Mine

His

I hold my breath as the darkness seems to push against me, only broken by the light of a campfire nearby. The shapes of the shadows change as it flickers, aside from one.
In the darkness, there's a low growl, two shining eyes above it. I can feel the growl hit my chest like a wave when I've wandered too far from shore.
"You don't want to see me," his voice is low, gravelly, halting as if he doesn't know how to use it.
"I do," I whisper, and he stands taller, the moon behind him, ears flicking towards me and then back as he looks away.
"You're going to regret that," he says.
As he steps into the light, I stand my ground. I can almost hear my blood rushing, it feels hotter somehow.
His fur is black and bristling, catching the light. His fangs show even with his mouth closed, claws long and stained with a rust, some of it on his forearms too.
He smells like the forest and something else, something dark and heavy but not unpleasant.
Blood.
He stops a few feet away from me, his eyes glow a dark red amber as he takes me in, nostrils flaring.
"You... you smell..." He's cut off by a low grumble in his chest, taking a step closer. His eyes close halfway as he leans in to sniff my hair, and by my ear I can hear his tongue, licking at his fangs. "Hungry."
"Maybe," I hate how weak my voice sounds after his, but something like a smirk shows me more of his fangs and I can't take my eyes off them.
The tip of his tongue shows between his front teeth, a drop of saliva clinging for a moment before dropping to the dust.
My legs wobble as he circles me, giving my shirt a long sniff. I supposed I'm dressed for this, jeans and a flannel open over a white t-shirt. If he tears me apart the blood will look good on my clothes.
"You're breathing fast," he says, breath hot on my neck and smelling like meat.
I laugh nervously, I can't refute it.
"Are you going to eat me?" I ask, half joking, and he stills. The only thing I hear is the soft crackling of the fire and my own nervous swallow. I suppose he could pounce now, so I close my eyes.
"Only if you want me to," he says, dragging a claw slowly down the middle of my shoulder blades. I shiver, hard, at that, but it didn't hurt.
"It depends," I say, it comes out like a squeak, but I think the last thing we're doing is judging each other.
He circles back around me, trailing his claw around my shoulder then up my throat. I hug myself but I'm not as scared as I should be. If he was going to spread my viscera I think he would have by now.
He leans down to my level, head tilting and ears forward, he's got to be around eight feet tall. He tips my chin up with his claw, it's hard and sharp but doesn't pierce my skin.
Our breaths mix as he studies my face.
His eyes are more expressive than I thought, flooding with alarm and confusion as I reach towards his face.
He flinches and I pause, but the soft whine that aches in his throat compels me and I let myself touch his face.
His fur is softer than it looks.
"This is a dangerous game, Clawless," he says, a nickname for me I presume, close enough that his voice echoes in my chest as well as his. I let my hand run down his face, through the thick fur ruff around his neck.
Since he's leaning over, I can't reach his chest. But he steps closer and I can, resting my palm where I think his heart is.
It's beating, no pounding, faster than I expected given his calmness.
The scent of blood on his breath and thr heat radiating from his body makes me dizzy, and I curl my fingers into his fur as I try to stay upright.
His hand and claws stretch the width of my back as he catches me by the waist. My shirt rides up just a bit as he steadies me, and his claws resting against my skin does little to stop me spinning.
"Dangerous..." I say, pausing to let my eyes close a little. "For who?"
It's more of a groan and less of a growl sound that he makes as I stop wondering how to kiss a werewolf and just go for it instead.
It's a panting kiss, his claws pulling me closer. His tongue is much bigger than mine and rougher, his chest heaving with a low growl as he pulls me close.
"Want to find out?" He asks, breaking the kiss to nuzzle my ear.
I nod, voice gone by now. His laugh is deep and dark but his breath on my neck is warm, the tips of his fangs almost ticklish on my skin as he picks me up, almost no effort at all.
"Oh, Clawless, be careful what you wish for."
I cling to the fur on his broad shoulders as he lifts and carries me closer to the fire.
"What's your name?" I ask, skin tingling where his tongue licks up my neck before he sets me down on the ground. There's pine needles and dirt but I hardly care as he leans over me, pushing me back onto my elbows.
He chuckles, mouth open, some hot drool dripping down and landing on my chest.
"Daunter," he says, and before I can say he's not all that daunting, he leans back, raking his claws down the center of my body.
My shirt tears open, and I feel the sensation of scratches though I'm not bleeding. I gasp at the chill of the night air so sudden on my skin, my nipples hardening as I shrug out of my flannel and the tatters of my t shirt.
He grabs my arms and pushes them above my head, pinning them there with one hand while he sighs against my neck.
"Not frightened yet?"
I am, of course I am. His fangs are sharp and almost glow in the firelight, inches from my face. Still, as fast as my heart races, it's everything I can do to keep from grinding against the seam of my jeans.
"No," I tell him, hearing my own whimper as he drags his tongue up from my navel to my chest, finding one nipple and then the other.
"You taste... divine," he says, a hungry echo of ache in his voice. "I'm trying... to control... myself."
His hips make the same rocking motion mine want to, and on the inside of my thigh I feel him grow. I think it will stop but it doesn't until I feel dizzy. I can take that. I can totally take that.
"Don't try," I tell him, looking down to watch him rub the shaft of his cock against me, the tip ending well above my fly, somewhere near my belly button.
He chuckles, breathing hard.
"You are reckless small one," he says, a glint in his eye. I push myself up against the weight of his cock, if he weren't so big I'd wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer because the light friction is torture.
He groans softly as precum drips onto my bare stomach, rubbing himself a little faster against me.
