Chapter 2 2.Little Wolf

Ava's POV

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the tent and enhancing the features of the wolfman I woke up with, whom I had no clue of.

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

"I asked you a question," he demanded, a playful grin forming on his face as he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. It felt as if a python was holding me captive with no intention of letting me go.

"What's your name?" He repeated.

"I don't want to tell you," I said, my voice barely audible. "Please, let me go."

He did not release his hold, instead pulling me closer to him.

"Come now, little wolf." His voice was 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, sweetheart?"

I struggled futilely, clearly I was no match for his strength.

"My name is Ava," I blurted out in all the frustration, aware that I had just given him something that he could hold over me forever. He just smugly grinned at my answer, probably proud he was able to get it out of me.

"Little wolf, I'm delighted with you." His voice filled with genuine emotion and the glint his eyes as he stared at me; as if I was the most precious thing in the whole world.

"I want to take you away with me-make you my mate! You are going to be my princess, and we will live happily together, with beautiful cubs of ours."

I could not believe what I was hearing! "This is not what I want! Let me go!" I yelled, struggling with his grip, his steely eyes became sober, boring into mine as his grasp tightened.

"You're mine now." It took his low, velvety voice to remind me I was naked as its spastic vibration was felt throughout my whole body.

"You belong to me, and you always will. If you try to run, I'll find you. I'll never let you go." His threat sent a chill down my spine and that moment, I realised I was trapped. Really trapped, and this warewolf-whoever he was-wasn't going to let me go that easily. Even his strong grip was evident he wasn't at all ready for parting.

"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. Are you just going to leave me to with only the memories of those incredible moments we shared? Are you?"

"What do you want from me?" There, I said it. Who did the think he was telling me all these? "How can you act like I am the one in the wrong here? You took my virginity while I wasn't clear in the head, and now you are trying to guilt trap me into taking responsibility," I shot back, trying to wriggle myself out of his embrace in the process. "But I'm sorry, 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, dark commiseration flickering across his features, as though he couldn't believe I was being so shortsighted.

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

His words frightened me, yet I kept my resolve. I won't accept this. I'll free myself and leave as soon as possible.

"You gave your virginity to me," he snapped me out of my thoughts. "and now your fate is intertwined with mine. You are my mate now, whether you like it or not."

Finally, he loosened his embrace and suddenly I felt like I could breathe again.

"I can't do that. I won't do that," I said, more to myself than to him. "You need to find yourself another mate, someone who actually wants to be with you. I am not that person."

His frown deepened as soon as he realized how serious I was.

"Please I have to go," I begged, clumsily gathering the remains of my clothes on my way to leave.

Dauntingly, I turned around to face him again, looking away as soon as I met his irritated haze. " You don't seem to be from around here since you look completely unfamiliar."

"And I know all the wolfmen in the Blue River Clan," I added.

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."

When he doesn't say anything, I swallow and respond tentatively, "I have to go home, my dad will already be looking for me."

Just as I thought everything was understood and I was free to leave, the wolf grabs my arm once again 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?"

Panic begins to set in again ad realization hits me. He wasn't going to let me leave without answering all his questions. I was trapped! I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. I was going to answer all his questions and leave immediately.

"I'm nineteen years old," I state quietly, hoping that he'll be satisfied with my answer. To my relief, the wolf just releases his grip on my wrist, but continues to stare at me with a hungry look in his eyes. Strangely, I began to feel an eerie attraction towards him, one I have never felt before. His physique, his confidence, his dominant aura. They all seemef to appeal me. Suddenly, I find myself inexplicably drawn to him.

"I'm thirty seven." He told me, flatly.

A mix of shock and confusion washes over me. "Thirty-seven? You look so young; hardly a day over twenty-five. How could you be that old and still look so good?"

He stood up and walked towards me, not acknowledging my question. Though, I noticed his now partially erect dick swinging from side to side as he approached me. I felt my pussy get wet again. Just when I was about to leave.

"Please stay where you are," I begged him. "Don't come any closer."

However, my body said the opposite. I could not help but be appalled by him. His rugged good looks and intense gaze, the way his deep hazel eyes stared at me urged me to move forward, yet I held my stance as my mind wandereded to thoughts of my father.

"I can't imagine being with a man who's almost my dad's age." I said in a low voice. I wasn't sure if he heard me since he just as he grabbed me gently, wordlessly, as his penis wedged between my thighs and crotch. We had done enough talking for one meeting. I looked away, feeling a blush creep up my neck to my cheeks.

"Please stop, I don't even know your name."

He pulled back suddenly, I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me. How could a stranger make me feel so hot inside? Placing his hand on my chin, he lifted my face until my eyes met his. "My name is William."

I couldn't even register his name when his large hands reached out, grasping my hips possessively, pulling me closer to him. The proximity made me feel his hard chest and I fought the urge to feel them up. All that's happening right now isn't right.

"Oh, please stop. This is not right," I voice out my thoughts but they come out weaker than expected. It was also the same way I had tried to pull away from him. Weakly.

"Relax my little she-wolf, you do not have to fight this" was William's reply as 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 discarded it, revealing the creamy expanse of my skin and my lacy panties that barely concealed my dripping clit, his eyes became dark, demanding as it carefully devoured the sight before him.

"You are so beautiful, so innocent, so sweet, your breasts are like blooming petals of a rose flower in the morning," he continued as he lowered 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.

"This is not right, please stop, please stop." My resolve weakened. His tongue was so skillful, I threw my head back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Reluctantly, my fingers found its way to his soft long midnight black 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.

"Ah, ah please be gentle, I am still sore from last night," I said aloud this time as William pressed his body against mine, his throbbing dick straining against my wet cunt. I gasped as I felt William's throbbing penis slide into me, teasing my entrance every now and then before driving his thick shaft deep.

I let out a soft cry. With each thrust, we moved in perfect synchrony, a blend of pleasure and resistance. 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 barely think straight, not to speak of how to escape him before we started fucking again.

"This feels way too good to resist," I mumbled to myself, hoping he didn't hear me succumbing so soon.

"I need to get home to my father as quickly as possible," I said before finally leaving his intoxicating presence.

"Wait!" Before William can be able to stop me, I dashed out of the tent.

"Why do I feel so guilty that I left so suddenly?" I asked myself as I approached the path leading to my house.

As I neared the house, I couldn't help but wonder: "What had just happened?"