The Lone Wolf's Lycan Princess

Bond

River POV

"Control yourself," I said to myself. It had been my idea, my desire to be here, but obtaining her permission had been a significant milestone. No matter how strong my longing was to lose myself in her, I needed to focus on the present moment and appreciate the fact that she was allowing us to share a shower.

Her nervousness was palpable, a subtle tension emanating from her every move. This level of intimacy was new to her, hindered by past anxieties that had prevented her from fully experiencing adult relationships. Despite already having claimed her body, her lycan instincts urged her to connect. Yet, there was more driving her now - her own desire to forge a meaningful connection.

When she entered my home gym earlier, I had caught a whiff of her arousal, igniting a wildfire within my own body. Hoping that showering together would help quell these overwhelming sensations, I had suggested it. But, to my dismay, being so close to her only intensified my desire. She was a vision of perfection, surpassing all expectations.

As we stood beneath the cascading water, Erin appeared momentarily frozen, needing time to adjust to this new level of vulnerability with me. Understanding her hesitancy, I gingerly placed my hands on her sides, gauging her comfort with my touch. "I'm going to wash you, is that okay?" I asked, seeking her permission. She nodded, granting me access.

Reaching for a bottle of soap, I poured its fragrant contents into my hands. The warm, soothing aroma filled the steamy air as I lathered the soap, creating a gentle, silky texture.

I started by gently working the soap into her back, my hands massaging her body with care. She adjusted to my touch, allowing me to move my hands to the front. Slowly, I slid my hand against her chest, feeling the softness of her breasts and teasing her n*****s. I made sure she was comfortable, monitoring her reactions closely. Instead of trembling, she leaned against me, silently encouraging me to continue.

As I washed her intimately, time seemed to slow down. I focused on every curve and contour of her body, committing them to memory. Only after thoroughly attending to her did I proceed to wash my own body.

Determined to maintain openness with her, I voiced my desires. I hoped that by expressing my feelings and wants, it would put her at ease. Leaning in close, my voice a gentle rumble, I told her, "I'm going to tell you what I want, Erin. But it's up to you if we continue. I want to feel you, to experience how wet and tight you are for me at this very moment. Then, I want to explore every inch of your body with my mouth, taking my time to savor and memorize each part. And then, I want to taste you, to make you dripping wet and ready for me to once again stretch and fill you. I want to claim you, Erin, to show you the depths of my desire and adoration for you."

Whispering these words against her ear, the steam-filled shower was now heavy with her arousal. I awaited her response, my voice hanging in the air, "So, Erin, can I have you? Will you allow me to do what I want?"

Erin nodded her head in response, driving me wild. I did not expect her to say yes. I moved one arm across her chest, holding her against me as I slid my other hand down her body, brushing my fingers against her moist entrance.

"Remember what I told you before, Erin. If ever you want me to stop, simply hit or pinch me, and I will. But if you don't, I will take it as you want me to continue," I said to her, my voice filled with desire. I pressed my fingers against her entrance and then pushed them in, feeling her body react to my touch. She was tight, but I knew it would take a few more times with me before she fully adjusted.

I had also taken it easy on her when I claimed her during her heat, but this time I would not go as gentle. However, I would still make sure that all my actions were only causing her pleasure. I never wanted her to experience fear or pain from me.

As I moved my fingers in and out of her, she leaned more into me, her body pressing perfectly against my arousal. I couldn't help but growl from the sheer pleasure of her touch. I inhaled her intoxicating scent, my lips hovering close to her neck. I wanted to mark her, to fully claim her as mine, but I held myself back for now.

After several minutes of pleasuring her body with my fingers, I shut the water off and dried her just enough to bring her to my bed. Her eyes stayed glued to mine. Over the past few days, I had slowly started to see trust in her gaze, but right now, they flickered with full trust in me. A trust I refused to ever break.

"You're becoming braver," I said to her, my voice filled with admiration. Her hand reached for my face, and I welcomed her touch. I wanted to wait one more day and let the wolfsbane start to subside from her body. Then, I planned on revealing the truth of who she was to her. I knew I had to do it in a manner that would not cause panic, yet I refused to ever withhold any truth from her. She had every right to know.

Her hand moved from my face to my chest, her fingers tracing over the muscles and contours of my body. She was getting more comfortable, and her touch was the only one I would ever allow on my body. Her touch, I welcomed.

I wanted her to explore me, and as her hand moved, I could see the anticipation in her eyes. Her fingers brushed against my throbbing arousal, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Her touch was unexpectedly bold, but it made me happy. She traced her fingers gently over my skin, circling the tip, taking her time to learn how I felt. A growl of pleasure escaped me, as I tried to convey just how good her touch, especially in that particular spot, made me feel. Her face flushed slightly, but she continued, her own arousal growing stronger.

