Thread: A Wolf's Desire (BurningWillows & Periodical)

Aubrey was cute. Her small order did not surprise Tatiana, but the princess did find it adorable. Without onlookers, Tatiana didn't mind Aubrey's honesty. She actually reveled in it. If her father had been in the room though, Aubrey's life would be at stake. There were few rules in the clan, but they were important and upheld by almost all clans. Breaking those rules meant death. And one of those very rules was wolves could not demand or order any Alpha or Alphaborn. It meant her father's word was law, and no one could attest him. Except Tatiana, who as an Alphaborn surpassed that rule. But Aubrey did not. There were other rules of course, all to keep the balance and equality in the clan. Tatiana knew them all like the back of her hand, having being taught them many times over as she grew up in the palace. Now they rang in her head loudly, reminding her she needed to protect her little redhead. Her beautiful Aubrey, who was sprouting a plot of running away together. For one, Aubrey and her would be seen as deserters and no clan would take either of them in. They would lose their packs. More so, Tatiana would be seen as an enemy to the clan for deserting her post and family, and they'd be hunted down and executed. It was no life to live, always running, always scared. Aubrey deserved better. Aubrey we- her words were cut as Aubrey's lips crashed back into hers, cutting off all thought and reason. Her lips opened as she invited her tongue in, swirling it around with Tati's, her throat humming at the taste of her. Small hands tugged at her dress and Tatiana stepped closer, diminishing the space between them so Aubrey could tug at the strings of her dress at the back, which would loosen enough to just slide down her body. Her own hands tugged at Aubrey's furs, wanting her as much as the redhead wanted her princess. I want you, she groaned into her lips, kissing her hungrily. Claerissa was powerless to stop him. He had her in his grasp, and there was no amount of squirming or wiggling that would free her. Her eyes remained squeezed shut as she felt every second of his touchings, hyperaware of his finger below. She wanted to cry, to scream. But that would only get her in trouble. And she did not want another beating. Please, she whispered, his lips peppering her neck with kisses and nips. She did not mind his lips, but his fingers were what scared her. No one had touched her like this in her life. No one was suppose to till her eighteenth when she wed. Those hopes had died though when her clan did. She was a victim of the war, a slave to the new clan. To the prince. And she knew no amount of pleading would stop this. He owned her body. But she promised herself he would not take her mind too. He shifted, pulling her to him as his back slide down the headboard and her back pushed into his chest. Now she could stare at the ceiling, noticing the mural painted above. Wolves fighting wolves. Aeri did her best to focus on it, rather than the fear bubbling up within her. It was no easy task as his teeth sank in and suddenly his middle finger did too, making her cry out a little. It felt foreign and strange as he wiggled his finger inside her, and she tensed. This was not how she wanted it. His teeth dug in too, breaking the skin a tad more viciously, an old wolf tradition of branding and claiming.When a wolf bit a wolf's neck and held it, it meant they were claiming them as their own, as their mate. It was normally a statement between lovers, but here it had a much different connotation to Aeri. He was claiming her, not as a mate but as property. As his to fuck and tease as much as he wished. Her body was his to play with, nothing more. At least he was gentle. His words did nothing to soothe her, and his expectation of her to like it seemed like a tall order for the young wolf. How could she like this, when she had no say? Was it not enough that she wasn't fighting him, that she lay in his lap without squirming? With how small she was his body easily dwarfed hers, making it impossible to move with his arms around her. Her ass pressed into his groin as he slid more fingers into her, and her bottom lip shook, fighting back the urge to cry. She would not let him see the tears. She would not look weak to him. His next words hit her hard, but made her think. Would it have been easier? It would have been easier to hate him had he done so. Don't let him into your head. He's playing mind games. Don't listen Aeri, don't listen. He just wants you to be willing. Biting her lip she said nothing, feeling him began to move his fingers in and out, swirling them around. What was he gaining out of this? Did he want her to enjoy him taking her body against her will? She shook faintly, not from want but from the effort it took to not cry or scream, or cause any fuss. Things went easier when she complied. At least he was gentle, she could give him that. His hands picked up more speed, as she fought back the soft gasp in her throat at the feel of it. It didn't feel...bad. If it wasn't being forced on her Aeri might actually like it. But she wouldn't let how it felt cloud her judgement. No, she couldn't. So focused on fighting her own emotions, Aeri hadn't been aware of his other hand until it pinched her nipple, surprising her. The small pleasure-filled gasp left her throat, and her eyes popped open, cursing internally at herself. His hand continued up to her neck, then to her jaw, turning her head and forcing Aeri to look him in the eyes. The young girl didn't dare look away or close them, knowing that would only infuriate him, and at the moment his movements were gentle, not abrasive. His lips set to hers again, this time a little rougher. She remained still, neither giving in nor pulling away as she lay trapped against him. His tongue suddenly forced itself into her mouth and her eyes widened a little more, feeling it tickle the back of her throat as she gagged, her own tongue swirling around his, unsure of where to put it. He had all the control, and Aeri could do nothing but obey.