Layan was a wolf that many never knew how to take him. Some thought he was too cruel, others thought he was inconsiderate, others thought he was overbearing because of the place he held among all the packs, others thought he was a brave wolf, or an example to follow. But the truth was that very few had really seen who he was. Besides being afraid of him because of all the power he possessed and that he often showed off.
Deep down, and although many thought not, for him the people who were important to him came first. He could be kind when he wanted to be, very affectionate, cloying if he wanted to be, as well as cold, or even distant. He was someone with a very variable mood in reality, although with those he loved he tried to be as nice as possible. And if this person was the one he loved, he would even give his life and pamper them to the point of exhaustion. As he had planned to do with Priscilla.
After having treated her harshly in the beginning he had set out to be a gentleman with her now. To attend to her, to care for her, to love her, as she deserved. But that was out of the bedroom. Like any male with alpha genes, Layan was a wolf with a rather high lividity. And while he could be a gentleman even in bed, he had a tendency to be somewhat rough and especially liked rough, intense sex. Maybe once in a while he could do it slow, filled with kisses and beautiful words, but that was only to help sweeten his partner of the moment or to give her a break to get back to the rough routine. He could have several rounds without getting tired and that was one of the reasons he liked partners with a strong body able to take it.
And he knew Priscilla was the one. With the blood of all the alphas coursing through her veins, strength and power was the last thing she lacked.
He licked his lips as once inside the room and tossed Priscilla onto the only mattress they were on feeling a groan from her as she fell onto the soft surface on the floor. The image was beautiful. She was on her back, panting and looking at him a little confused, her spread legs gave him a view of what was there as the garment she was wearing barely covered her body.
Layan began to exude pheromones melding them with the she-wolf's filling the room with a dense cloud that made his partner moan and shudder on the bed. He loved that, watching her beg for him, it was something that turned him on to the point of driving him crazy, and he was already too turned on by her zeal. He still wondered how he was lucid and unfinished laying a finger on her.
He was so focused on his partner that he didn't notice that the room no longer had any furniture, only the mattress near the wall where two pairs of chains protruded and heavy shackles adorned the ends. There he would be tied up once he absorbed Liam once the bond was over, that was the plan he had to stick to. Illumination was only given by some small slits at the top and from a few strategically placed candles, though he didn't need them. He could see his partner perfectly.
And even though he was a beast when it came to sex, he was still aware that she was a she-wolf in her first heat, Priscilla was a virgin so he couldn't just jump on her and penetrate them until she had no head. He would, but more on that later. He didn't want her first experience to be so intense that she would reject him later. So he bit his lower lip and did a mental analysis to control himself and prayed that he wouldn't lose control and more for his wild side clawing inside him to be the one to take control and fuck her, but no. They could be one in the same, however, Priscilla was his, her virginity was his so he would be lucid when he entered inside her.
A moan of anguish reached his ears and he noticed that Priscilla pressed her thighs together with her legs bent and her eyes were hard shut, she looked like she was in pain, and he knew why.
He would not make her wait any longer. So first he brought his soaked hand to his lips and licked the fluids that were there tasting his she-wolf's nectar and of course, he imagined, it was much sweeter than before. His body trembled and his erection throbbed hard against his pants which were with a wet spot. Without much thought he ripped it off shredding the fabric in his wake. Now free his erection rose hard and throbbing against his abdomen. And he grinned showing his fangs.
He had never found himself so excited about having sex before and he knew he wouldn't need much stimulation to cum. Still, he had to prepare the she-wolf because he didn't know if he could be gentle enough.
With a flick of his hands he spread her thighs and reached between them letting his weight fall against her body. The mattress gave way under their weight, but Layan wouldn't let her protest. He gripped her lips between his as he settled his hips against hers letting her feel how hard and hot his cock was. And he felt her shudder. Delicious.
Layan's kisses were energetic and deep, burying his tongue in his partner's warm cavity rolling it around with hers with a wet sound. As he swept from her gums, the sky of her mouth, to again return to his tongue and draw it into his own mouth where he sucked and scraped with his teeth. Priscilla's fingers with her unsheathed nails buried themselves in the skin of the wolf's back that tortured her mouth.
Layan was not aware of the pain or the marks. He was more focused on the soft thingy he was devouring in his mouth and feeling the she-wolf's moans against him. The saliva was barely contained in the she-wolf's mouth. The alpha's tongue was leaving no place unrubbed to the point that it felt so deep that her throat constricted. She had never been kissed by him like that. His fangs at the same time nibbled at her lips and soon Priscilla was almost sobbing from the torturous stimulation.
Only then did Layan pull away a little leaving a thick trickle of saliva still binding them together. Priscilla couldn't close her mouth, gasping for air. Her own saliva was spilling from the corner of her lips, her face was deathly red and those eyes, god, they looked at him totally silvery, but still searching for arousal.
The she-wolf felt her entire tongue sensitive and tingling after so much stimulation to which she was not adapted. It was as if her wolf wanted to devour her completely. And they had barely begun. She stirred restlessly, it wasn't just her tongue, her whole body was throbbing and she raised her hips a little to rub herself even more against that hard rod that only rubbed, but did nothing else. She moaned in frustration.
Layan smirked running his tongue over his lips and then over hers moderately cleaning up the mess of saliva and tasting hers. He loved making her beg. God, this was more fun than he thought.
What the hell was going through his head earlier to refuse to fuck this she-wolf and make her his?
Well, anything stupid.
-Hold on love, we've only just begun,- he said against her cheek then kissed her and then bit the tip of her nose. He laughed as he received a grimace from her, -I'll make you feel good before I wrap you up in madness and you're screaming all night.
And with a wolfish grin he moved down her neck licking and scraping with his fangs. Leaving a noticeable trail of hickeys that would change colors before disappearing completely. And when they did he would make them again. He liked Priscilla's body marked by him, so everyone knew she was his, that she belonged to him.
As he moved down her collarbone Layan moved one hand down to the inside of Priscilla's thighs searching for that area that throbbed and hell when he touched. It was hotter and wetter than before. She heard herself moan in pleasure from just the touch. He couldn't imagine when he was inside her. His member throbbed just thinking about it.
And he buried his fingers between the swollen lips probing up and down all over the area finding that tight, virgin hole where his fingers could barely fit from how tight it was. That first time was going to hurt even if she was in heat. He could feel her hips quivering and her pheromones like crazy calling him, but he still had to be careful, the least he wanted to do was hurt her.