Bite A Little Harder: Wolf Submission, #5

By Arya Hucovv

The first time Nicholas meets his human mate, she has a gag in her mouth and ropes around her wrists and ankles. Her doe-eyed look of fear and anticipation is enough to stir his wolf's interest. He knows he has earned to right to mate her by besting lesser wolf challengers, but to be here now, inches away from touching her... it is intoxicating. He wants her, wants to kiss a trail of bruises up her neck and mark her as his own.

The first time Abigail meets her werewolf mate, she only has eyes for the man behind him. Elias is her guardian and her protector... and she has been in love with him before she knew what love is.

Somehow, they're going to have to make this work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arya Hucovv
• Release date: Dec 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393148807

Arya Hucovv

Arya Hucovv is a horny housewife with dirty fantasies that she enjoys putting on paper for others to enjoy. She is very much a fan of hucow, lactation, dubcon, and hardcore sex with hot alpha men.

Book preview

This steamy romance story involves two alphas and an inexperienced young human female. It has scenes with daddy kink, werewolf/shifter kink, domination and submission, bdsm, somnophilia, exhibitionism & voyeurism, threesome, and plenty of steamy sex.

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He lets her down slowly on the bed and pins her down with his fingers around her wrists when she tries to cover herself between her legs with them. She sobs softly, embarrassed by how much skin is being exposed. He cups her breasts with one hand and curls over her body, lazily sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Ah- anh, please, please, she whimpers.

He cups her wet heat and slides his forefinger up and down her slit.

Ah, stop, stop, she begs, breath hitching in humiliation even as her thighs clamp around his hard hips and try to pull him closer. I can't- I can't come anymore, daddy, she whimpers.

Abigail, Elias growls. Spread your legs for Nicholas, baby. You promised to be good, didn't you?

She sucks in a shivering breath and nods, but then she shakes her head and whines, But- but I'm sore.

Elias growls at her and she whimpers, quieting her protests. She's still whining, breathless little huffs when he flicks his fingers over her clit, but she's no longer trying to push him away with her hands.

There's something truly divine about making her do this for him. How easily she takes orders even when she's afraid.

He fingers her as he pleases, lazily dipping his finger in and out of her wet heat. She's so tight. He's not sure if he would hurt her, considering their size difference. His cock is thicker than her wrist.

Are you going to be good for me, Abigail? he asks.

She blinks at him and her mouth parts to form a soundless scream when he slides his finger into her tight hole, and then another even before she can get used to the stretch. Ah! Ah! Sir- sir, plea- please! It's- it's too much, she whimpers.

Already? he growls. I've barely gotten two fingers inside you, baby, he says. You need to take two more before I can put my cock inside you and mate you, he continues. And then, after I knot inside you, I'm going to grow even bigger. I'm going to fill you up with my seed until you're all full inside. He presses her stomach hard enough to her to feel the pressure there. You'll feel it here. All warmed up and full of my come. I'll come inside you again and again, make sure you're nice and bred so you will carry my cubs. Do you want me to do that? Or should I tie you up again?

She shakes her head. Please, please don't.

Ah, but didn't Elias tell you what would happen if you can't take me? You're going to be a whore. They're going to throw you in some dirty government facility where any man rich enough can pay to fuck your cunt and get you heavy with cubs. They're gonna use you up and fuck your holes until you're all stretched out.

Her hole tightens around his fingers, but she is growing wetter as he talks.

Ah, you like that, don't you? Like it when I talk dirty to you? Or do you like the idea of being a cum bucket? A hole for everyone to fuck into? You'll be so beautiful with my cubs inside you, but maybe you would rather have Elias's cubs, hmm?

She bites her lower lip hard enough to bleed. Please. A trickle of blood slides down her chin.

Elias growls low from his left, drawing Nicholas's attention away for a second.

