The Alpha And His Kitten
*TEEN/WEREWOLF LOVE STORY*
*SOME SEXUAL CONTENT/ REFERENCES*
*SHORT STORY*
Rachel woke up to her alarm playing some noise, these days teenagers considered music. At 17, Rachel had always appreciated the finer things in life. She would never stoop so low as to "follow the crowd".
Rachel had three rules.
One, only brand names. Being the daughter of billionaire, Matthew Foyer, she could afford anything, and everything. There was no need to get knock-offs.
Two, no parties. She did not appreciate teens getting drunk, and wasting their life away, rubbing against each other. Rachel had class. Raised by a single father, and always around business, there was no room for alcohol and drugs.
She would rather shop anyway.
And finally rule number three. Stay away from Brock Sanders. Known as the legendary, "bad boy", he scared her.
Rachel knew she had money. She was not spoiled, but she truly earned what was given to her. Rachel had judgement many rich teenagers DIDNT have, and her father knew that. As long as Rachel got her straight A's every year, and stayed the good girl she was, her dad gave her a gold card.
But who really knew Rachel Foyer? She was a mystery. All the girls at school admired her $2,000 shoes, and her $5,000 purses (of which she had three), but no one spoke to her. Rachel was boring, to everyone. She was rich, beautiful, had sensible style, but utterly boring.
What kind of teenager had an empty mansion, and DIDNT throw at least one party?
Rachel Foyer.
She pushed aside her heavy duvet, and switched off her alarm. The clock showed the time to be half past five, and she yawned, yearning to go to sleep again. But she shook the ridiculous idea of getting up late, out of her head.
"I have to look perfect." She whispered to herself. And she did. Rachel HAD to look perfect. It wasn't a self-esteem issue. She was far too beautiful to be insecure. Since her father was so wealthy, she was always photographed, meaning she HAD to look perfect.
Her morning routine took exactly one hour, and thirty-six minutes to complete, leaving enough time to enjoy breakfast with her father, and get to school before eight.
After picking out a floral juicy couture dress, with nude jimmy choos, Rachel applied her airbrush makeup. After applying her eyeshadow, bronzer, blush, and lip gloss, Rachel got her three leather purses, and made her way to the dining area for breakfast.
Rachel had three purses for three reasons. Her first purse was a chocolate brown bag, which could almost be considered a tote. In here, she carried her notebooks, pens, pencils, and any other school supplies. The second bag, was a smaller mint green one. In this bag she kept her makeup. All the cosmetics in her bathroom at home, had a second set which she kept in a bag. She always had to look perfect. Her last bag was very small, and black in color. All she kept in here was stuff like money, her credit card, her debit card, her smartphone, her tablet, etc. It was carried in her hand, and looked like a laptop sleeve.
"Good morning, daddy." Rachel greeted her father. Matthew Foyer looked up from the stack of papers in front of him, and grinned. He set down his fountain pen, and slipped off his glasses, before standing up and giving his daughter a big hug.
"Good morning, princess." Rachel beamed. She loved that name, and so did her father. Matthew honestly believed his daughter was a princess. She was brilliant, stunning, and whole-hearted. Rachel didn't have a rebellious bone in her body, and as much as Matthew loved it, he knew she lacked in the friend department.
Matthew had gotten concerned about his daughter's social life, ever since his wife, Ann, had passed away. Rachel was wealthy. Even the wealthy had FAKE friends, but it seemed she had none.
He decided to call an old college buddy of his, Jacob Sanders. He voiced his opinions on his daughter's lack in friends, and Jacob said he would send his son to his house after school, Friday, and have him stay with the Foyers for a couple weeks.
"Remember Rachel, one of my old friends son is coming to stay with us for a while. He'll be here around 4 after you get back from school. I won't be home till 10, so I expect you to be very welcoming to our guest." Rachel nodded.
"Of course daddy! You know I would never be rude to a guest." Matthew smiled a sad smile. 'Yes' he thought. Just like your mother. Always kind, and loving.
