, exuded a sense of rebellion. He dressed in a way that reflected his true self, rather than conforming to societal expectations. His confidence and self-assuredness reminded me of my past self, someone who always stayed true to their own desires, regardless of others' opinions.

In that moment, as I sat against him on the couch, a strange warmth began to spread through me again. I couldn't resist the urge to move my hand against his, as if his skin held the cure to all my troubles. Shifting myself onto his lap, I gazed into his eyes, and his voice took on a husky undertone. “Your heat is back, little wolf," he said.

His hands, now beneath the hoodie he had given me, made contact with my bare skin.

He didn't stop there. He continued pushing the fabric upward, the smooth material sliding against my skin. With one swift motion, he pulled it over my head, exposing my top half to him. I could feel the cool air on my bare flesh as he supported me with one arm, effortlessly lifting me as if I weighed nothing. The silence in the room was deafening as he carried me, the only sound being the thumping of his own heart, which seemed to echo in my ears.

He gently placed me on his bed, his fingers grazing the shorts I had on before he slid them off my body, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to him. His eyes, an intense shade of amber, seemed to glow in the dimly lit room as they scanned over me. "Beautiful and mine," he finally spoke, his words igniting a fire within me. I couldn't help but squirm a little on the bed, longing to belong to this man, or rather, this wolf.

His hands and lips explored my body, each touch driving me wild. Despite his desire, he made sure not to be too rough, his occasional tremble betraying his restraint. I felt his grip on me, possessive yet comforting, as if I truly belonged to him. His mouth moved over my breasts, his tongue and lips igniting sensations that sent waves of pleasure through me.

As he kissed me passionately, I found myself lifting my body, craving to feel his against mine. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he broke the kiss. "Don't worry, little wolf. I will ease that heat, but first, I must make sure you're ready," he whispered. The word "ready" confused me, but before I could question further, he moved away from me, standing up and removing the shirt he had on. My eyes were drawn to his sculpted body, every muscle defined and chiseled. The sight was mesmerizing, as if my gaze was glued to him.

He reached for his pants, and my heart raced with anticipation. He was naked when he transformed into a wolf, but I had averted my eyes. Now, there was no escaping the sight before me. He undid his pants, slowly sliding them off along with his boxers, revealing his arousal. It was hard and large, almost intimidating. Nerves began to creep in, and I couldn't help but swallow audibly.

He bent down, his lips finding mine again, and this time, he separated my legs, his kisses trailing up my thighs. The sensations were overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension as I wondered how something so big could possibly fit inside me.

I jolted in surprise as a tingling sensation ran through my body when I felt his warm tongue slide against me. Clasping onto the soft bed sheets, I could feel my heart race as his mouth drove me wild. I was overcome with anticipation and desire, my body becoming drenched with arousal. He continued to explore me, eliciting sensations I had never experienced before. Soft growls escaped his lips, heightening the intensity of the moment.

As he moved back up my body, his lips met mine once again. Impatience surged through me, overpowering any worries in my mind. I longed for more. "I just need to make sure you are ready, little wolf. I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. He skillfully used his fingers to prepare me, kissing me passionately as he pushed them into my body. But this time, it wasn't enough. I craved more.

Watching him intently, he tore open a condom with his teeth and smoothly glided it onto himself. Positioning himself at my entrance, he teased me, sliding his arousal against me before slowly pushing in a small amount. My entire body tensed with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. "Relax, little one," he whispered, his lips meeting mine once more. With a steady rhythm, he withdrew and thrust back in, deeper this time.

"I'm sorry, Erin. You're really tight, little wolf," he apologized. "Just one more time, and then I'll be all the way in." He continued to thrust into me. I felt so full, a strange and unfamiliar sensation. He held my body tightly against his, allowing me to adjust to the new feeling. Then, he began to move slowly inside me, the pain fading away and being replaced by an indescribable pleasure.

The heat in my body intensified, like a wild inferno, as his touch deepened the connection between us. Our bodies moved in sync, his hands pinning mine to the bed. The hypnotizing rhythm of his movements took me to new heights of pleasure. He went deeper than I thought possible, and my body stretched to accommodate his massive size. With each thrust, he found just the right spot inside me, causing bursts of colors to flash before my eyes. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I experienced what I can only assume was an orgasm, followed by his own release.

I felt a slight improvement, but the raging inferno inside me still burned. He pulled away from me and whispered, "Are you okay?" His warm breath brushed against my skin as I nodded in response.

His hands gently guided me onto my side, and after a few moments, he whispered again, "Erin, do you take birth control?" I nodded once more, having been cautious for years. "Good," he said, positioning himself behind me. I was surprised to feel his hardness pressing against me, wondering if that was normal right after we had s*x.

He guided my leg against his, and before I could process anything, he thrust into me once more. This time, it felt different, but it didn't hurt. "You feel amazing, little wolf," he growled. "Perfect. Beyond perfection," he continued, holding onto my body possessively. He moved in a pleasurable rhythm, and I realized that after tonight, we were no longer strangers.

The fire inside me finally subsided, leaving only the incredible pleasure coursing through my body. I'm pretty sure we climaxed at the same time as he continued to hold onto me.

"Your home is with me now. You don't need to keep that job of yours. I'll take care of you," he assured me. "Just don't run from me again, Erin. I'm not the bad guy who wants to mess with you or hurt you. But you need to know, I can't let go of what's mine. Not when I've been searching for so long. So if you run, I will find you and bring you home. Always."

His possessiveness was evident, but I understood that he only wanted to keep me safe. I now understood the depth of his feelings through our connection. I was the only one for him, and leaving him would leave him alone in this world. He needed me as much as I needed him.

As he finally moved away for a moment and stood up, a sense of emptiness washed over me. The room felt quiet, the only sound being his footsteps as he walked away from the bed, leaving me alone. I felt a little awkward in situations like this, unsure if I should stay or go.

I sat up, my body feeling a little sore, a reminder of our intimate encounter. I gingerly swung my legs over the edge of the bed and got up, when he emerged from the bathroom, holding a warm washcloth. "Already running?" he asked, a hint of concern in his eyes. He walked over to me, pulling me into his arms, his touch grazing against my naked flesh. "If you're alright, Erin, I would like for you to stay here with me from now on. Let's get you back in bed. You need rest."

Before I could protest, he effortlessly lifted me and placed me back on his bed. He then retrieved the washcloth, gently parting my legs. Confusion filled my gaze as I looked at him, but he simply said, "This will feel good," as he delicately cleansed away any remnants of our shared intimacy. As he removed the cloth, I noticed a faint trace of blood on it. Was that normal? He seemed to sense my surprise. "It was your first time, Erin. So, some blood can be expected, from what I've read. You may also feel a little sore for a day. Rest now, and the next time won't be painful."

His words lingered in the air, my mind processing what he said. Did he mean there would be a next time? Did it feel good for him too? He climbed back into bed, carefully repositioning me against him, our bodies still completely exposed. "Sleep now, little wolf. You need the rest," he whispered, his voice soothing and comforting.

Despite the oddity of it all, a sense of safety enveloped me in his embrace. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep, finding solace in his presence.