18. Draven

A fter cleaning her up and applying ice to her cheek, she passed out. She had indicated that she wanted scalp scratches, but I briefly considered tying her up on the roof for thinking I'd engage in something so intimate.

However, I did scratch the back of her thighs. She seemed confused at first, but once I started, she became silent. I think she began snoring within five minutes, though I wasn't paying much attention to a clock, only that perfect fucking ass of hers.

The morning light filters through the blinds, which fail to block it completely, which is what wakes me. Max is sandwiched against my side, a pillow between her legs, and her hair spread everywhere. I don't really cuddle, and her comment about being the big spoon almost makes me question why I kept her overnight. That is, until I see just how peaceful she is. Her sleeping is maybe my favorite thing, along with her cunt—and her hips and legs.

I groan at my own obsession and roll from beside her. She doesn't rouse, and I use the moment to shower. I know to keep it quick, because if she wakes up and slips away, I will not hesitate to make her Shade's new chew toy.

I'm relieved to see her still asleep when I return to the bedroom. She shifts slightly, her legs spread, one arm draped over her face and the other still holding the pillow.

She does move a lot in her sleep, maybe nightmares, but she didn't make any noises.

My gaze shifts from her open mouth, with a slight drool line, to between her thighs. Last night, after she let me cut her, I surprised myself with my restraint. It's been a while since I've fucked my hunt, and even longer since I've enjoyed it, and never before have I wanted it more than once.

The way she took all of me, the painful pleasure I provided, fucking Satan, my cock is straining just thinking about it.

I release a low growl… I am starved.

Dropping the towel with no attempt at being quiet or gentle, I lean over the bed. It dips as I fall between her thighs, my hands moving up her sides to her hips before I run my flattened tongue from her core straight to her clit.

Fuck, I could suffocate in her and die a happy man.

She only twitches slightly, but I'm fine with her sleeping until she's on the verge of climax. As long as she's awake enough to scream my name when it happens, I'm satisfied. This is as much for me as it is for her.

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, as though she is the sweetest candy I've ever had. It makes me groan, feeling it twitch under my grasp.

A soft breath escapes from her, and I know she's coming to. Her mumbled words make me quickly wrap my arms around her legs, pulling her to my face to dive deeper. As I suck, I move my head from left to right, my tongue applying pressure as I fully submerge myself into her.

"Ah—" Her hand is clumsily searching around on my head. "D-Draven—" My gaze shifts upward, noticing her veiled eyes trying to discern what's happening and whether it might be a dream.

I release her clit, grinning up at her before moving down to her cunt, where my tongue pushes into her. Curling it up is what does it for her, and she throws her head back and grips tightly onto my hair.

Pulling it out of her pussy clenching around my tongue, I flatten it and go right back to her clit. She's already soaked, and I'm so proud of her, even though she's turning her gaze away from me.

Her hand clutches my hair tightly, as if begging me not to let go of her pulsing bundle of nerves. One of my hands releases her leg to slip two fingers straight into her. I curl them to brush against that glorious spot that lifts her lower back off the bed.

"Oh—" She's holding her breath, and as I pull back, her grip loosens.

"Breathe, Petit Mouton. "

The intense release of air comes with her legs trembling. One of which lifts to my back, pinching her toes against my skin. I lean back in flicking my tongue in a back-and-forth motion against her clit. Her hand flies back on my head, pushing me down, "Yes—fuck, please! Don't stop! "

I'm ready to burst just seeing the way I'm making her writhe, and if I'm not careful, I may make a mess of her the moment my tip touches her perfect cunt.

I feel her thighs attempting to close, that point of falling over the ledge and when she'll burst all over my face. Truly, having her come all over my tongue will likely be something I dream of forever. This time, though, I want to send her to another star with my cock.

Removing my fingers, I quickly shift off the bed, and once my feet touch the floor, I pull her so hard to me that she gasps. There is only a split second between my lips disappearing from her clit and my fingers replacing them.

Playing her like a guitar, she vibrates and squirms—or at least attempts to. I've got one leg so firmly planted in place she can't move more than a few inches.

"I-I'm—Draven!!" She screams and I can see her abs clenching.

The moment she's tipping over to her orgasm, I penetrate her with my cock, slamming straight into her cervix. The shock enough to pull her from holding back, she comes on my cock and squirts all over my hand, her thighs, and my stomach.

My drive is not gentle as I let her ride out her climax around me. Her hands are pulling the blanket so hard that it's taking the sheet from the mattress.

"That's it," I praise, "Come all over my cock, Little Sheep."

Her eyes roll back as I remove my fingers from her clit and grab hold of her free leg to pull her to me while equally thrusting forward. She's so fucking tight that each plunge into her it's like she's milking me, and I'm ready to drown her in the aftermath. I did last night, and I'm greedy enough to have it again, and again .

There is no hesitation, and as I see her eyes come back to me, I grin. "Good girl." I lean forward while simultaneously beginning to turn her onto her side. One of her legs settling between mine, I lift the other up my chest. "Tell me, how did you sleep?"