"Yes princess, I know. Now shall I take you too school? It's almost 7:30." Rachel nodded, and picked her purses off of the chair next to her. Matthew smirked at the sight of his daughter. She was so into fashion, that she couldn't just use a regular backpack. It had to be beautiful, expensive purse- which he did not mind buying for his little girl. To him, she deserved the world.
As Rachel walked into her first class of the day, her phone buzzed in the front pocket of her purse. She carefully undid the clasp, and pulled her cellphone out of its pocket.
'Im not going to be able to pick you up, so I told Mr.Sander's son to wait by your locker. I gave him your locker number.
- love you princess!'
At the text from her father, Rachel smiled. She really couldn't express in words just HOW MUCH she loved her dad.
Looking down at her screen, and not watching where she was walking, Rachel bumped into something hard, which twisted her nose a bit.
"Ow! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, rubbing her nose to stop it from bruising. She looked up, and to her utter horror, saw it was none other than Brock Sanders she bumped into.
Rachel was terrified of Brock. He tended to wear all black, and prints of skulls. His t-shirts consisted of band names, and drawings of monsters, and blood. She enjoyed Mozart, not a band called "I set my friends on fire".
Why would you name a musical group after such a horrible thing? And why would anyone listen to it?
Brock looked down at the small girl, who was now rubbing her nose in pain. He recognized her at first as the girl who's "daddy" was loaded, and half expected her to blame him for their collision. Brock was shocked when she apologized immediately, but suppressed the urge to smirk when she looked up at him in horror.
"You okay kitty?" He said jokingly. She did remind him of a baby kitten. She had a gentle, innocent aura to her. She continued to look at him in horror, frozen in her spot. He took this time to scan his eyes over her body. He listed in his mind everything he saw.
'Expensive shoes, toned but short legs, expensive dress, good sized breasts (B?), and...3 purses?'
Why would this girl carry so many bags? Surely a backpack could fit all of what she carried. He let his eyes go back to hers, and was shocked to see them looking down, with tears. 'Why is she crying?' He asked himself. Suddenly he felt it. Looking into her eyes, his wolf cried out to him
"Mate." Caden, his wolf repeated. Brock smirked at the little cutie who was all his.
"What's wrong kitten?" He asked her softly. He raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, but she flinched when his skin came in contact with hers, and stepped away from him. Her eyes were wide and fearful.
Rachel was terrified of this boy. Everything about him scared her. He had almost an animalistic approach. When he raised his hand, she thought he was going to smack her for running into him.
She had never felt so scared in her life, and wanted him to just walk away. As much as she wanted too, she couldn't be the first one to walk. That required too much courage, something Rachel lacked along with friends.
Brock couldn't describe the feeling, but he DIDNT like it. He didn't like the way this pretty girl was looking at him. She was a kitten, his kitten. All his.
The bell rang for then to be seated, and Brock walked away to sit at his desk in the back, while Rachel looked down and scurried off to her seat in the front.
Rachel couldn't concentrate as her history teacher explained the second industrial revolution. She was still instilled with fear.
Brock never listens to his old hag of a teacher, drone on and on about some stupid stuff that happened a hundred years ago. But today, he was even more unfocused. All he could think about was his kitten in the front, and how he only wished to hold that beauty In his arms. But the fear in her eyes hurt him. And when she flinched at his touch, as if he were going to strike her, he almost cried himself.
She was his mate. His soul. His one. She already thought of him as a monster... Brock could almost feel the rejection coming from her. She would scream, and tell everyone, and get put into a mental institution. That's how it was with his cousin's mate, and he was sure he was going to lose his too.
'Maybe it's the clothes?' He thought. He did look pretty intimidating. But that was how a future alpha was supposed to look- to gain respect.
Brock watched his little kitty sit quietly in class, and thought about what he would need to do.
He would change, he decided. He would change for Rachel. He would start after schoo- no. He had to babysit some loser girl tonight, for his dads old college friend. This girl probably had no life and was going to try and kiss him.
He stared at Rachel.
But even if the girl tried to kiss him, it wouldn't matter. He was already in love with his kitten, and no one else could have his heart but her.
