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  She's only here today because it's Christmas Eve and they had special permission to let her stay the night. She's supposed to be in her own room, door locked and sleeping peacefully.

  "Please, Erik," she cries fresh tears and he is quick to kiss them away, tasting salt on his tongue. He can't help himself after that, pushing her back until she is under him. He lick her cheeks, washing away the scent of despair and desperation clinging to her skin and replacing it with his own. "I don't- I don't understand what's happening," she whimpers, shivering underneath him with glistening, tear-filled eyes looking up at him.

  "Shh... It's alright. I've got you. Everything's going to be alright," he finds himself saying, pulling her into a hug without thinking twice. Her scent is even more potent up close and he nuzzles his nose to her bared neck, breathing in deep. She smells so, so good.

  Letting go takes him a few seconds longer than it should have, but once he manages that, he realizes it's not as easy as just him pulling away. She's clinging to him tightly too, arms wrapped around his neck. "Don't- don't let go of me, Erik?" she pleads, her voice so terribly sweet and tempting.

  He doesn't know what to do with it. "I won't ever let you go," he promises but he does untangle her arms from his and put a little distance between them despite her desperate whines. "I think you're in heat," he says quietly.

  "In heat?" she frowns.

  "Yes. You're hucow," he continues, the word heavy on his tongue.

  "A hucow?" she echoes softly. She's heard of the word before, of course. Hard not to pick up a word or two when she spends so much time in a household full of werewolves. She grimaces suddenly and he can't help but reach for her, grasping her much smaller hands in his own.

  She's cold. He wishes he could pull her closer and hold her in his arms, but she smells so tempting and he can't trust himself not to take advantage.

  "Is that- is that... bad?" she asks at length.

  "No, no," he buries his face in his hands, suddenly grateful that they're talking about this before he loses sense of himself. It's obvious she knows less than he thought. "You're- you're a shifter," he says.

  "Like you?" she asks, beaming so happily at the idea of being more like him that he can't help the twinge of arousal that travels up his spine.

  "Not like me," he answers immediately. "You're something else." Hucow is a derogatory term. She's not part cow, part human. "You exist because shifters are a dying breed. You won't be able to achieve a full shift, but to a shifter, you would smell like one of us, like any one of us,," he explains as best as he can, remembering bits and pieces of what he's learned in the books. She will be able to mate with any shifter, wolf, cat, snake, bird... and their children will take after the father. "You're um- you're reaching full sexual maturity. You're body is ready to-" he chokes on the word.

  "To?" she prompts, leaning forward with her full attention. The front of her dress falls open a little, exposing her soft breasts. He can smell the creamy scent of milk leaking from the tip of her nipples already. He looks down and ignores the growing tension in the pit of his stomach. Blood rushes to the lower region of his body. "I feel- I feel weird, Erik," she whines again, wiping away fresh tears with the back of her hand. "Achy," she whimpers.

  "Where?" he asks without looking up.

  "Here," she whispers.

  He hears the sound of her shifting on the bed, and then a surprised 'oh' when she touches herself.

  "Anh," she gasps again. "I'm- I'm getting really wet," she says, awe in her tone, like she's never experienced arousal before.

  He wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't. She had been so busy making sure her results are the best, joining any extra curricular activities in order to make her resume more impressive. She hasn't had time for any sort of sexual exploration and he knows she spends all of her free time with him. They do homework together. It's painfully domestic but he takes what he can get. And she's here right now, touching herself. He wishes he was a worse man and take her.

  He manages to croak out, "That's good, dove."

  She makes a happy little noise from the base of her throat, followed by a little whine when her fingers delves deeper. She has no frame of reference, she doesn't know what her body is capable of and her first time shouldn't be when she has her heat. It's intense and too much. He has had his ruts before and he suffers through them alone because his family doesn't trust him to not accidentally injure his lover when all he can think about is how much he needs to breed.

  "Do I- Do I put my fingers deeper, Erik?" she asks, pausing a little between every other word. Her voice is shaking as is the rest of the body.

  He wonders for a brief moment if he should call someone in to help them. His mother would know what to do. But the thought of someone teaching her- touching her- makes her shackles rise and he feels a growl bubbling from the pit of his stomach, rumbling outwards.

