ELEANOR’S POV. How do wolves get so thrilled about their mating day and prepare tremendously for it? It’s my fake big day drawing closer and I can barely get a sound sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I find myself standing there with him by my side, only this time things go south-side. I find him or myself drenched in blood. I find the Raiders there again aiming at ruining in every ounce of happiness I have left. I knew it was all fake, but I was still worried. Worried that the Wolves that tried to attack weeks before might attempt it again. I heaved out another sigh as I continued to stroll towards the garden. Yes! Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be here. But this could be the best thing to do. Maybe I could get to converse with them. I could plea with them not to ruin in my big day. My big day? I was slowly finding myself attracted to this Wolf that bought me. It has been months since I got here, and I was gradually getting accustomed to the way of life here. I never wanted to se
CRUZ’S POV. My fist clenched into that of anger as I listened to her with rapt attention. My blood was boiling hot. I was so pissed that Wolves whom should have had her back had betrayed her in a cruel way instead. No one deserved that. I doubted that anyone did. We had that in common, I guess. Wolves we looked up to became the exact thongs in our flesh. Now that I knew all this, I wished I had caused them both torture the day they came here, the day they had the effrontery to walk into my house. I hated that they caused my bride this much pain. Only I had the right to make her feel this way or any way at all. She was mine, mine alone. To think about it, the thought that another Wolf had touched her before, kissed her before, or thrusted inside her before, made my raging level brim higher. I wanted to be the only one. I didn’t want to believe that the monster once claimed her too. The next I knew was tears streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her close without much thought, and ran
ELEANOR’S POV. Guess when you are with a psyche, you become one yourself. You start to take their shape and their thinking. Never did I think I would be sitting here, holding onto the hand of my Master, and the knife begging him to claim me. Maybe I needed that. Maybe I wanted to be claimed so badly. I wanted to have a tag, a leach, just like every pet should. Not just any tag but one that had his name written beautifully on it. One that showed me that I was his. Only his, and no one else. “Carve your name on every part of me if need be. Claim me, Master.” I heard myself say but I knew I couldn’t be the one talking. I could not be the fearless one spewing out all this. His gaze held mine for a very long while as though he was thinking of it. The next thing I knew was him pushing me backward to fall flat on my neck. Let’s be sincere. Facing that unexpectedly hurts like crazy, but let’s pretend it doesn’t. You don’t want me showing sign of pain and scaring him off or do you? Excite
CRUZ’S POV. It has been days, two days to be precise and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I couldn’t get her smile off my head. Her big Blue eyes staring into mine with so much admiration as I devoured her. I couldn’t even get her smell off me. Everywhere I turned it was like she was there, standing, staring at me. It had to be the perfume. It had a smell. A weird yet cool long lasting smell. It smelt like paradise. It smelt like her. I have had wet dreams too because every night, I wanted her to be there right on my bed, or in my arms. Anywhere at all just to satisfy this crazy urge I had. I knew it had to be because I was sex starved for so long. Maybe because I needed more sex to get myself back on track. Or I had to fulfill my sex fantasy. Even as I laid flat on one hand, trying to do some push-ups to clear my mind. My cock kept straining against my short, getting harder and harder with time. “Fuck!” I cussed softly. I stood up to inspect myself and it looked awkward. It wa
CRUZ’S POV. My lips claimed hers with all intensity, with all the strength I could muster. It was as though my life depended on it, like hers did too. I knew deep down that I shouldn’t listen to her words, I shouldn’t listen to these words. I shouldn’t break her but with her big blue eyes staring into mine with plea, want, and desire. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. She let out a soft moan conveying her surrender and submission to me. I immediately changed my mind and picked her up, carrying her towards one of the spare rooms in the house. It was a special room. Like a puppy, she said nothing, raised no questions, threw no tantrums and just stayed still in my arms. I pushed the door open and stepped into it. I watched as her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating from one place to another then finally back to me. “What’s this place?” She asked, her voice soft and tender, causing my pecker to nod. Why do I suddenly find calling his cock, a pecker, weird? Haha! Anywa
CRUZ’S POV. I sat in the back of the car as I waited for her to show up. I had gotten a message from the farmers for another meeting. They wanted us to discuss about everything needed for my inauguration. It was just a week away. The door opened to reveal her stepping into the car. “Good morning.” She mumbled softly. “Good morning.” I responded without looking her way. I had slept off in her arms. It was therapeutic. The sex was heavenly. She let me use most of the toys on her, and the way her body responded, I loved it. My eyes finally trailed her way. She was dressed in a simple turtle necked gown. The former me would have complained but the new me let it slide. The new me! Awkward! I watched her run her palm over the back of her neck about five times. “You good?” I asked, and watched her nod in response. “It’s nothing, just some pain from the neck stuff.” She responded, causing me to chuckle softly. I could remember telling her the names of each toys, only for her to re
CRUZ’S POV. I watched as her mouth moved, pride surging through me. I was proud of her. I was glad to know that she had so much knowledge in the skull underneath her pretty face. The farmers listened with rapt attention, nodding where needed. Some had smiles plastered on their faces, clearly impressed by her words. Turned out her living out while growing up had come in handy, not that I was happy she had to. Some times I felt this weird urge to break the bones of the very ones whom made her go through it all, right from the raiders to Lucien. Maybe leave her sister out of it for her sake. That traitor! Who does such betrayal to someone they claimed to love? Argh! “…I think they will help the crops grow well. All you have to do is add them to the soils, they also kill bacterias that tend to eat up half of the..” Her words dissolved into thin air again. Beauty with brains. I like that. My cock strained in my trouser at the thought of that. They applauded her as she rounded up
ELEANOR’S POV. My back hit against the wall but I can barely feel the pain with his lips on mine, ravishing me in every way possible. He hardly let me get down from the car before claiming my lips with his, and now we are in the hallway still kissing. “You say I’m a good Wolf, huh!” He said, snatching his lips back briefly, his breathe still landing on my face. “Guess I have gone too soft on you. I will have to show you just how bad I can be.” He added, claiming my lips again before I could say a word. A part of me was intrigued, excited, nervous, curious to know what he would show me this time, and how bad he could get. I love Bad Wolves. Scratch that. I love me a bad Cruz. I was desperate to see him in all sides of himself. The vulnerable side, even though I have hardly seen that. The weird part, I doubt if he has any. Everything and anything about him that there is to know. I felt my lower lips releasing some juices as it craved for more, so I clenched my thighs in response