2.Little Wolf

Ava's POV

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the forest canopy.

The air was chill and fresh, and the world seemed to come alive with the sounds of nature. I felt a sense of calm and peace wash over me as I woke up but the feeling soon switched to anxiety as I felt the stings from my sore pussy.

"Little wolf, what's your name?" His words pierced my heart as I tried desperately to extract myself from his arms.

I did not want to be there, trapped in his tent with him holding me, not after last night. I did not want my name, my identity, anything about me to be associated with him.

What had happened between us last night was an accident, something I wanted to keep a secret, to forget and move on from.

But he held me tighter, his arms wrapping around my body like a python. He wouldn't let go, instead nuzzling his face against mine and breathing in my scent.

"I asked you a question," he said, a playful grin on his face.

"What's your name?"

"I don't want to tell you," I said, her voice barely audible.

"Please, let me go." He did not release his hold, instead pulling me closer to him.

"Come now, little wolf," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"I want to know everything about you, and your name is the first step. Do you really want to keep me in the dark?" I struggled, but I was no match for his strength.

I knew I could not win this battle, so I reluctantly said my name,

"My name is Ava," aware that I had just given him something that he could hold over me forever.

Feeling trapped in his embrace, a sense of fear washed over me. I had never felt this way before, and I didn't know how to deal with it.

I didn't want to be his mate, I didn't want to go away with him, I just wanted to escape. But he did not seem to notice my fear.

He was still grinning at me, looking at me as though I was the most precious thing in the world.

"Little wolf, I'm delighted with you," he said, his voice filled with genuine emotion.

"I want to take you away with me, make you my mate. You are going to be my princess, and we will live happily ever after with beautiful cubs of ours." I could not believe what I was hearing.

This was not what I wanted, but how could I tell him no? How could I escape without angering him? As I struggled with my thoughts, his eyes became harder, and his grip on me tightened.

"You're mine now," he said, his voice low and vibrating through my naked body.

"You belong to me, and you always will. If you try to run, I'll find you. I'll never let you go." I felt a chill run down my spine as I realised that I was truly trapped. He was stronger than me, and he had a hold on me that I couldn't break free from.

I knew that I had to find a way to escape, but I didn't know how. As we sat there, the tension was palpable. My heart raced as I tried to find the right words to say, knowing that my future was now in the hands of this arrogant wolf.

He looked at me with an intense, resentful look, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness.

"You are just going to turn me down like that?" he said, his voice laced with frustration.

"After what happened last night, you are just going to walk away and leave me to deal with the pieces of incredible moments we shared on my own?" I was stunned. How could he act like I was the one in the wrong here? He had taken my virginity without my permission, and now he was trying to guilt me into taking responsibility. I had to stand my ground.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"But I can't be with you. I have a life, a family, and a promise to keep. I can't just leave all that behind for you." He looked at me with pity in his eyes, as though he couldn't believe I was being so shortsighted.

"Don't you see, little wolf? You don't have a choice anymore," he said.

"You gave your virginity to me, and now your fate is intertwined with mine. You are my mate now." He loosened his embrace, what a relief. He sat there like a marvelous piece of art. I got a glimpse of his penis.

Even in its soft state, it was big as hell. I wondered how that thing was able to fit in me erect. I snapped out of my thoughts and shook my head, feeling a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"I can't do that. I won't do that," I said firmly.

"You need to find yourself another mate, someone who actually wants to be with you. I am not that person." His expression hardened as he realized that I was serious.

As I gathered my belongings and prepare to leave, the wolf's intense stare makes me extremely uncomfortable. He has a feral appearance and bulging muscles, and

I can't help but feel slightly threatened and shy in his presence. I start to wonder if he's even part of the Blue River Clan at all, since I know all the wolfmen in the Clan and he looks completely unfamiliar.

To break the tension, I start to put on my coat and turn towards him with a small smile.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to go now," I say, trying to sound confident.

