Page 23 of Big Bad Wolf

Did Sandy know she was serving me up to Wolf? Or, as he told me, is this all the forest’s doing?

Fuck it, is this fate?

I don’t know, but from the moment we met, he made it clear that he was interested in me. He wanted sex. I thought I was just another female he came across that he wanted, but if I’m the only one… if he still obviously wants me… then what’s the problem?

“You wanted to mate me yesterday,” I remind him.

He rubs his chest with his free hand. “That’s what the wolf said to do. To mate Red, to mark her, to claim her with Wolf’s cock and his fangs.”

“Well, I can’t help you with the fangs part since I’m not into being a pincushion, but if you want to use your cock… I think I can handle that.”

Think being the operative word there.

The more I dwell on it, the closer I’ll get to chickening out. I’ve seen him hard and I know what I’m in for. Can I handle it?

Only one way to find out.

“Just do what feels good, Wolf. I promise, it’ll be okay. I’ll do my best to make you feel good, too. As long as you don’t hurt me, we’ll have fun together.”

“Hurt Red? Hurt Wolf’s mate? Never.” He lays his cheek against the small of my back, his erection prodding my ass as he holds me. “Wolf will always give Red pleasure. No pain.”

I believe him. Maybe I’m letting lust cloud my head since I’ve seen how big he gets when he’s aroused, but I believe him.

I shake my ass. “Then get to it, big guy.”

I don’t know if it was the way I told him what to do—Wolf doesn’t seem to be capable of refusing me anything, I’m beginning to realize—or the way I used my behind to entice him to fuck me. It doesn’t matter. Surging toward me, he uses the tip of his claws in one ass cheek to hold me still for a moment before he lines up our bodies and begins to push himself inside of me.

Now, I’m wet. I’m sopping wet. I can tell from the way my nerves jolt, super fucking sensitive, just to have our skin touch. He slides away due to the amount of slick I’m covered in, and it takes him a second try before he manages to insert the tip before feeding the first inch inside of me.

An inch. That’s how much it takes before I tense up, suddenly convinced that this… us… it’s not going to work.

I dig my fingers into the dirt. “Wolf… Wolf… I can’t. You’re too big. I don’t think⁠—”

“Red can take Wolf,” he growls, still moving slowly, still trying to work his way inside of me while giving me a few seconds to adjust every time he gives me a little more.

“Red is half Wolf’s size,” I point out, gasping as he pauses again. “Fuck me.”

“Wolf will. Wolf is trying.”

I close my eyes as a laugh bubbles up my throat. That’s not what I meant, but Wolf in his naive way didn’t quite understand. Luckily for me, I needed that. That single moment of bewildered amusement is enough to relax me. I guess I had stiffened up too much, making it harder for Wolf to do just that. Once I relax, my body opens up enough that it isn’t much more before he gives me it all.

Does it feel good? It takes a second before my muscles get used to such a massive intrusion before, yeah, it does.

The way that Wolf moans my name over my head, calling out to the stars instead as he seats himself inside of me… yeah, it feels pretty damn good to him, too.

I arch my back again. “What does your wolf tell you to do now?”

He slowly pulls out, his dick hitting every single nerve ending in my channel.

I hang my head, shuddering as the rush of pleasure lighting me up from the inside out. “Yeah. Good answer, Wolf.”

After that, I just grip the ground beneath me as he listens to his wolf. Alternating between going slow so he doesn’t hurt me, then pounding more wildly as if he can’t resist, I let him fuck me because, honestly? With a seven-foot monster plowing you, there’s not much else you can do except accept that you instigated this, and that you’ve always considered yourself a ‘villain’ chick.

Except for Gaston. Fuck Gaston. Beast all the way—and… okay. Maybe I should’ve known this was inevitable from the moment I didn’t run screaming once I realized my savior/captor was a wolf-man.

A virgin wolf-man who has never known what it was like to fuck a pussy—and considering our size difference, no matter how many guys I’ve been with, I’m fucking tight for him—and is quickly discovering that, legendary creature or not, he’ll have to work on his stamina when it comes to fucking.

That’s why, I’m not so surprised when, suddenly, Wolf empties himself inside of me with a roar right after I succumb to my own climax.