Wolf Sprite

“You’re welcome,” he replies, leaning over and kissing my lips. I shuffle forward to get closer and wrap my arms around his neck. He deepens his kiss, entering my mouth with his tongue, and I hum in response.

Elijah’s hands rest on my hips, and I squeal as he lifts me up so I am straddling his lap. Without skipping a beat, Elijah kisses me again, his mouth moving with more fever. I moan as I rub my heat into his hard bulge in his lap, my hands going down his chest as I explore.

“Shit, Elijah,” I whisper as I pull away from him. We’ve had make-out sessions like this before, but we’ve never had an occasion where we’ve spent the night with each other.

“I want you,” Elijah murmurs, trailing kisses down my neck.

“Hmm,” I reply, rocking my hips forward. Suddenly Elijah falls backwards from the log, bringing me down with him and making me squeal.

“What was that?” I asked, hitting him as he laughed.

“You should have seen your face! You’re so cute!” Elijah laughs.

“I’m not cute!” I reply, moving to get off him, but he grabs my hips and pulls me back down on his chest.

“Yes, you are. You’re cute, and you’re mine,” he says, looking at me seriously.

“Really?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

“Really,” he replies, rolling us over so I am underneath him and lying horizontally with the log.

“Really,” Elijah says again, pressing his lips back down on my own. Elijah moves and trails a kiss down my neck, getting to the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder when I moan. He rolls his hips forward, pressing his hardness against my core, and I can’t help but meet him halfway, enjoying the pressure of his cock against the material of my jeans.

“Lillia,” Elijah says, looking down at me with hooded eyelids. His voice sounds so sexy; I swear I wet my pants just from hearing it.

“I want to mark you,” he says as I tell him I want him to mark me. We both smile at each other.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking at me intently.

“Yes, I want you to claim me, make me yours,” I tell him. I’ve been thinking about this since I woke up from my coma and found out he was my mate. Usually, mates mate and mark each other very quickly after they meet, but Elijah and I have taken it slow because I was still adjusting to Mum’s death and my place in the pack.

Elijah smiles at me before taking his jumper, shirt and singlet off in one go, revealing his chiselled chest. He has little blonde hairs between his pecs and a dark brown line of hair from just below his navel that head underneath his jeans. I drool at the sight of his pecs and place my hands gently on each one. I love his creamy skin and dark nipples.

I lean forward and lick one of Elijah’s nipples, making him moan in response. I’ve never done that before, but the pool forming in my undies wants more. I grab his member from outside his pants, swiping my hand from his balls upwards. I look up at him and watch as he closes his eyes, enjoying my touch.

With both hands, I unbutton his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly and watch as his giant cock presses against the material of his undies.

“Fuck Lillia,” Elijah sighs as I squeeze his cock through the material. I’ve never seen a penis before, and although Elijah and I have felt each other up, I’m scared to pull the last layer of material away from his straining groin to see what I’ve been given to deal with.

“Lillia,” Elijah groans again as I kiss the hairline from his navel to the elastic of his pants.

“I- I’ve never done this before,” I admit, feeling stupid and awkward at the same time.

“Keep going,” Elijah replies. I look up at him and notice his eyes are closed, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down his throat. Fuck it. He’s my mate, and you only live once, right?

Leaning forward, I kiss down the line of hair from his navel as I pull his boxers off and over his rigid member. As soon as I set him free, Elijah puts his hand around his girth, pumping himself up and down as a bead of liquid appears on his mushroom head. I watch in fascination.

“Put your hand on mine and take over,” Elijah instructs, and I do as he says. It’s not what I expect. His dick is hard and veiny, and I can’t make my hand fit all the way around. I pump my hand up once, twice, applying pressure as I go. Elijah moans and more liquid beads appear at the top of his mushroom. Mushroom? Is that the right word? I act before I think, my tongue lapping up the liquid from his tip.

“Ahh!” Elijah moans, knowing I’ve done the right thing. I trace the line on his head with my tongue, exploring the head and base along the ridges and veins of his cock while still pumping my hand up and down.

“Lilly put it in your mouth,” Elijah pleads. I look up at him and smile, placing his mushroom head in my mouth while I explore it with my tongue. Elijah doesn’t respond, so I let more of his cock in my mouth. My tongue is trapped underneath the base of his penis, and before I begin to move, Elijah begs me to suck. So I do.

This all makes sense now. When I was eleven or twelve, I remember Clark and his friends asking me and some girls from school if we bit or sucked our ice-blocks. I now know what they’re referring to, although Elijah’s dick is much larger than any ice block I’ve had before.

With one hand on the girth of Elijah’s cock, which I continue to pump, my other hand is free. I use it to hold his hip in place, humming as I enjoy the pleasure and the taste of his most vulnerable body part in my mouth.

“Shit, Lillia,” Elijah cries, pulling himself out of my mouth. Dribble also comes out, and I wipe my mouth with my hand.