"I have to go home, my dad will already be looking for me." But before I can leave, the wolf grabs my arm and pulls me closer, his grip firm around my wrist.

"Wait a minute," he said, his voice low and deep.

"What's your age, little one?" I feel a rush  as I realize that he's not going to let me leave without answering his question. I take a deep breath and try to stay calm.

"I'm nineteen years old," I say quietly, hoping that he'll be satisfied with my answer. The wolf releases his grip on my wrist, but he continues to stare at me with a hungry look in his eyes. I start to feel a strange attraction towards him. His physique, his confidence, and his dominant presence all seem to appeal to me, and I find myself drawn to him.

As he revealed his age, I feel a mix of shock and confusion. Thirty-seven years old? He looks so young, hardly a day over twenty-five. How could he be that old? And yet, there's no denying his powerful physique and the confident, almost arrogant expression that crosses his  face.

He stood up and walked to me, his now partially erect dick swinging from side to side as he approached me. I felt my pussy get wet again, "please stay where you are." I begged him. I can't help but be intrigued by him. His rugged good looks and intense gaze seem to draw me in, even as my mind wanders to thoughts of my own father.

I can't imagine being with a man who's almost his age. He grabbed me gently, his penis wedged between my thighs and crotch. We had done enough talking for one meeting. I looked away shyly with a blush.

"Please stop, I don't even know your name." He pulled back a bit, adjusting my head until my gaze met his.

"My name is William," my body flushed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, stood there stunned, my slender frame bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sunlight filtering through the fabric.

My eyes locked with William's, who stood before me, his gaze filled with a primal hunger that mirrored my own. His every step resonated with a predatory confidence.

His large hands reached out, grasping my hips possessively, pulling me closer to him. The tension between us was palpable, electrifying the air with raw sensuality. Our bodies came together, fitting like two puzzle pieces yearning to be connected.

William's lips crashed upon mine again, a fierce and demanding kiss that ignited a fire deep within me. Our tongues danced in a sensual tango, exploring the depths of our mouths, devouring one another with a hunger that knew no bounds.

As our lips parted, a thin trail of saliva glistened between them, a tangible evidence of our shared passion. With a swift motion, his hands traveled upwards, caressing the my supple breasts through the fabric of my gown.

He teased and squeezed, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from my parted lips. My body arched into his touch, craving more of his intoxicating contact. His nimble fingers skillfully lifted up my gown and pulling it over my head and away from us, revealing the creamy expanse of my skin and my lacy panties that barely concealed my erect clit, his eyes devoured the sight before him.

He reveled in the sight of my large pointy breasts, their rosy peaks standing erect with desire. Lowering his head, he captured one of my hardened nipples between his lips, sucking and nipping at it with a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

My fingers threaded through his soft long hair, guiding him lower, yearning for his touch to descend further. He obliged, his hands deftly sliding down my body. Positioning me against the tent wall,

William pressed his body against mine, his throbbing dick straining against my wet cunt. I gasped as I felt William's throbbing penis enter into me, teasing my entrance every now and then before driving his thick shaft deep into me.

With each thrust, we moved in perfect synchrony, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

The tent seemed to shrink around us, our bodies filling the space with our impassioned cries and the intoxicating scent of sex. As our climax approached, time seemed to stand still. My body tensed, my muscles constricting around William's pulsating penis.

Together, we reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing over us, our cries of release mingling in the air. I could only think about how to escape from him before we started fucking again, "this feels too good to resist." I thought to myself.

I needed to get home to my father as quickly as possible and hope that none of the other wolves had seen me leaving.

With every step away from that tent, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders; I was free from the prison William had placed me in. But as I ran, I couldn't help but feel a small sense of guilt for leaving the way I did. It was only after I had left the clearing and found my way back to the path that led home that I finally allowed myself to breathe deeply and slow down. The morning was cold and silent as I continued walking home.