Rachel could feel him staring at her. Was he planning his revenge? She was frightened. Was he going to push her into the lockers? She mentally scanned her locker, to make sure she had a jacket. She didn't want her dad to notice she was bruised. He would ask questions, and she never wanted him to have to worry for her. He was a busy man. Too busy for that.
Was Brock going to hurt her? Was he going to trip her in the hallway, or spit insults at her in front of all his friends? Her heart felt heavy at the thoughts. She was very emotional, and had fragile feelings. She barely had an ego, so it was easy to destroy it. All she had was money.
But money couldn't buy confidence. Money couldn't buy attitude. Money couldn't buy happiness.
Money couldn't buy her mother back.
Rachel felt a tear roll down her cheek at the thought of her mother. Her mother always listened to her problems, and give her advice when she desperately needed it.
Suddenly a growl echoed throughout the classroom. All eyes fixed on Brock who was glaring at the tear rolling down his cute little mates face.
Why was she crying? Brock thought it was out of fear for him, and stood up, stalked to the front of the classroom, and grabbed Rachel, pulling her out of the classroom with him.
As quickly as she could, Rachel grabbed her purses, that leaned against her desk, as she was pulled out of the room.
The class watched in silence, as did the teacher. What could they do? That was their future alpha (and most likely future Luna). They had no right to order him to sit back down. Even the teacher.
Rachel whimpered at the pain in her arm, from Brock's tight grip on it. When the soft sound touched his ears, he froze, and turned towards her, inspecting her arm gently. He saw a bruise starting to form, and ran his tongue over the length of it, licking it gently. He sealed it with a kiss to the injured area, and watched as the injury quickly faded.
Brock's eyes met Rachel's and he saw hers to be clouded with lust. His innocent kitten was turned on, and judging by the smell in the air, very wet.
He internally groaned. The woman in front of him was going to be the death of him. The smell of her arousal was so strong, and smelled sweet, like honey and vanilla.
Brock shook his head. Not the time. He needed to know something.
"Kitten, are you afraid of me?" He asked her softly. She looked up at him with eyes wide. He didn't appreciate the silence after asking her a question. "Answer me." He commanded softly.
Rachel slowly nodded, and looked down.
Brock felt his heart break. She was afraid of him? Did she think him to be a monster?
"Am I a monster to you?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper in the empty hallway. She looked up at him.
"Not a monster, no." She spoke, her voice matching his. "But frightening, yes." He raised his hand to caress her cheek, and again she flinched away from his touch.
"Why do you do that, sweetness?" He asked her. Brock's heart was shattering with every honest word she spoke. "Why do you respond So negatively to my touch?"
Rachel suddenly felt they were too close. She stepped back, and Brock felt defeated. She would never love him. His pack would have no Luna, because she was the only one for him.
If she DIDNT love him, no one would. Brock didn't care for the girls who constantly threw themselves at him. Rachel had his heart.
Rachel stared at Brock as he looked deep in thought. Was he angry? Suddenly, Brock turned away from Rachel, and walked.
Brock's heart hurt. It ached. He needed to get out of there before he cried, and lost every ounce of respect he had. 'I thought mates loved each other no matter what...' He thought.
'Give her time.' Caden said.
'Time.' Brock mentally agreed. He would give her time, but also show how sweet he could be during that time.
Rachel stared at Brock's retreating figure. He looked almost... Hurt? The thought didn't sit well with her. She never wanted to be the cause of someone's pain.
Especially not Brock Sanders.
At the end of the school day, Rachel made her way towards her rarely-used locker, to meet her father's, college friend's son. She wasn't good at meeting new people, and knew it too. What if he came onto her? Rachel has had many come onto her. She is, after all, a beautiful, billionaire's daughter.
Brock looked at the locker numbers. '1134... Where is it?' He mentally asked himself. He turned the corner of the hallway only to see his little mate, looking tired of carrying all her bags. As he approached her, he saw the locker number above her head.
1134.
Rachel's eyes widened, and tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. Was he coming here to yell at her? She looked around the hallway, and swallowed. It was empty. Was he going to hit her with no one around?