My knee presses against the mattress behind her, providing the perfect upward angle to thrust right against that spot that makes her twitch each time I pound against it.

"G-Great…" she pants, my dive pauses as I fill her completely. "Oh—fuck!"

I shift my hand down to her stomach, drifting it toward her pelvis and pushing slightly. "You take me so well." I watch her hands run up through her hair, but I need them elsewhere. "Pinch your nipples, Max."

Her panting as I stay hilt deep in her is intensifying as she does as I command. She grabs her petite breasts and pinches the hardened beads.

"That's it… such a good girl listening to your Hunter."

I smile as I roll my hips, causing her to tremble. I turn my attention to her leg that is resting on my chest. I kiss up her ankle, bringing it down and placing one against her foot. All the while my hand is coming down, my thumb finding her hard bundle of nerves, and slowly begin circling it.

When she moves her hands I pull my hips back and slam against her wall. "Keep your hands there." Her arms tighten at her side as her back becomes a complete capitol ‘C', accompanied by a loud scream of pain, and pleasure.

Biting her foot causes her to jump in, I think, surprise, so I let it go. I'll suck on her toes later, for now, I'm ready to make her come again.

Releasing her leg, I lean forward, and grab hold of her neck, dragging her up to my chest. The cut on her lip is sensitive, but I can tell how much she relishes the pain I give her, so I dive right in. Her tongue welcoming mine without hesitation, and as I hoist her up into my arms, her legs encircle my hips as best she can.

I'm thankful she's not so much shorter than I am, because I'm never able to appropriately fuck someone against the wall. At least with her, I can keep her lips on mine while I piledrive her against it.

I sandwich her against the wall and fuck her without restraint, devouring every moan she releases. I'm equally panting into her mouth, feeling the absolute pleasure she is providing me. The way she's clenching around me as though begging for me to fill her, it's hard not to give her what she wants.

"Tell me, ma douce ," I breathe into her ear, my hands slipping to her ass and spreading her cheeks. "Can I fill this perfect body of yours?"

My fingers slip against her pussy lips, gathering her cum and dragging it back to her tight ass.

She gasps, and I don't ask for an entry ticket, diving two fingers straight into what feels like a hole that rarely gets explored. Both holes grip tightly to me, and I groan, feeling my balls tighten.

"Speak," I demand, incapable of stopping my thrusts into her. The absolute devastation her cunt is providing my cock is bringing me too close, but I won't disrespect her and come inside her if she doesn't give me that permission.

After she throws her head back, she moans through a "Yes!" and I push her down, making her shake. Her furthest wall begging for relief, but all I want to do is break through her. "Oh fuck! Yes! Right—Ah!"

One of her legs slips and she curves her back, my fingers in her ass never ceasing as I hold her up with my other hand, driving back and forth into her while I feel her walls close in on me. The guttural moan she releases has me equally calling out to whatever bitch will listen.

My forehead presses against her shoulder as I slowly pull my fingers out of her ass and hold her down while strings of my cum fight to find a place to fit inside of her. I lift my head slightly, biting down on her neck to stifle the groans escaping from my throat.

"Fuck—" I moan out, and I think I've ruined myself, because I know I'll never get enough.

Damn this Little Sheep of mine.

Her groan is soon followed by a whisper; "So—full—move…"

A rumbling laugh comes from my throat. "Tell me what to do again..." I press my lips against her neck, trailing them up to her jawline where I nip. "And I'll fill something else."

When she puts her hands onto my chest and slightly pushes me back, she is chewing on her bottom lip. "Then I will keep telling you what to do."

My hand comes to her neck, gripping it while I run my thumb across her throat. "Very good."

"You don't lock it?" She asks as I close the door to my trailer behind me and stroll down the three stairs that bounce under my weight.

"No," is all I offer as an answer. That is, until she presses of course.

"Not afraid someone may break in…" I don't even have to look at her to know she has that cheesy grin on her face. "You know, money, electronics, personal belongings? "

I sigh, and shake my head. "Everything important to me stays close." As to make my point, I step right beside her, causing her to crane her head back. "My trailer is where I sleep and eat. Money stays where it belongs, in a bank. I don't have personal belongings, and everything I need data wise, is on my phone."

She swallows. "Okay, Big Guy, you sound like one of those Dateline serial killers with no connection to anything or anyone." The laugh she lets slip turns to a slow, nervous chuckle, as I tilt my head.

"Sounds about right."

I can see that she's about to ask something, but just as we round my trailer, out steps Shade. His front paws extend, and he is leaning forward in a pounce position. This is unusual for him, I rarely see him during the day, and with that being said: did he stay here all night?

"Is that a fucking WOLF?!" Max shrieks, and I groan. She, smartly, jumps behind me. I don't care how badass she is, a two-hundred-pound wolf that likely could knock me over if I wasn't prepared, is something she should be afraid of.

"Yes," I lower myself to my knee, and let out a quick, soft whistle, and he approaches.

