Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 39

Nothing has changed in the five days since I was last buried in her, but everything feels heavier, more ominous. Brinley’s safety rests in my hands. Five days ago, the only person I was trying to save her from was me, from my world. Her black hair is wild and everywhere, her cheeks are flushed, nipples pebbled, that perfect fucking cunt glistening. Mine for the taking.

The fire she doesn’t know how to use yet creeps into her blue eyes, the embers burning. I want to stoke those embers within her, bring out her fire. Something about her being such a good girl makes me want to dig deep inside her soul and pull out every dark and depraved desire I can find.

“I don’t care… how you take me. I just want you… I want it all,” she says in the most honest little whimper, and her submission affects me in the most visceral way without even trying.

Brinley yelps as I lift her supple body up and toss her easily over my shoulder. She’s about to learn what it means to have that little smirk fucked right off her face.

I hit the switch to turn on my bedroom lamp as I make my way through the door. My boots are heavy on the wood floor. I flip Brinley back over and set her down on my bed. Her full tits bounce as she lands back against my duvet and her raven hair fans out behind her, framing her like some dark goddess. I watch her hungrily as her chest heaves. I lose the rest of my clothes in record time and stalk toward her, stroking my cock in slow purposeful drags as I move towards the bed. Little trickles of blood slide down my arms and she licks her lips as she watches. I’m beyond fucking hard. I swipe the pre-cum that leaks from the tip for her and she looks up at me, desperate, still always a little afraid.

I climb on top of her, sweeping her hair from her face before my arms cage her in and I hover over her for a beat, blood drips from one of my shoulders onto her and I use a finger to swipe it across her neck. Another drop, another swipe.

Fuck. This small amount of my blood on her skin makes me want to slice myself open so I can bathe her in it. Claim her in it.

The look in her eyes is pure terror now as she realizes I like the look of my blood on her.

“Scared?” I ask her

“Always.”

I grin as I notch my cock against her slick center.

“Good, your sweet pussy is a desperate little slut for the fear I offer.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m digging my hands into the curvy sides of her outer thighs. I drag her down below me further, lift her leg up and thrust inside her.

Her body spasms as I pull out and fuck back into her deeper.

“Fuck,” we both groan, almost in unison. It’s only been a week, but she feels brand new.

There’s no stopping the rhythm I need to satiate myself with her now.

It’s brutal. It triggers the primal part of me, and I fuck Brinley like she’s the air I need to breathe, like I worship the very ground she walks on.

I fuck her like I won’t survive if I stop.

“You’ve fucking ruined me, Brinley,” I growl as she clings to me, her breaths come in short pants.

I’m filling her completely.

“So full,” she moans as I bite her neck, her breasts, her earlobe, anywhere my teeth can find. The more I bite, the more she moans, and the more her pussy tightens.

I lay my claim to her. My statement that she’s mine, and she’ll have the marks on her skin to prove it.

“Deeper,” she moans. “More.”

I lose myself with every thrust. The droplets of blood have grown as she digs into me deeper and the way she looks right now is too much.

“Beg me, Brinley,” I tell her. “Beg me to feed this pussy.”

“Please,” she whines without hesitation.

“Attagirl,” I growl. “You take my cock so fucking well,” I tell her, so pleased.

“Say more,” she whispers shyly.

My beast thrives.

I grip her hair and angle her chin up so I can take her earlobe into my mouth. My cock throbs with her black tresses pressing against my arms.

The fire in her eyes burns hotter and shows me that she’s not only up to the task of offering me what I need. She thrives on it just as much as I do.

“Use me, Gabriel. Fill me up,” she breathes out in a moan.

“You want me to fuck you hard. You need me the way I need you; and you don’t know why any more than I do,” I tell her.

I feel her hesitation to use words she isn’t used to, but I want it and I’m not stopping until she gives it to me.

“Ask me, wicked girl, ask me to fuck you the way you need.”

Brinley moans and squeezes her legs around me. “Please,” she whimpers. “Fuck me,” she adds so quietly and so politely, I can’t take it.

I’m hers.

I groan, chasing my own high as I pulse inside her.

I move down to lick my own fresh droplets of blood from her chest, then move back up to her lips kissing her deeply, mixing the taste of us and my blood together.

It’s a kind of high no drug could offer.

I’m fucking flying.

My hand slides to her throat as I kiss her, using it as leverage to fuck her harder. My balls tighten and churn as my release licks up my spine, my hips, centering so slowly I can hardly bear it.

“It’s too much… I’m going to…” she cries.

“I know,” I tell her. “I can feel your pussy begging me to paint your insides white, take me with you. Take all of me.”

“Force me to… God, please force me to… I like it.” She ends her words in a whisper as she lifts her lips up to mine.

“That’s right, I am your god,” I tell her.

“You are,” she whispers.

Brinley’s taunting words, the way she looks with my blood on her skin pushes me over the edge and fucking Christ, I’m coming, and I don’t stop, gripping her throat and holding her tight, spilling into her just as she comes all over my cock. She squeezes me so tightly; I feel every single drop leave my body and enter hers. Right where it belongs.

Every single fucking day… I will live inside this pussy.