"Your mouth," he says abruptly, stretching his hindquarters and pushing the wet tip of his cock up my body. He lands with his knees on either side of my waist, letting go of my arms to brace himself and nudging my lips with his swollen tip, red in the light of the fire.
I grab him with my hands, stroking for a moment, looking up at him as I carefully lick the top of it. His precum tastes hot and salty, and more drips out as I pull harder.
"More," he growls, letting his tongue slip out the side of his mouth as he pants, humping his hips eagerly. It's a stretch, but I take a deep breath and suck him into my mouth.
His cock is hot and hard in my mouth as he pushes it deeper. I don't have the leverage to suck, but he doesn't seem to care as he starts thrusting. My drool pools and begins to spill down my cheeks, I rub some into the shaft that won't fit.
I stroke him as he pants louder, soft groans mixed with the sound of his heavy breathing. My hands bump down to his knot, and I rub that too. When I do, he gives a gurgling, very loud growl and pumps his hips shorter and faster, reaching back with his hand to grab my crotch possessively, rubbing it hard enough to make me moan around his tip.
"I need to take you," he says, and I gasp for breath as he pulls out of my mouth, strings of saliva following his cock.
I wiggle out of my jeans, his claws scraping but not injuring me as he yanks them off roughly, throwing them somewhere into the forest behind him.
He flips me over, hands pulling my thighs apart, first nosing me and then lapping at my nakedness.
His tongue puts me into a trance, his hands and claws enough to keep me warm.
"You taste even better down here," he says, then plunges his tongue inside me.
"Mmph," I answer, digging my hands into the dirt and not caring that it's sticking to my chest and mixing with his precum and my spit. I don't mind some mud.
After a few head spinning minutes, maybe an hour, I've lost track, he stops, giving me one more rough lick.
His voice is husky when he speaks next, and I look back at him to see him lick his lips, a hand stroking his hard, dripping cock.
"Are you ready, Clawless?" He asks.
I nod, and take a deep breath as he positions himself behind me. One of his hands grips my hip, holding me still. The other comes to rest near my prone arm.
He starts slow, a careful push, working his way in. I feel him shaking, his whole body trembling above me.
"I am trying... not to hurt you," he says, a whine in his throat.
"You won't," I say, letting my back arch more and rocking my hips back against him, taking him deeper into me.
He growls and his claws on my hip tighten, not breaking the skin but digging in.
"Please," I say, and he leans down to pant near my face as he obliges me, shoving all the way in except for his knot.
I grab his forearm as he starts thrusting, at first staying mostly deep inside me, then finding a primal rhythm to pound in and out in long strokes.
His growls and pants become a rhythm too, making a song in the dying embers of the fire as he pulls me back against him with his claws.
"You are mine," he says, sounding lost in it. I wonder if he's as entranced as I am. "Mine and no one else's," there's anger in his voice at that, his growl darkening. The sentiment and the way he's pumping faster into me brings me closer and I fight it. I want this ache inside me to last as long as possible.
"Mmhm," I say, and he snaps his teeth, drooling on my shoulder.
"Say it, say you're mine," he demands, moving faster, deeper inside of me. He moves his hand to the back of my neck, holding me still as his claws sink into my hair.
"I'm yours," I say, and the way he groans at that I know I have to say it again. "I'm yours and I want you to use me however you want," my voice bounces with the pounding as his hips slam against my ass.
"Yes, yes, you are, I will," he pants, deep enough I can feel his knot pushing against me with every thrust. It makes my pulse quicken, imagining it inside. Fuck I really want it inside. "I am... close, Clawless," he whines, one arm wrapping around my waist.
His other hand curls, claws easily sinking into the ground, anchoring us.
"I want it," I gasp, on the verge of cumming myself.
He reverts back to deep, short strokes, pumping his hips quickly as he humps me with a feral kind of abandon.
"You shall have it," he growls, somehow softly this time, and slows for a moment.
I hold my breath as he pushes his knot into me. "Mine," he says, a growl rumbling in his chest as he presses his whole body closer to me. "Mine, mine, mine," he repeats it like a mantra, keeping his knot inside, but moving it rhythmically. He presses the side of his face against mine, his tongue licking out against my lips. It's enough to make me cum, hard, going weak in his arms as he wraps both around me, supporting us both with his haunches.
I drool myself as my orgasm rocks my body, as I feel his hot sticky cum shoot out again and again inside me. His chest shakes with a guttural sound, somewhere between a howl and a whine, rumbling down into a growl again. For a moment he locks his teeth around my shoulder. It's almost tender how he bites me, though the flash of pain tells me he must taste blood. He marked me as his and it's worth the pain.
"Mine, mine," this time he says it is almost a whisper. "Only mine," his hips still thrust against me, and he pants against my neck, body convulsing with the last of his orgasm before he falls onto his side, bringing me with him and pulling me close to his chest.
He keeps rocking his hips, lapping at the droplets of blood in tiny pools and rivulets on my shoulder.
"I am so sorry," he groans, "I truly tried."
I turn my head to meet his tongue with my lips, breathing heavy but lulled by the rhythms of his body.
"I don't mind," I tell him, and he licks me more, wetting my face with his saliva.
"You are a strange human, Clawless," he says, shivering as he carefully pulls out of me, followed by a fair amount of his cum, running down between my thighs. I reach back to tentatively rub his ear, burying my fingers into his rich fur.
"I try to be," I tell him, unable to hold back a smile as he slips his now slightly more limp, still substantial, cock between my wet thighs. I feel his body relax, aside from his arms, which stay locked firmly around me. Occasionally he rocks his hips, a few small spurts of cum leaking out when he does. He chuckles when I catch some with my fingers and suck them clean.
"Truly strange," he murmurs, voice still as rough as ever, but sleepy this time.