Ah, yes. He supposes blood would worry him. Nicholas licks the smear from her bottom lip, the coppery taste filling his mouth instantly. A quiet whimper wavers in the back of her throat, only growing louder as he presses his lips closer to hers, kissing her harder. Please, she calls plaintively, thighs wrapped around his waist despite her fear.

He leans back enough to watch the myriads of expression on her face as he rolls his hips up against hers. Her heart races in anticipation and her eyes clench shut. It takes her no time at all to begin grinding into it. He grunts quietly and he gropes her rear, finding purchase in her soft behind to lift her hips and guide her motions more fully against his hard member.

Sensing movement from the corner of his eyes, he turns to see that Elias is no longer standing near them. Instead, he has made himself comfortable on the dressing table, leaning against it with his hand around his half-hard cock. He shrugs helplessly when he is caught staring.

Nicholas can't really fault him for being turned on by their display. She is captivating. He turns just in time to catch something Elias has thrown to him.

You probably won't be able to use those once she starts lactating, so better get that out of your system, Nick, Elias says with a smirk that reminds him of all the scenes they partook in when they were younger.

He looks at what Elias had thrown him and chuckles.

Nipple clamps.

Chapter One: Prisoner

Abigail can hear everything going on in the other room. That's the way the room is designed. There are hidden microphones all through the dungeons so that she is never taken by surprise. Elias is nothing if not dedicated to keeping her safe. He doesn't have to do this, doesn't have to make sure she doesn't get surprise visits, but he's sweet like that even though he likes to pretend differently, with all his posturing like an angry bear all the time. He's actually a big marshmallow inside.

Abigail has been waiting her entire life for this. Elias reminds her all the time that he's raising her for this exact purpose and she's going to do wonderfully. There's no room for failure, not when Elias has trained her to be exactly what the werewolf wants. Yet... she finds herself worrying. What if the werewolf she's meeting doesn't like her? What if he looks at her and decides he can do better. He can probably do better.

She's only human. He could probably find someone prettier to be with.

But then, he if decides that she's not good enough, he'll leave and then- and then maybe she can be with Elias.

She shakes he head and chases that thought from her mind. Elias has already made himself clear that he doesn't want her like that. She sighs and tugs at the ropes holding her still.

She's grateful that she doesn't have the full control of her body. She would be pacing holes into the floor otherwise. Elias had tied her up so that she can't even move. She had asked for the gag because she's not sure what she would say given the freedom to speak her mind. She tugs at the bondage holding her still and tries her best to relax into them. She's so new to all this. The way the silk bindings dig into her skin and hold her so tightly is relaxing, however, and she finds herself breathing easier when she realizes there's no way out.

Elias had thrown a fit when he found out the name of the suitor who had won her. He broke a lot of furniture that day, right after throwing the computer screen against the wall.

His temper tantrum frightens her even though she knows from experience that even at his worst, he would never hurt her.

He comes to himself after throwing the chair into the bookcase, the loud crash eliciting a shocked shriek that she doesn't manage to muffle in her palm. She's sobbing in soft, quiet puffs, drawing air through lungs that aren't working as well as they should. He's so terrifying like this, half-man, half-bear, his form looming over her like a terrifying demon of white.

Baby, he growls, still more bear than human as he goes to his knees and crawls up to her, trying his best to be as small as possible so that he doesn't scare her even more. She's sitting at the edge of the couch, curled up and afraid. Baby, come 'ere, I'm not mad at you.

She whimpers and curls up tighter. Hair falls over her eyes when she shakes her head. Her heart is beating wildly in her chest and she's too scared to look up.

Come here, he says, the low growl in his tone disappearing as he shifts more human than beast. Look at me, he demands, not one for patience.

She looks up and blinks. He's broken their lighting system and it's too dark to see clearly. Normally, she would be embarrassed by his state of undress, but she can barely see him. She jerks back when she feels his hands on her shoulders.

Come here, baby, he says, and then, in a lower growl, I'm not going to ask again.

