Page 6 of Tamed Wolf

“And what exactly did we get up to?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Lark. I’ve waited so long. Don’t you trust me by now? Haven’t we treated you well?”

“Of course you have, Ivan.”

“Then what is it?”

“I—” everything I want to say flees, because it’s what I’ve been repeating since I met him. The age gap is too big. He’s too old for me to touch when I’m so young. It’s gross. It’s predatory.

But then I trace the side of his face and feel his legs underneath me, supporting me, I think about how he rushed over here because he knew I was upset, and I realize it’s actually none of those things. Why would the goddess give me mates she didn’t want me to be with? I’m nearly seventeen, which is the legal age for consent here anyway.

“You’re right. You’ve been more than patient with me.” I kiss him and wiggle over his lap, trying to put myself in the right mind set, willing myself to get aroused.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

I lift up my shirt, revealing the black and white polka dot bralette I have on, my breasts barely contained in it. His face looks like Christmas morning and every birthday rolled into one when he sees me topless. I’ve never done anything with them that necessitates my clothes being off, only over-the-clothes touching.

“Fuck, I knew they’d be this fucking gorgeous. Take that off, too. I want to see all of you. And these leggings. Fuck, I can’t wait to see how incredible you feel when it’s just your skin against me.”

I do as he asks, shaking the whole time because I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone before. But the way he’s looking at me makes me feel grown up and beautiful, so I don’t stop until I’m completely nude.

“Get over here. I want to see you on the bed with your hair splayed across the pillow.”

He stands over me and unzips his jeans, pulling himself out. It’s much bigger than I thought, and I’m worried about how it’s going to fit inside of me, but I have to do this. Everyone does this at some point, and it’s time to grow up and do what’s expected of me. He’s my mate; he would never hurt me.

He kisses me everywhere, but he’s too excited to wait very long. He starts working himself inside of me and I want to yell at him to stop because it hurts, but he looks so happy. Maybe if I just get this over with, it will get better.

“You were made for me, Lark. You’re going to remember this day for the rest of our lives. It’s going to be so great having you at home with us. We’ll get to do stuff like this all the time.”

He starts to pump in and out and eventually the burn does subside a bit, making it start to feel slightly better. But maybe everyone just greatly over exaggerates sex. It’s not so special.

“Going to fill you up so everyone knows who you belong to.” He reels back onto his knees and stares down at my body as he gets himself off, and I just sit there and wait for it to be over. His hands start to caress my breasts, and before I know it, he’s making weird grunting noises and collapsing on top of me, sinking his teeth right into my neck.

“What the fuck? You weren’t supposed to bite me yet!”

I’m panicking, but there’s no going back. He sinks his teeth in a little farther, keeping them in there until he’s satisfied that it’s going to scar nice and obvious like. “I couldn’t help it, Lark. You just make me so goddess damned crazy. You have no idea the level of restraint we’ve been exercising around you.

“You’re moving in with us, it’s time to wear our marks. You’re not going to be there and not be our actual mate. We don’t do roommates.”

Tears burn my eyes, but I force myself to control my breathing, telling myself this is a good thing. I’ve been conditioned my whole life to be the kind of mate my mom thinks I should be, the kind that she assured me every wolf wants, and I’m fucking it up.

He pulls out of me and buttons his jeans back up, running a hand through his hair. “You should get dressed, Trevor needs me back at work. We’ll have to leave your stuff in the car for a bit, because I can’t head home quite yet. You going to be okay there? You can hang out in the office and do some homework or watch a movie or something. Do you have your laptop we got you?”

“Yeah, it’s packed,” I tell him as I struggle to get up, wincing a bit at the soreness between my legs.

Ivan falls to his knees and crawls between mine, pressing a kiss to my mound. “I was probably a little rougher than I should have been. We’ll make sure you get a hot shower before bed tonight. Forgive me?”

I palm his face and press a kiss to his mouth when he puckers his lips, making me smile. “Not like I can actually be upset with you. You know how wonderful you are.”

“That’s true,” he says as he stands and starts collecting the clothes I discarded. “Did you get all your stuff packed up? There’s not a whole lot of room at our place in the closet; but I suppose we can make it work.”

“I got everything I think I’ll want, but if there isn’t room, I can get rid of some of my older stuff. I just want to get out of here.”

“Go on and head downstairs, I just want to take care of something real quick.”

I'm halfway down the staircase when I start hearing loud crashing noises and breaking glass, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. They last for a few minutes and then Trevor appears at the top of the stairs, breathing hard, knuckles red and puffy.

“What did you just do?”

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