  "Erik?" she whimpers.

  He digs his nails into his wrists to keep from lurching forward and just claiming her. "Slowly. Don't- don't hurt yourself. It's supposed- It's supposed to feel good," he hisses through clenched teeth. He truly doesn't know if it'll work. All the books say she has to take seed inside her in order to stop feeling this way. They describe it as being aroused, but to a degree where the ache is a physical discomfort, like an emptiness that stretched on forever. It sounds worse than his rut, which leaves him horny and aching, but never to a point where he feels as though he is not in control of his own body.

  For a little while, there is nothing but the sound of her trying to steady her breathing and his pulse pounding in his temples. Then, she gasps, "I um- I think-" she gives a sharp little cry that he knows is from pushing her fingers deep inside herself, something she's never experimented with before. He can't tell if the sounds she's making is more pleasure or pain, so he looks up and he regrets it instantly, because she's really such a terrible, wonderful sight.

  She's all splayed out in front of him, like a feast just waiting for him to dig in. Her legs are spread open and she's tugged her sleeping gown up her breasts, one hand between her legs with her forefinger sliding in and the other massaging her breasts. Milk beads at the tip, dripping down and wetting her stomach. Her lips are parted, the bottom lip bitten red and he wants to lean in and capture that lip for himself, wants to kiss her until she has his mark all over her body.

  The scent of arousal is overwhelming now and when she manages to get a finger inside her, he can't help but lean closer, eyes locking onto the cute pink folds parted to allow her slim finger inside.

  She's really very wet, arousal fluid coating her finger until it's glistening wet. "Is it- am I doing it right, Erik?" she asks, so wholly innocent and uncertain that he groans.

  "Do you feel better?" he manages to growl out.

  "It's- it's weird," she whimpers. "It's weird, but I feel- I feel-" she whines and her finger moves deeper, feeling along her walls as her hips rock up and into her own fingers, chasing after that feeling of fullness. She lets out a low, keening moan and throws her head back. Her free hand closes over her breasts, pinching her pink nipple between slim fingers.

  She looks absolutely delectable, touching herself like a little whore. He's so used to participating in this part of sex that he's never actually seen a woman finger themselves before. She looks so tiny and yet, her finger slides in and out of her hole so easily. He wonders if he could put in another, get her hole nice and stretched so he can fill her up- He shakes his head. He's not going to take advantage of her when she's like this.

  She is a quick learner, eventually figuring out that her clit is exceptionally sensitive. She starts paying attention to her clit as well, abandoning her nipples to rub her clit as she moans and writhes on the bed. She's no longer spread open like she's putting a show for him. She's chasing after her own pleasure now, curling up on her side with her hands between her legs.

  He feels his own cock hardening, straining in the confines of his pants. He's not used to just watching without doing anyth
ing either, but he doesn't want to scare her. She smells slightly frightened still, likely because she doesn't understand what's happening to her body.

  She comes with a bitten off moan, body seizing and tensing, and then relaxing with a shuddering exhale. The smell of relief is sweet on her skin, and a second later, she's aroused and desperate for completion again.

  She looks up with her bright, lovely eyes, lashes glistening with tears. "Can you- can you please help me, Erik?" she asks.

  She sounds so pitiful, like she's in pain and on the verge of more tears and a second later, she is, tears spilling down her cheeks as she gives up fingering herself.

  "Please, Erik?" she whimpers, folding her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She looks so tiny and fragile, all curled up. "Please?" she hiccups.

  His resolve cracks, moving forward to gather her up into his arms. She's burning up, her skin flushed all the way down to her chest. There are pink trails on her arms and her thighs, where she's raked her nails along the skin. It would fade in time and with the shifter blood in her waking up, she'll heal faster than normal humans would.

  It's bad enough with the little distance between them, but this close, she's drenched in sweat and arousal, in those tempting pheromones that makes his wolf surface and howl with the need to claim, to pin her down and rut into her until she's full of his seed.

  "Maybe I'm doing something wrong," she turns her face into his shoulder. "It feels terrible. Does sex always feel this terrible, Erik?" she asks. "Why would you do this to yourself?" she asks.