Brock could sense his kitten's fear, and smiled a shy smile. She hated him.
"Kitten, it seems I was told to take you home after school by your father." Rachel was shocked. He was coming to her house? What if he hurt her!?!
Rachel sighed and placed her bags carefully on the ground. She turned to her locker and started putting in the combination, avoiding Brock's curious gaze.
Brock watched as his little kitty pulled out a school hoodie. 'What the heck?' He thought as she pulled it on, over her head. 'Its 86 degrees outside!' She looked as if she was going to cry. "What are you doing, kitten?" He finally asked.
Rachel made to pick up her bags, but was surprised when Brock grabbed all three handles in one hand. "I'm putting on my jacket." She whispered, looking down. Brock couldn't help but admire how cute she looked. She was really all his!
"Why, my love, would you put on a jacket. It's too hot outside!" Rachel didn't answer him, and he sighed. 'Whatever...' He thought. He grabbed her little hand with his, gently, and guided her out the school, and to his black Saab. Once he secured her into the passenger seat, he jogged around the car, and got in himself.
As he drove Rachel finally found her voice. "If you're going to hurt me, can you not take off my jacket. The last thing I want is my dad worried about me. He has much more important things to take care of." Her voice was just above a whisper, but Brock's heightened sense of hearing, helped him catch that easily.
Brock quickly pulled over the car to the shoulder of the road and looked at her so fast, his neck almost cricked."what?" He asked, appalled she would think that way.
Rachel sighed and opened her mouth to say it again, when Brock cut her off. "I would never strike you! How could you think like that?!? I only plan to treat you like a princess, and protect you from harm's way. Not bring it to you!" Rachel was stunned into silence. Had Brock Sanders just said he wanted to protect her. "I love you." Brock spoke.
What?
Rachel didn't know what to say. She still feared him, but he was looking at her so... Intimately...
"Why?" She whispered looking down. "Why do you love me? You just met me." Brock groaned. He had to tell her. This is the part he feared. She was going to reject him.
Brock sighed and held her face between his hands, and whispered "before I tell you, can I have one kiss? I need to have something before you leave me. Please?" He begged. Rachel was stunned at the tone this "bad boy" was using. He sounded like a wounded puppy, and she didn't like the feeling stirring inside her. Love.
Love for him.
Rachel nodded and whispered a small okay.
Brock slowly lowered his mouth to hers, and took her lips between his. He sucked and nibbled on her lower lip, enticing a moan from her.
Brock, being a future alpha was quite tall and fit. He was usually very aggressive, and it looked almost unnatural the way he was delicately kissing 4 foot Rachel.
Without breaking the kiss, Brock unbuckled Rachel's seatbelt, and brought her to his lap, so she straddled him. She was still short enough, to where he had to bend his head down and kiss her. He started moving his hands down her sides, and around her back, cupping her small ass.
Rachel had never felt any of these sensations. Everywhere Brock touched, burned. Heat pooled in her core, and she unknowingly started to thrust her hips on his. Brock growled against her lips. His kitten needed a good spanking, that's for sure.
He pulled out of the kiss and she whined, taking his hand and pushing it under her dress. Brock moaned and stared to rub his kitten. She purred, and rested her head on his chest, as his fingers found her little cl!t.
Brock rubbed up and down, over her thin panties, and circled over her cl!t. She whined and thrust her hips, when he delivered a sharp slap to her ass cheek.
"Patience, kitten. I will never leave you disappointed." She nodded, and buried her face in his chest. Brock continued what he was doing, until her panties were soaked. "Baby... My little kitty. You're so wet aren't you?" Rachel nodded against his chest. He continued.
"You're so horny, aren't you my sweet little pus*y?" She nodded again, whimpering more. Brock tore her panties off from each side, and threw them in the back seat of his car. His fingers made their way to his kitten's love button. "You want me to make you c*m kitty?" He started rubbing fast, small circles on her swollen bud, making her juices drip onto his jeans. "You wanna feel good, my sweet, sweet girl?"