Finally, she removed her hand and moved it up her own body, watching her touch herself stirred me up even more. And then, finally, her hand stopped on the spot I had told her I would mark her. She brushed her fingers over it, keeping her eyes locked on me. Then, she sat up a little, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer to her marking spot.

The heat radiating from her body called out to me, and Max, was going absolutely wild. Was this her way of telling me to mark her? My heart thundered in anticipation as I murmured her name, "ERIN," before my lips met her skin, trailing kisses around the spot.

"Do you want me to mark you?" I asked. The moment her head nodded, I'm pretty sure my heart exploded, and Max's howl rang in my head, a symphony of pure joy. "I swear, Erin, I will always stand by you and protect you," I said as I felt my canines elongating. My mouth met hers in a heated kiss before I traveled back to her neck. Gently, I pulled her up against me, holding her body close to mine, and then I bit into her, marking her as mine, forever.

Her body tensed for a moment, but then I felt it. Our mate bond completed. Her emotions rushed through me like a wild storm, amplifying everything. But what I also felt was her desire for me, her comfort with this connection, and that meant absolutely everything. For she was the first. The first to accept me, to want me.

I could sense that she felt it too, the intensity of my love for her radiating in the air. Even before meeting her, I cherished her deeply, treasuring every moment. She understood my struggles, the ones I kept hidden. She knew my fear of losing what I held dear, my fear of rejection. I needed to keep her close, to protect what was mine.

As I gently removed my teeth from my mark, my tongue glided over it, aiding its healing. But my focus was on pleasuring her, craving that connection above all else. She had no idea the gift she had given me today.

With wild abandon, my lips met her body, igniting a frenzy of desire. Each touch, each caress caused her to arch closer to me, her nails digging into the bedsheets. She was absolutely stunning, a goddess. Her breasts were perfect, as if they were made for me to hold, to massage, to play with. They were perfectly proportioned, perky, and ready for my attention. I could spend an entire night exploring them.

But I could feel her impatience, her body moving with urgency, her eyes conveying her desires. She wanted me, she wanted to feel me inside her. However, I wanted to ensure she was ready. I wanted to show her what it meant to be with a werewolf, an Alpha. I wanted to push her limits, but also make sure she enjoyed every moment, without any panic.

As I worked my way down her body, I bent her legs and pulled her closer to me. The sudden movement startled her, but excitement coursed through her. My tongue trailed down her leg, savoring the taste of her skin. I focused on pleasuring her most sensitive area, reveling in the wetness that signaled her arousal. I was determined to make her go as wild as I was at that moment.

I then pulled her legs up against me, feeling the warmth of her body as I positioned myself, teasing her entrance before thrusting into her. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and desire that consumed us both.

As I moved my body against hers, I could see the ecstasy in her eyes, silently conveying her pleasure. Her movements intensified, urging me on. I could feel every sensation she felt. Her orgasm washed over me, coating me in her wetness, driving me into a frenzy.

I moved harder and faster, my hands pressing against her body, until I reached my climax and exploded inside her. As I withdrew, I noticed the evidence of her arousal, a perfect indication that I was far from done with her. I pulled her into my arms, gripping her ass, savoring the sensation. Our lips met passionately as I guided her legs around me, and once again, I filled her.

Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, losing ourselves to each other for hours. I could have gone on, but I wanted to slowly ease Erin into our connection, ensuring her comfort and pleasure.

Erin drifted off to sleep finally, her gentle breathing filling the room as I quietly got cleaned up and went to prepare some food. As I cooked, a wave of panic washed over me, tightening my chest.

I hurried back to the bedroom, where Erin was tossing and turning in her sleep. I climbed into bed and held her close against my body, reassuring her, "It's okay, Erin. I'm here with you. No matter what bad dream you're having, remember that you're not alone anymore. I'll always keep you safe."

Her movements intensified, her heart racing, so I soothed her by gently stroking her skin. Suddenly, she cried out my name, "River," catching me off guard. Her voice, so beautiful, had returned.

Holding her even tighter, I whispered, "I'm here." She gradually calmed down, letting out a small moan as her body relaxed but then jolted.

Now awake, she realized she had spoken. "M-m-my voice," she stammered softly. It was weak but undeniably beautiful. It seemed that my mark had set her free, or at least started the process. Hopefully, it would also help ease her panic. However, this milestone also meant that her first shift was approaching, potentially putting her in danger. It was time to tell her the truth. I had to sit her down and open up about what I had learned.