“I want to cum in you. Take off your clothes,” Elijah orders, grabbing at the bottom of my jumper. With his help, we pull my three layers of clothing off and over my head, leaving me in my white lacy bra.

“You are so beautiful,” Elijah murmurs, flicking my nipples simultaneously before leaning over and kissing my lips. I fall backwards onto the dirt ground, Elijah never taking his lips off mine. We continue to kiss, his hands roaming my body, sending tingles at every touch.

“Get these off,” Elijah mumbles, attempting to undo my belt. I take my belt off, undo the button, and zip, shimmying out of my jeans.

“Fuck,” Elijah says, taking one long sweep down my body. His hand reaches for my drenched panties, and he looks at me and smiles.

Without saying anything, Elijah bends down and takes a big whiff of my underpants. I look up at the stars, embarrassed by what he’s just done. We’ve walked uphill, and I’ve sweated, and now I’m horny and wet; I bet I smell rank.

“Oh fuck, Lillia, I hope you taste as good as you smell,” Elijah says huskily. Suddenly a cool breeze hits my core, and I watch in surprise as Elijah takes the material that was my undies and throws it over the log near the fire.

“Arrgh!” I cry as Elijah licks between my folds before I can protest about my ruined underwear.

“Hmmm,” Elijah replies before furiously licking underneath and around my clit. I buck my hips forward, and Elijah responds by placing a finger inside me and thrusting it in and out.

“Do you like that baby?” he asks me. I nod.

“Use your words. Do you like that?”

“Ye-yes!” I cry.

“What about this?” he asks, placing another finger inside me, making me feel fuller.

“Yes,” I cry. I open my eyes and see that Elijah is watching the expression on my face as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“More,” I cry out. Elijah chuckles.

“Sorry?”

“More, I want more!”

“More what, baby?”

“I want you inside me,” I say, looking into Elijah’s beautiful brown eyes

“I will go slow at first, but then I will fuck you hard and rough. Would you like that baby girl?” Elijah asks. I nod.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please!”

Elijah chuckles and moves in between my legs. With one hand on the ground next to me, he uses his other hand to grab his dick and centre it at the entrance of my core.

“You sure, baby?” Elijah asks.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I reply.

Elijah nods and pushes himself into me. It hurts at first. I feel my vagina stretch to accommodate his size; he fills me up completely.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asks, kissing my lips. I nod.

“I’m going to move now,” he tells me, moving slowly out of me. As his cock slides out of my body, pleasure shoots through me. I groan as he moves out and groans when he slides himself back in.

“Open your eyes, baby girl,” Elijah tells me. When I do, I’m met with his brown ones. Elijah nods, continuing to slide himself in and out of me.

“I love you,” Elijah says, kissing my lips.

Elijah picks up his pace when we pull apart, moving more forcefully in and out of me. At one stage, I swear he leaves me entirely before slamming his cock inside me again.

“Elijah!” I scream as I thrust my hips towards him. Our bodies connect, slapping together, and I can feel my body beginning to heighten.

“Arrgh!” I cry, my canines descending from my mouth as I lean forward and bite between Elijah’s neck and shoulder.

“Lillia!” Elijah shouts. I then feel his sharp teeth pierce my skin as he suddenly stops inside me. The pain from his teeth subsides, unleashing my pent-up energy as my orgasm explodes around Elijah in waves. I feel my core squeeze Eijah’s cock while he’s inside me, and he grunts in response.

Elijah licks the wound on my neck, and I copy him, licking the blood off his neck and wound. I watch in satisfaction as the skin knits back together, leaving two white crescent moon marks in their place.

We lie there for what feels like forever, panting as we try to get our breaths back.

“Wow,” I sigh as Elijah pulls his softening member out of me.

“You are amazing,” Elijah says, pecking me on the lips.

“I love you, too, Elijah,” I tell him.

“Let’s continue this in the tent,” Elijah suggests when I shiver from the cold.

“Okay,” I respond, not moving.

“Okay?” Elijah grins, grabbing the blanket that must have fallen on the ground and wrapping himself with it.

We lay there looking at the stars and talking until the wee hours of the morning. When I finally woke up, I was comfortable but groggy. Sometime in the night, Elijah must have carried me into the tent because I was under the plastic roof instead of the sky.

Elijah’s side of the bed was still warm, and I smiled as I traced my palm over the empty sheets. I tried to move and noticed my vagina was sore from last night’s activities but in a good way. I liked the feeling of Elijah still inside me.

I helped Elijah pack up the campsite and put his ‘secret stash’ away for next time, and we worked together repacking our bags.

“Next time, we’ll bring Kev and the boys,” Elijah says, grabbing my hand as we begin our walk down the mountain.

“Do I have to carry more if we do?” I pout, making Elijah laugh.

“No, it should be easier.”

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