Short Steamy Compilations - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

He stepped inside silently, watching the way her lashes fluttered. She woke slowly, blinking confusion into the air—until her gaze landed on him.
A savage grin stretched his face, distorted by the elongated fangs and snout. He could feel his cock hardening fully now, jutting forward like it had a mind of its own.
Kiera stirred on the bed, her body still sore and sticky with his previous use, lashes fluttering open just in time to see the shadow slip inside. But it wasn’t Ryker—not fully.
Her breath caught.
It was him, but… monstrous.
Muscles rippled beneath fur. Claws scraped lightly against the floor with every heavy step. His eye locked onto her with a possessive hunger that made her core clench instinctively. She should’ve screamed. Run. Pleaded.
But her body reacted first—heat pooling low in her belly, shameful and aching.
His massive form stopped at the foot of the bed.
“R-Ryker…?” she whispered.
No answer.
Only a growl.
It rumbled deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through the room, making her nipples harden and her thighs press together despite herself. She remembered that sound. He made it the first time he took her—when his cock was buried to the hilt, threatening to split her in two.
His head cocked slightly, like a predator sizing up his prey. Then he sniffed.
Once.
Twice.
Then his tongue—a thick, obscene, wet muscle—slid out and dragged slowly over sharp teeth.
“You’re wet,” he growled, voice deep and distorted by the shift. “Little wolf… you want the wolf now?”
Kiera’s breath hitched. “No—”
But her scent betrayed her.
His nostrils flared, and suddenly he was on the bed, towering over her. She scrambled back until her spine hit the headboard, chest heaving.
Ryker’s clawed hand shot out, grabbed her ankle, and dragged her back under him.
“No running. Not from me,” he snarled, fangs inches from her throat. “You’re mine.”
“I’m not yours!” she cried, trying to twist away.
“You are,” he snapped, claws ripping the sheets beside her head as he loomed over her. “The moon says you are. My knot says you are. And this little cunt—” his paw slid down, claws grazing her inner thigh before two thick fingers pressed between her slick folds “—is soaking for her Alpha.”
She whimpered, both in fear and humiliation as her body betrayed her again.
He laughed darkly, dragging his fingers up to her lips. “Lick.”
She shook her head. His free hand tangled in her hair, yanked it back until her mouth opened in a gasp—and he shoved his slick fingers inside.
“Good little girl,” he growled. “Maybe I won’t gag you. Yet.”
She coughed, choking as he pulled his fingers free and smeared her juices across her cheek, marking her.
He yanked ropes out, forcing her wrists up above her head and binding them to the headboard in seconds. The scratch of the rope on her raw wrists made her hiss, but Ryker didn’t care. Pain was part of this.
Next came the collar.
She didn’t even know where he got it from, but the moment the thick leather strap clicked into place around her throat and locked, her pussy clenched again.
His growl deepened. “Fucking knew you liked it. You get wetter every time I ruin you.”
“Y-You’re crazy,” she whispered.
His muzzle dipped close to her ear. “Then scream like you’re scared of me.”
He shifted down her body, licking a long, hot stripe from her belly to her clit. His tongue was too long. Too warm. Too wet. It wrapped around her swollen bud and squeezed, sending shocks of sensation through her like electricity.
“Ah! No—Ryker—”
Slap.
His paw smacked her thigh, hard enough to sting. “You don’t get to say my name. You don’t get to speak unless it’s to beg.”
She bit her lip. Her wrists strained in the restraints, but her legs were still free—until he moved again.
In seconds, he grabbed her ankles and forced them apart, yanking them wide until her cunt was fully exposed to him. Her thighs trembled.
“open up!” he growled.
She hesitated.
Slap. Right across her pussy.
She screamed.
“I said— open.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she obeyed, spreading her legs more widely giving him a more vivid view of her pussy.
He purred—lowly. “Good slut. Just like that.”
He lowered his head again, burying his tongue between her folds. But this time he didn’t tease—he devoured. Sucked her clit, spit on it, slapped it with his tongue, shoved it back into his mouth and growled against it until her body twisted and arched beneath him, sobbing and shaking.
When her first orgasm hit, she didn’t even realize she was screaming his name until his claws dug into her thighs.
“Did I say you could cum, huh?”
“I'm sorry—I couldn't—ahh—!”
He slapped her pussy again, twice, and her whole body jerked.
“That's what happens when you disobey. You get punished.”
Then came the toy.
It was long. Cold. Shiny.
Her eyes widened when she saw the silver plug in his clawed hand—wolf-tail shaped, with a thick bulb meant to stretch her open.
“Oh my—”
He shoved the base of it between her cheeks, rubbing it against her tight hole coated in his spit and her slick.
“You’ll take it. And then you’ll take my knot.”
Ryker watched her squirm beneath him, saw the shame twist her face as she bit back a moan when he pressed the plug against her back entrance again.
“Look at that,” he sneered. “You say you don’t want it, but your hole’s twitching like it’s begging to be stuffed. Filthy little thing.”
“I’m not—” she started, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He didn’t wait.
With one brutal thrust, the plug slipped in, forcing her tight muscle open. She cried out, jerking under the ropes, but he just chuckled low in his chest.
“Now you’re ready to be knotted,” he said, voice like gravel and heat. “You’ll take it, because I know your body want it.”
“Urghh…Ryker~ Mm—”