Chapter Nineteen: Little Wolf

Avery's POV

He gripped a fistful of my hair and pushed my head down, hard. Pain shot through my scalp, and I swallowed back a sharp cry, trying not to let my fear show. Oh god… this is really happening.

“Open your mouth. Now.”

I opened just barely as he rammed his cock deep into my throat. I choked instantly. He thrust hard, cock diving in and out of my mouth without pause.

My lips stretched wide, jaw aching, eyes watering as he used my mouth like a vessel. He didn't pity me. My gag reflex hit, and he only pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat again and again

Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest. Breathing became impossible; I could only gasp between thrusts, tears falling as he pushed my head deeper. I choked and gagged, my mouth taking every inch, down to where he met his balls.

I couldn’t tell if my tears were from the pain… or from how helpless I felt beneath him.

Then, suddenly he pulled out. “Stand up,” he ordered. Relief and panic hit at once as I stumbled to my feet.

Air rushed back into my lungs as I tried to steady myself. Before I could fully recover from the ache in my throat his shoulder slid under my ribs, sweeping me off my feet. Skin pressed against skin.

My hair brushed his back. My body felt weightless, suspended in his hold. He carried me to the bed and laid me down.

His hands slid to my thighs, and with strong force, he parted my legs, leaving me exposed. He knelt down beside me as he buried his face deeper inside me. His tongue slipped deeper into my pussy as he tongue fucked me.

I could feel Yara going feral inside me, she didn’t resist him. She welcomed it. My body responded instinctively. My pussy clenched around his tongue. He flicked his tongue so fast that I let out a low moan.

“Mmmh.” He pulled back slightly, a slow smile on his face. “You taste amazing. I can see how much you’re enjoying this.”

I couldn’t answer, too embarrassed to form words. He didn’t wait. His fingers slipped inside me, thumb circling my clit . I gasped and moaned, my body arching.

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me carefully, filling me completely while keeping me on edge, overwhelmed, and utterly consumed by him.

My body trembled. He leaned closer, lips sucking and gently biting on my clit, drawing every ounce of moan and whimper from me, making me forget everything but him.

He raised his head, gaze fixed on me even though he couldn’t see. The combination of his touch and that unrelenting focus made my stomach twist, a mixture of shame, desire, and raw heat pooling low between my legs.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “So tight… so responsive… all for me.”

Then he withdrew slightly, teasing, letting just the tips of his fingers rest inside me, before plunging back in, faster, harder. Each thrust sent jolts of heat and tension through me, making me clench around him, trapping him inside.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers. I watched with horrified fascination as he brings them to his mouth and licked them clean.

He stood, positioned himself between my legs, held out his cock against my pussy as he pressed his tip against my drenched, slimy cunt trying to push it in.

“I’m going to stretch your virgin hole wide,” he growled, his voice rough and dark.

"Mngh,” I let out a pain-pleasure moan, a sound that started as a thin, strangled cry. He pulled out, flicked his dick three times against my folds, then thrust back in hard.

I tried to close my legs, a small, instinctive protest from the pain of his thrust, but he gripped my knees firmly, spreading them wide, leaving me at his mercy.

I could feel a hot stream of tears, already falling down my cheeks. He was huge—thick—and I was a virgin, far too tight to take him easily. Each thrust drove into me, pushing me forward, making the bed creak beneath us with every movement.

His arm closed around my waist, strong enough to bruise, holding me firmly as he continued slamming into me. I could feel him deep in my stomach.

I hated that my body didn’t know the difference between surrender and survival.

“Y-you’re… h-hur… hurting me…” I sobbed, words breaking apart between gasps, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

“You’ll get used to it,”

His hand moved from my waist, and wrapped around my throat, he leaned closer, his mouth crashed into mine. His kiss was deep. His tongue pushed past my lips and claimed my mouth.

He pulled out suddenly.

The loss of him made my body jolt, a shaky breath leaving my lips as I tried to sit up, thinking he was done with me. My hands scrambled for the sheets, dragging them over myself, desperate to cover whatever shame I had left.

I barely had time to finish covering when his hand shot out, gripping my ankle. A sharp gasp tore from me as he yanked me back, flipping me over in one swift motion.

My knees sank into the bed, face buried into the sheets, back arched downwards, nipples scraping the rough fabric, ass lifted high in the air.

His hand lingered on my back, teasing me, sending a series of electric jolts down my spine.

I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands gripped the sheets, fingers curled, nails digging into the fabric, knuckles whitening as I held on for dear life. My body was trembling. Not entirely from pain anymore. Yara had gone quiet. Not gone. Just watching.

A hard smack on both of my ass, made me jolt forward with a sharp cry. He pressed me down, spreading my thighs wider, my hair grabbed and yanked back as he whispered into my ear.

“I'm not done with you… my little wolf.”