Born Bad [erotic fiction]

I watch you out of the corner of my eye. You are, as always, beautiful to me. You are more like a dream of a wolf, than a wolf itself. Thick-furred, your haunches are dark with muscle, and the snow settles gently on your brow like jewels. Gently, gently I begin easing myself into the space between us, closer to you - but a subtle flick of your ear tells me to stay where I am. There will be mention of my behaviour later - but for now you want me to wait until you choose to punish me.

I forlornly place my head back on my paws and breathe out, slowly, thinking of my latest transgression. The cold has made prey scarce, and discipline even more important to the pack. There is no energy to waste on running outside of the hunt, and I longed for the heady dash through our territory, whole body suspended in the air between bounds, weightless and free. I wonder whether the excitement of running again, after waiting so long, got too much for me; I shake my head and close my yellow eyes. As you always says, it's a Reason, not an Excuse. I never, ever should have bitten you, no matter how caught up I was in the joy of the chase: as an alpha it is your right to eat first. I was only playing, it was only meant to be a little nip, but the moment I tasted fresh blood in my mouth, I knew there would be consequences.

The snow on my fur melts slowly and drips down my cheekbones onto my paws, little drops of water falling like tears into the dark space between. My whole body feels heavy and sick. As the sun goes down, the others in the pack quietly move away, to sleep close together in warm piles, content to be near each other, cuddled close. Re-breathing each other's warm breath, they remake the group scent, the scent of our pack, thick and filled with musky hints of green, waterfall bitter, but at the same time warm like rich dark soil. Only you and I remain behind, and my stomach roils with anxiety. The weight of your disappointment, sadness, and my hopelessness, press down on me once more. My breathing becomes panting, as I wonder how long you will chose to punish me like this, with your silence, and the thick, heavy scorn of my pack-mates.

I am focused so intently on you that I move almost before you do, alert to the tiny muscles of your body which signal your impending change in posture. As you stand and pad quietly through the trees, I know you mean me to follow you. I trot eagerly on your heels, pleased that the time between now and your forgiveness grows shorter. You stop when we have moved some distance from the remainder of the pack, and turn towards me. You sit, and I stand still at first, unsure as to what you want from me. I crouch awkwardly for a few moments and then sit down on my haunches, in front of you. The low harmonic of your howl starts to sound slowly, slowly, building until my ears fill with it, my head thrums with it, and I add my own whine of protest to the sound for a moment before biting it off with my teeth on catching your eye.

I remain sitting, while you circle me. The fur starts to stand up all over my body, the sense of threat is imminent. I resist the urge to turn and face you, trying to stay in properly submissive posture. But when you lunge, growling, suddenly nightmare huge and all ivory teeth and claws, my resolve flies away and I turn, wheeling away on back feet and lurching off in a run. You're on me in a moment, you're so much faster and stronger than I am, and I feel you before I see you, black jaws clamping down on the back of my neck, sinking through fur into skin. You shake me in your jaws like prey, throwing me into the air and slamming me into a tree, so that I slump to the ground. Your body is on me again in seconds, and you've got me in a neck-hold. I buck frantically underneath you, but I can't shake your hold. You put your front legs over my shoulders and use your own body weight to force me back into position, into the exact place that you want me to be in.

You mount me, suddenly, unexpectedly, and take a new grip on the back of my neck with your jaws. You enter me without preamble, roughly having me, exercising your right to take what you want, when you want, to assert your dominance over me in whichever way you choose. And what you want right now, is to be inside me. You feel so hard, and your thrusts are passionate but not uncontrolled, rhythmic, pounding into me, pushing me into the wet earth, shoving yourself so hard into me that I feel your heavy balls slap against my skin with each thrust. You're very big, and I struggle to take it all, but I want to, for you - anything for you, you can take anything, do anything to me. I want you to. I need you to. Desperate to be yours again, I need this, I need you to do to me whatever it is that you want, whatever it is that it takes, and as you bite down harder on my neck I feel your big thick knot pushing at me, forcing its way in, shoving itself inside me, my moist cunt stretching and widening to accommodate all of you. Once the knot has pushed all the way deeply in, and you slam into my ruined pussy again, hammering all of yourself deep inside, I feel you start to give me your seed. I feel you spurt with each thrust, it seems like forever, but it is still not long enough - each time you ram into me, your tight knot inside my cunt loosens, and the knot in my heart loosens still further. Each time you drive your cock in me I drink down more of your cloudy fluid that flows into me, drink it deep down with my body.

As you pull out of me I collapse on the ground, exhausted and sore, and my ruined body dribbles semen and blood into the snow, melting patterns like an early thaw. You straddle me one last time as I lie on my side, mounting my head, and I clean you with my tongue, big licks tasting us both together on your softening shaft.

And as fast as you had pierced me, you leave me, tongue hanging from your open mouth leaving clouds of breath in the air; you just leave me, running back to the centre of the pack, while I lie there, content to wait a while until I return, covered in your scent, content to know that I am yours again and beloved.