She peeks up at him through long lashes that are glistening with tears. I'm sorry.

It's not you, baby, he whispers. Come 'ere, he pulls her into his lap, skin rippling and bones rearranging as he shifts back until he's fully human. It's alright, he says, cradling her to his chest.

It's rare that he's this gentle with her. He hasn't held her like this ever since she's started growing breasts. It makes her sad that he's stopped holding her so closely, but he says it's to keep her pure for her future mate. He holds her now, gently guiding her to fold her legs up so that he can pull her to his lap completely and cage her between his legs. She can feel his arms around her torso, the warmth of his naked chest against her skin. He rubs up and down her back in a repetitive motion that seems to be soothing himself instead of her as her rocks her over and over, hushing her even though she's not making a noise.

Being in his arms is comforting. She focuses on his voice and his warmth, letting him block out the rest of the world. She doesn't know why he's upset and she doesn't dare to ask because she's not quite ready for him to let her go yet. She closes her eyes and listens to his heartbeat. It's soothing.

I know who's going to take you home, he growls into her hair when she has almost gone to sleep.

Hmm?

His name is Nicholas. I knew him in college, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. You're too good for him, baby, he whispers heatedly, his fingers shaking as he grasps the back of her neck. He's going to break you.

I won't break.

She feels him shaking his head. You're so- you're so sheltered, baby, he growls. And he's- he's into a lot of things... why is he even looking for someone like you? He snarls at the end and even though the words aren't meant for her, her pulse quickens. He is gripping the back of her neck so tightly that it is hurting her.

She whimpers and tries to pry his fingers away.

Shh... he hushes her and drags his grip up her hair, twisting his fingers to press her face close to his chest.

Her nose feels mushed. She tries to shimmy a little and look up at him, wanting to see his face. His grasp on the back of her head tightens even more.

Be good, darling. Stay still, okay?

She nods and focuses on the sound of his heartbeat again.

Good girl. You're such a good girl... I'm going to just hold you until I'm ready to talk, so just- just stay still until then. Is that okay with you, baby girl?

She gets that nice, warm feeling inside her stomach every time he calls her that. Okay, daddy, she whispers and thinks she hear his heart skip a beat, but that's probably just her imagination.

It isn't until much, much later that he finally calms down. He carries her to the bed and deposits her there so he can raid the drawers for something to wear. Her eyes have adjusted to the dark enough that she can see him pulling on a pair of black slacks. She's disappointed he's not joining her on the bed, but he pulls a chair to the side of the bed and sits close enough for her to reach out and touch him if she wants. She wants, but doesn't do it. He won't be happy with her if she does.

What's wrong? she asks, breaking the awkward silence between them.

He draws a deep, shuddering inhale. The man who's going to be bringing you home... he's into a lot of different things.

She cocks her head, How do you know he's going to win?

He growls. Nicholas always gets what he wants.

She shakes her head. Nobody gets what they want all the time, daddy, she says softly. He tells her that himself.

Nicholas does, he sounds amused and something in her brain sets off a blaring alarm. Remember when I told you about the people you had to meet when you were sixteen? That you can't do anything to piss them off and you had to keep your head down and stay close to me?

She nods. She doesn't like thinking about that. Elias had tried to deny their request to meet with her for months before finally having his hands forced. The men were very touchy with her, pulling her this way and that even when it's clear that she doesn't like it. Elias had snarled at more than a few of the werewolves there, baring his teeth and letting his bear show in order to get them off, but even then, his hands were tied. They were powerful men. One false move could mean having her taken away permanently, so he could only stand aside and glare as they teased and asked her rude questions.

Things... in bed? She furrows her eyebrows stops feels the pinch between them. It's not proper to frown. She's aware that she's pouting a little too, but there's nothing she can do about that.

He looks up at her in shock, like he's surprised she knows about sex.

We had a whole class about it. I know what sex is, she says, rolling