Rachel nodded fiercely and gasped as her pus*y tightened. "Come on kitty. Let go. Do as I say. Release." Her cl!t pulled back, as an orga*m swept through her. The second Brock sensed his kitten's orga*m coming, he inserted a finger into her. As she came, her walls clamped down on his finger, and milked it, sucking and pulling it deeper into her moist cavern.
After her orga*m, Brock decided he loved the way she came, so he rubbed her over-sensitive bud again. This time, he went in slow,deep circles, having the pleasure build up. After she came her second time, Rachel fell asleep on Brock's lap.
Brock looked down at his mate. Her juices covered his pants, and her legs were wrapped around his torso. She clung to him like a baby, which made Brock smile. She was his baby. His baby kitten. He adjusted the seat to where he could drive comfortably, and drove to her home with her in his lap.
Brock gaped at the house. He knew she was rich, but this house was almost the size of the pack home! He shook his head and got out of the car with her. As he approached the door, he realized he didn't have the key to the estate. Shaking her awake gently, he grabbed her bags from the car.
"Rachel. Kitty baby, you need to wake up and tell me where you keep the key to your house." Rachel stirred in his arms, and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
"The black purse." She mumbled into his shoulder. Brock grinned at how cute she was, and kissed her cheek, before opening the black purse, and taking out her keys.
Again, he had to laugh at her cuteness. Her key had a design of a small kitten, playing with yarn. His kitten loved kittens. How fitting.
Brock unlocked the door and carried her inside, shutting the door behind him. There was a grand entrance, and two marble staircases on each side of the room, with a hallway in the middle. He guessed her room would be upstairs, and started walking up the right staircase.
Upstairs, there were easily 20 rooms. Every door was white. 'Great' he thought. He was going to have to look in every room, to find hers. At the end of the row of doors, he saw a light pink door, and chuckled. Of course his princess had a pink door.
Brock walked down the hallway, and opened the door. Inside wasn't how he expected. Brock had expected pink and glitter, but inside was very... Floral. Not pink, zebra, or fluff, it was a very natural look, with simplicity only she could love.
He walked over to the giant bed, and laid her down. As cute as she looked, they needed to talk. He sat on the bed next to her, and shook her awake, gently.
"Rachel. Rachel, babe. You need to wake up." Rachel shuffled around and finally opened her eyes.
Rachel awoke, and looked around the room, before her eye landed on Brock Sanders right next to her.
Brock Sanders.
'Why is he in my room!?!' She thought. Suddenly, she remembered everything. She remembered how she had practically forced herself on him, and how he had spanked her for behaving like such a slut, and not being patient. He's probably going to tell everyone how he fingered her.
Tears came to her eyes at the thought of him telling everyone. 'What if daddy found out?' She thought. She could just see the disappointment of her father, and it tore her heart. She loved her daddy. God, she loved him so much.
He saved her.
Brock watched as his mate began sobbing, and gathered her in his arms. "Ssh. Why are you crying my sweet kitten? Why are you upset?" He asked her softly.
Rachel couldn't help herself. As much as she wanted to stay away from him, she wanted him to hold her and never let go. She grabbed the back of his t-shirt, and pulled herself even closer to his chest. After she cried for around 5 minutes, she pulled away, and calmed down.
Brock was worried. Why Did she cry? "Baby, why were you sad?" He whispered. Rachel looked up at him, and her eyes widened at the care in them. She looked down and pretended she was busy checking her perfectly manicured nails.
"Please don't tell anyone." She whispered. "If my dad finds out, he would hate me." Now Brock was confused.
"What are you referring to sweetness?" He began playing with her hair to calm her, and ended up braiding it into one long French braid. He loved how long his mates hair was. It was gorgeous; a light brown.
"Don't tell people you... You know..." Brock had an idea where she was going with this, but wanted to hear her say it. She was going to have to learn, she has to voice her desires and opinions herself.
"No, I don't know kitty," he patted her hair like a kitten, and enjoyed when she raised her head to meet his palm unintentionally. "Please tell me what it is you are talking about." Rachel sighed.
"In the car... When you had your hand... Up my dress.... Don't tell anyone... Please, I'll do anything. My dad would look bad if I were labeled a slut." Brock kissed her deeply, and stared into her eyes.
