Page 35 of The Wolf

I can’t stop beating myself up as I head back upstairs to check on her after I make sure the lunar influence has no longer a hold on me. I wasn’t even strong enough to give her a proper aftercare when she needed it. I had to leave her alone because I couldn’t trust myself around her… What a sorry husband I’ll be.

I shift into my human form, just in case she is too afraid of the beast—thankfully, it’s much easier for me to hold that shape right after the full moon, even with my emotions running sohigh. But she’s still asleep when I enter the chamber, lying on her side in this vastly oversized for her tiny stature bed.

Approaching, I notice how peaceful she is, which gives me a tiny inkling of hope that I didn’t completely scare her away.

And then I lift the covers to examine the damage.

Fucking shit.

My eyes roam over her naked body in horror. Her fair skin almost glows in the hues of the Northern Lights, brightening the room, but there are too many dark spots from forming bruises. I know it probably looks worse than it actually is, but I fucking did this to her. And it’s only the physical damage, but what about her heart? Does she finally see me as a monster? Will she hate me now?

I growl low in my chest, furious with myself. How do I even apologize for that?

For a moment, I consider calling her name, to coax her awake and start groveling. But I shouldn’t disturb her sleep. I know she’s exhausted and needs to rest.

As I stand there, another realization hits me—how beautiful she is. So vulnerable. So fragile. And it drives me mad with want. The beast inside me claws at my chest, the hunger never leaves.Oh, I want her so badly…How can I still want her like this? After what I did to her, what kind of brute does that make me?

Yet, something is so intoxicating about this moment. The air is thick with anticipation, and I can’t help but admire the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her sweet breath creates a soft rhythm that fills the quiet space. I’m curious what she’s dreaming of this deeply… I dream only of her.

Feeling heat rush through me, I swallow hard and kneel on the mattress beside her. With my heart pounding in my chest, I lean over her slightly, hovering close.I wonder if she can sense me watching her—always watching her—but she seems unaware of the magnetic effect she has on me. All I yearn for is to pleaseher. To help her forget the pain. To ensure she feels safe and loved with me.

I hesitate, caught between the urge to reach out and the respect for her space. But, consumed by the need, I can’t resist touching her. I take my time, savoring every second, feeling the supple curve beneath my hand as it slides up her leg onto her hip. I gently nudge her onto her back to inspect her further.

She now lays splayed before me, and I can see more bruises on her inner thighs where our bodies slammed together last night. Situated between her legs, I pull them farther apart with my knees, my fingers gliding over the silky skin, caressing every inch of her soft, warm flesh. I get a good look at the pink, puffy lips of her tiny pussy, and my breath catches in my throat. She must be sore, she looks so swollen.

Still, very appetizing… very tempting.

My fingers tremble slightly as I spread her folds, revealing her fully to me. With shivers running down my spine, I moan as I marvel at the sight. Her body instinctively responds to my touch, inviting and relaxed, the sweet scent of her arousal inebriating my senses. Collecting the pooling moisture at her entrance with my fingertips, I trail up to her clit and begin teasing it in slow circles.

Wanting to ensure she’s comfortable and enjoying this as much as I am, I shift my gaze to her sleeping face, searching for any sign of how she’s feeling. She stirs a tiny bit, letting out a delicate sigh that sends a snapping jolt of electric current through my core. But her breath evens out after just a short moment, and she drifts off again.

I don’t stop touching her, though, admiring the way she lays there, trusting and fully open for me. My fingers continue to work around her sensitive, hardening clit, rubbing more assertively but never putting enough pressure right on the spot, building her up steadily. Her rich, heady scent now soaks theair completely, a heavenly fragrance that ignites a hunger within me.

Captivated by her heaving breasts, I bend my head and lick at one pink nipple, getting it fully erect before opening my mouth and taking it between my teeth. I gently tug, then suck, twirling my tongue around her tasty rigid bud. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I bite again, this time a little harder. I pull back just enough to look at her, wanting to drink in the sight of her face—still asleep, though, somehow, more aware.

I give in to the primal urge to toy with her further. Nibbling at her flesh, I leave a wet trail across her chest as I move my mouth to her other breast. Simultaneously, my fingers glide lower and dance around the opening of her pussy again, her heat blazing and more of her wetness under my fingertips.

To feel her like this is… way beyond my wildest fantasies. To be able to touch her without worrying about my claws, to use my lips to kiss her, suck her, bite her. I don’t even have to fight the beast—he seems satisfied enough with what’s happening. Then there’s also the thrill of trying not to wake her yet wanting her to be fully conscious of this at the same time.

I can’t take it, and I slide my middle finger inside her silky embrace. She’s so fucking tight, and hot, and wet… I curse quietly with my mouth around her nipple, then straighten to watch how I continue to explore her. I add my ring finger, adoring how her inner muscles clench as I press against her sweet spot.

Julia reacts instantly—her body arches off the mattress, her legs tremble, and a soft gasp escapes her lips. I savor the moment, my ability to elicit such an intense response even in her sleep fuels my desire further.

I almost forgot what it felt like as a human, but my cock is hard as a rock, beginning to throb as the urgency surges through me. I wrap my free hand around my rigid shaft and start jerkingoff, leisurely sliding the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head to relieve some of the tension. My eyes are locked on her, watching her pink pussy glisten in the soft light, stretched by my fingers. The vision stirs every primal instinct within me, my lust for her is all-consuming, driving me wild.

With each stroke, I feel the pulse of the veins quickening, the pressure building in my balls. But I keep a steady and deliberate rhythm that matches the rising waves of pleasure I see in her face. My fingers pump in and out of her tender cunt, moving in perfect sync with the motion of my hand around my cock, mirroring the unspoken connection we share.

But I wantmore.

I’m overwhelmed by the need to claim her… to feel how her inner walls wrap around me. Pulling my fingers out and shifting them back up to play with her now engorged clit, I position myself closer and line my tip with her dripping pink hole. The warmth of her flesh on mine is better than I imagined, and I can’t help but push forward just a little—not entering her but enough for the sensation of her wet pussy against my human dick to send a shock through my entire body, like a bolt of lightning. The moment feels suspended in time, charged with electricity.

What if I just…

No.

I may be strong right now with keeping this form, but I’m notthatstrong. I’d shift right away and wake her up to a manic beast fucking her, which doesn’t really fit my plan of not scaring her.

I hold back.

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