Page 102 of Little Red Riding Hood
Wim lifted him up again, faster this time, and soon Wim was sliding in and out of Red quicker and quicker, intensifying the delicious friction. And as Red’s body moulded to fit Wim’s, Wimwould have sworn their hearts beat in tandem, a primal drum that echoed through the night.
They kissed and kissed throughout it, and the air they shared was heavy with each other’s breaths. Wim continued to stroke Red’s cock in time with his own thrusts, delighted when it twitched and thickened.
Yes, he was making his Red feel very good indeed, and inside him, his wolf preened. Though his usually mouthy menace was yet to tell him such, and a small whine escaped his lips.
“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” he growled into Red’s ear, before closing his teeth around his lobe, biting down hard.
Red gasped, a breathless prayer. “So, so good, Wim.” His wet hands flew to Wim’s hair, stroking back his tangled mane before scratching into his scalp all around his ears. “You’re being so good for me.”
A pleased little howl escaped Wim, and he fisted Red’s hair, giving it a forceful tug as he fucked into him even harder.
The response from Red was instantaneous—he squeezed himself around Wim’s cock, and he had to quickly bite his hand, lest he spend inside Red before he was ready.
He growled a warning at Red, who offered him a delightful laugh in reply.
Wim squeezed Red’s hip even tighter, thrusting while subtly changing the angle just so—
Red screamed as he hit that special spot inside him.
Wim smiled smugly, not that Red saw it—his eyes were firmly closed, his face the very picture of euphoria.
“Who do you belong to?”
Red only whimpered in reply.
“Who?!” Wim surged into him with violent force, as Red clearly needed a reminder.
“You!” Red said on a groan. “You, Wim. Always you. Now. Forever. In our next lives.”
There were no words for how good Red felt—he couldn’t get enough. Wim was drowning and Red was air.
Wim brought his lips to Red’s neck, and once he started, he felt like a man possessed. He licked and sucked and nipped around Red’s neck, delighting in every whimper and gasp that escaped those perfect lips. He buried his face in Red’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent that was uniquely his.
Red’s hands were clutching at Wim’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin as he squirmed into him. Wim’s lips found a particularly sensitive spot just above Red’s collarbone, and he sucked hard, savouring the taste of his skin.
“I’m marking out where I will bite you,” Wim murmured, his voice thick with delicious possessiveness as he tugged firmly on Red’s curls. Red’s whole body shivered in response, and it only made him more determined to leave his mark.
“Bite me!” Red begged, practically sobbing. “Do it now! Have me, Wim. Take me. Rip me apart.Please!”
Wim tugged Red’s hair back, forcing him to look at him. “No,” he said. “Not until you spend again with me inside you.”
“What?!”
Wim continued to stroke Red’s length, his touch firm and commanding. “You will,” he insisted, his voice dripping with gravelly desire.
Red, panting and flushed, shook his head. “I can’t,” he gasped.
Abruptly, Wim decreased his thrusting, slowing his pace to an easy, torturous slide. “I can do this for as long as it takes,” he growled, his eyes boring into Red’s, then he continued to bathe Red’s neck in kisses and nibbles, soft little nips, like they had all the time in the world.
As he stroked Red’s cock in time with his slow, deliberate thrusts, Red whined as if pained, though his length grew harder and harder. Then Red’s hips began to move involuntarily, his body writhing in the water, sending small waves crashing against the rocks.
“Fuck!” Red croaked, his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers digging into Wim’s shoulders. “Wim!” His tone was panicked, his entire body trembling.
Red’s prick pulsed and Wim quickly lunged for the back of his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair. With a swift motion, he pulled Red’s head back.
Time slowed as Red’s eyes, wide with anticipation, met Wim’s. In that moment, Wim could see the trust and desire that burned within Red. And so, he did what he had secretly been longing to do since the moment he first laid eyes on his bewitching red-cloaked menace.
Mine-claim-mark-mate.