"You will never be called a slut, and what we do in our bedroom, is our business. No one else's. I will touch you only for your pleasure, kitten. And only if you want me too. What we did today was not you being a whore, it was me giving the person I love pleasure. I love you, Rachel." This was it. Brock took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Do you know what a werewolf is?" He asked her.
Rachel stared at Brock. 'Werewolves? Why is he bringing up werewolves?' "They're those creatures that are half man, and half wolf, right?" Brock opened his eyes and stared down into the eyes of his little mate.
His eyes bore into hers as he nodded. "That's right. Did you know werewolves are born, with a soul mate? When they grow older, and meet this person, they instantly fall in love. It's beautiful, really."
Rachel smiled slightly, still looking into Brock's eyes. "That is beautiful. I would love to have someone share true love with me."
Brock looked down at her hands, and grabbed them in his. "Rachel, I am a werewolf. And you, my sweet kitten, are my other half. My mate."
Rachel's eyes widened. "Please tell me you're joking..." She whispered. Brock couldn't hide the disappointment he felt when she said that. He shook his head.
"I love you Rachel. I will always love you, even if you choose not to except me." Rachel, who's head was down, snapped it back up.
"Not except you? Who do you take me for!?! Of course I would except you because mr.werewolf, as much as I am yours," she pulled his face close, and rested her forehead on his."you are mine." She whispered. "If you are my mate, why would I say no? You said you were born with a soul mate who you will love forever. Well, here I am. Love me."
"You're not frightened?" Brock asked cautiously. She shook her head no. "Do you want to see?" He whispered. Rachel nodded.
Brock stood up, and without breaking eye contact, started removing his clothes. He expected her to be embarrassed and look away, or to question him, but she stared right back into his eyes. When Brock got to his boxers, he paused, to see if she would turn around.
She didn't.
Brock slowly lowered his black boxers to the ground, revealing a thick, 8 inch rod. It stood proudly, and drew Rachel's attention. She wanted to touch it. It was hers wasn't it? He was hers, so his body was hers. She could touch him as she pleased. But right now she wanted to see him as a wolf. She could explore him another time.
Without warning, Brock shifted, and all you could hear was the crackle of bones, and stretching of muscles.
Rachel was now looking at a vicious, 7ft., black wolf. Tears sprang to her eyes as she crawled to the other side of the bed, scared. Caden, the black wolf's, ears turned down, and it's head bowed as it began whimpering.
Caden was beating himself up, inside. How could he have scared her like that? As he became more depressed, his tail lowered in between his legs. He turned around and began walking towards the corner of her room. He just wanted to lay down and cry. Suddenly, he felt a tiny hand caress his fur. He whipped his head back around to see Rachel running her hands through his fur.
"You won't hurt me?" She whispered. Caden shook his wolf head, and Rachel smiled softly. She moved her hand towards his head, and started petting and scratching. Caden made a noise of pleasure, and Rachel giggled. "You're so cute!" She gushed. "Does this mean I can call you my puppy?" She looked at him with such hopeful eyes, that Caden nodded. She could call him anything, and he would love her just the same. "Do you love me Caden?" She whispered, instinctively knowing his name. Caden nodded, and Rachel grinned.
"Good because I love you too. You and Brock."
That was enough for Caden to back up, and shift back into Brock.
Rachel gasped as Brock climbed on top of her, on the bed. "Say it again." He demanded. His authoritative voice, had Rachel creaming. When she didn't answer, he took one of his hands, and delivered a sharp slap to the side of her left butt cheek. "Say it again."
"I love you Brock Sanders." She whispered, almost moaning. He was naked, and on top of her. Rachel was very turned on.
Brock brought his mouth up to her ear. "IM going to fuck you now. I'm going to take you hard, and deep, and fast, till you're begging me to take you faster. I'm going to make you scream my name, and you let an orga*m sweep through you. Then, when I'm done, I'm going to make you suck me till I c*m in your mouth. And you're going to swallow it all, then make me c*m in your mouth again. Are we clear?" He nipped her earlobe as she nodded, and moaned. Her white, lace, panties were soaked through completely. Rachel was very wet.