It feels like she's about to jump on my back, and I'm unsure of what I'll do if she does. I can't… I just don't know how to react sometimes. I may spank her, that seems appropriate.

"This is Shade. I suck at giving names." He brushes against my hand which is extended toward him. "Shade sounded appropriate since he sort of looks like a shadow."

"Why not Shadow?" She asks.

"Seemed strange to call him that. As though I was calling him my shadow. If anyone ought to be walking beneath the other, it should be me beneath him." Respecting him is easy, because he equally does the same to me, even if he is acting very strange right now.

He lets out a soft huff, shaking his head, before nudging me.

"Come around, Little Sheep."

"Is this why you call me a sheep? Because you are going to sic your dog—sorry—wolf after me?!"

I chuckle, "No." Gently, I take her hand from my shoulder and move her around to my side, slowly tugging her close. "I'm the wolf in our little hunt. I've already eaten you, and plan to do so again."

Without turning my head, I peek at her from the corner of my eye. The blush that is coming over her face makes me hum.

"Anyways," I bring her hand to Shade's snout, "Max, meet Shade. Shade, Max. He already has your scent, but now confirmation of your presence is just as essential."

She's probably as stiff as I've ever felt her, but I hear her take a deep breath, and release it slowly. "Hi Shade." I let her go, and she opens up her palm, allowing for him to rub his wet nose against her.

"He likes you," I comment while standing, I don't pet Shade, because he isn't a dog. I may joke about throwing a ball around or playing tug of war from time to time, but I do not treat him like a domesticated animal.

Except, what the fuck am I seeing?

I've never been surprised before. I'm certain that word has been erased from my dictionary since I turned nineteen, that is, until this moment.

Shade is licking her, and his tail is wagging.

Wagging.

She then starts scratching his head and petting him as if he were a Husky or German Shepherd. I don't want to stop her, but I feel like I should. Especially as it looks like he is falling in love right now. He is sitting without direction, and his tongue is falling out of his mouth as he pants.

I swear if he barks, I'm putting a collar on him.

What is this strange feeling? Probably worry, because I can't have Shade getting attached. If he follows her scent to another state, I'd have to chase after her as well.

"Such a good boy." She's no longer nervous or tense, and I'm relieved, as there's nothing for her to fear from him. I'd never actually send him after her to do damage, maybe for fun, but never to gnaw on her. "How do you put up with the Big Guy? Hmm?"

"Hey now…" I cross my arms over my chest, her smile bright as she looks up at me. For a moment, I just watch her, but I know we need to move on. She couldn't text her friends, and I really need a moment away from her.

Not because I can't stand her, it's the complete opposite. I need to focus and figure out my evening of fun with my Little Sheep. She's going into the mazes, and while I'm not concerned about the first two, I am about the others.

I'm talking as if she'll make it to Marcella's… Can she though?

"Let's go." I extend my hand toward her, and she takes it to stand up. Once she's on her feet, I let go. "Want to learn a whistle?"

The way her eyes widen, as if shocked I'd even consider it, makes me chuckle.

"Oh my God—"

" Petit Mouton, what did I say?!" Never listens…

"Shit! Sorry, yes… I would. Please." After her sheepish expression washes away, she excitedly jumps in place before we start walking. "Will he even come? I've always wanted a p— "

"No," I cut her off, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, a bit too hard it would seem because she winces. "Shade is no pet, not even to me. Pet is defined by ownership. One owned by the other, and that is not what he is. It is why he has no collar, no chain, no tracker. Even when we're on the move, he's never placed in a car or trailer. He runs close to me."

She lowers her hand. "You run with him?"

I give her a look of exhaustion. "Really?"

She shrugs. "What?! You aren't very clear, Big Guy! When you do talk, it's like you talk in code!"

"I ride my bike, Little Sheep. I typically take the scenic routes so he can run free without human interference."

As much as I want to talk about my life, not particularly, she wanted to learn how to call him. So just as she's about to fire off another, I hold my hand up. "Whistle. First, can you?"

"Yes, of course I can—what person doesn't know how to whistle?"

Do I dare admit that I didn't until I met Shade? Something tells me she'd constantly joke about it, so I decide to just shrug my shoulders. "Never want to assume. The command is suck in, and then blow out. When you whistle in, there is a very subtleness to it that is different from the outward blow."

She sucks a whistle in.

"Good, now a sharp whistle outward."

The first attempt didn't go off right, so I command her to go again. The second was better, but she stumbles over the release.

We keep trying, making the walk from my trailer to her rental feel swift. By the time it comes into view, she has it down.

"Well done, now, while you are here if I'm not around for whatever reason and that piece of shit Po comes back, please whistle for Shade." I'm not sure what expression she's giving me, but it's somewhere between admiration and appreciation. Though she doesn't thank me, I can see it between the glint in her earthy eyes.

"This is me…"

As we stop at her front door, I face her. "I know."

"Of course you do…" She groans.

Briefly, my gaze flicks to her lips, questioning if I should kiss her or just let her go, when the door swings open.