Brock could smell his kitten's arousal. He undressed her completely, before letting his fingers find her pus*y. His fingers lightly stroked her supple lips, before allowing a finger to slide inside. Rachel was so tight! He slowly pumped the digit in and out, allowing her to get used to the feeling of having something inside her.
Rachel whimpered. This was new to her. It felt so foreign to have his finger move inside her tight virgin vag!na, but there was something else too. There was another feeling that could only be described as pleasure. Now, Rachel's pleasure wasn't toe- curling yet. She still had to get used to this numb feeling.
Brock added another finger and paused when he saw her wince in pain. He leaned down and placed a small kiss upon her lips. "The pain will pass, kitten. Don't worry. Soon, you'll be begging for me to fill you." The husky, deep, low voice he said that in had Rachel creaming. Her pus*y was so sleek, and slippery, Brock noted.
So dirty talk was what she liked? Brock grinned to himself. She never ceased to amaze him. "You want me to fuck you, kitty?" He asked her. She nodded quickly.
"Please..." She whimpered. His thumb brushed over her cl!t, and she arched her hips toward his hand. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and she whimpered. "Brock, no-" she was cut short by a slap to her pus*y, extracting a throaty moan from her.
"You will be patient." He told her calmly, but with dominance dripping from every word. "I will take my time, if that's what I want to do. This pus*y," he smacked it again, and held his hand there to let her feel the warmth of his punishment. "This pus*y is MINE. You are mine." He looked deep into her eyes.
Rachel smiled. She loved being his. With a giggle, Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down so she could rub noses with him. "And you," she whispered. "Are my little puppy." She giggled as he fake glared at her, but couldn't stay mad at her , as she looked so happy and adorable. He kissed her lips slow and short.
"I love you." He whispered to her. She caressed the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I love you too." She said, meaning every word. She may have just met this man today, but she truly loved him, and wanted him to make love to her, not fuck her. Sadly, he just wanted sex. Sadness flashed on her face. Did he just say I love you to get sex?
Brock saw a pout form on his kitten's face, and frowned. "What's wrong, my love?" He asked, cupping the side of her face with his hand.
She looked up into his eyes. "Don't fuck me." He froze. "Not today." 'As you wish' he thought, and tried to get off her. "No!" She cried. "Don't go!" Her eyes teared up. So he was just using her?
"Relax." He said softly. "I was just going to sleep beside you. No sex. I told you, I love you. I will wait however long you wish." She smiled shyly at him.
"What I meant was I want you to make slow, passionate, love to me. Nothing fast, and no dominance. I want you to show me how much you love me tonight." He grinned, and swooped down to kiss her nose.
"Very well." He said. "As you wish."
The night was filled with soft murmurs, and sighs, and 'I love you's. Brock didn't let a second go by without saying 'I love you.' Rachel loved the attention he showered her with. He was gentle and pleasured her just as a virgin should be pleasured. She was touched as a virgin should be touched. Rachel was loved like any woman should be loved.
They seem to have forgotten that Rachel didn't live alone, as they were quite loud, and Matthew could hear them from downstairs where he was reading the newspaper.
But all he did was grin. He knew Rachel was Brock's mate. As an elder to the werewolves, you get such powers.
Yes, Matthew Foyer and Kimberly Foyer were werewolves. They had adopted Rachel when she was 5 years old, when he had saved her from almost being raped by her real father. After Kimberly passed, he decided he wanted Rachel to find her mate as soon as she could. But he had to wait until Brock hit 18 years, before he could track him down.
Matthew couldn't wait for Rachel and Brock to start their lives together. And he most definitely couldn't wait to move into the pack house, and live with his new girlfriend, who was a lone wolf.
She would be a great mother for Rachel.
So I didn't write this. my best fwend did:3
CRUSHED I'm hoping will be done by the end of my spring break. It was really difficult to keep going with it because of the characters name, but I had to finish it for him, because Nate loved it:)
Thanks yew ^.^
~NOAH:D