  "It's not- it's not supposed to feel bad," he manages to say, staring fixedly at the edge of the bed and doing his best to ignore how good she feels underneath him. He rubs her back a little and kisses her temple. She tastes like sweat and arousal.

  "Will you show me? Please, Erik," she sniffles. Her body is radiating heat and she nuzzles against him, seeking out the human contact her body has been craving ever since this started.

  "I- I don't want you to regret this later, dove," he says, his pet name for her slipping out again. Dove, because she's like one, always slipping out of his grip and flying off to do more important things.

  "I won't," she promises. "I won't regret. I want you- I want you to touch me. Please, please, Erik. I trust you. You're my best friend," she says.

  He already feels like the worst best friend ever, making her handle this all on her own, being here at all. He doesn't deserve her.

  Her cheeks and eyes are both fever-bright. She clings to him tightly, hands tightening around his shirt. Her nightgown is still bunched around her waist, showing off pale skin and glistening inner thighs.

  "I could- I could wake my parents. They'd know what to do," he says, but even as he's saying this, she's shaking her head no, tears filling her eyes.

  "No, Erik, "she cries. "I want you- I want you."

  His grip on her is too tight for him to even pretend that he's going to let her go at all. It feels too good. She feels too good.

  She gives a little sigh, relaxing into his grasp, and he presses a kiss to the crown of her head. It hurts that she feels perfect in his lap like this. "I'm right here, dove. I've got you," he says. He's trembling with the effort to push down his instincts and not pin her onto her back, fill her up and fix everything. As terrible as it sounds, he knows that if he fucks her, she'll feel better. He thought he had time. "I love you, dove," he whispers heatedly against her temple, brushing back hair from her damp forehead.

  "I love you too," she answers so readily that he isn't sure he's heard her right.

  "You- you do?" he asks but she's lost to her haze of arousal again, whimpering and arching into him, her voice tight and anxious when she pleads for him to do something- anything.

  She's getting worse, having trouble speaking in full sentences and whimpering like she's in a lot of pain. Her skin is sticky with sweat and hot to the touch. He can feel the heat through his shirt. Her nightgown clings to her skin, sweat making every curve, every dip of her body visible. She almost looks more naked with the shirt on than without.

  "Please, please," she whines and grabs his wrist, guiding his hand between her legs. "I don't- I'm doing it wrong, Erik. Teach me," she whimpers.

  He allows himself to feel guilty about it for all of five seconds and then he's pinning her onto the bed.

  Chapter Three: Knot

  She's so fucking wet inside, so hot and slick, taking two fingers, and then a third easily. His face is pressed to the nape of her neck. She smells so good. He can't help it. He licks up her neck, tasting her sweet and arousal, and then licking up all the way to her mouth, kissing into those perfect, sweet lips and tasting the heat of her body from the inside. She's so fucking wet inside. He pumps his fingers in and out of her, growling when she rocks desperately up into his fingers.

  "Ah- more- more, please?" she whimpers once they part for air. Sweat and tears cling to her brows and he licks them away. She closes her eyes, whimpering as she turns her face to the side, letting her clean the other side of her face as well, though it doesn't seem to be her intention. "Please, Erik. I want more," she begs like she's asking for more cereal in her bowl, like it's something innocent.

  "I don't want to hurt you, dove," he growls because three fingers appear to be the limit, regardless of how wet she feels. It's also partially because he's afraid of breaking her hymen, fearful of causing her even a little bit of pain.

  "Please," she whimpers. "Please- please." She moans and tightens around him, her thighs trembling, legs wrapped tightly around him.

  He has to stop himself from rolling into her, from taking his cock out and just fucking into her hole without further thought. She's so open already, her walls tightening and squeezing around his fingers like she's trying to milk his fingers.

  "More, please?" she pleads.

  "You're- you're small, dove," he says, groaning even as he says it because her walls are tight around him and he's only three fingers in. He doesn't know how long he can hold himself back. His cock is throbbing, hard and eager to fill her up. He can't just fuck her because he loves her. He wants her and he wants to keep her. He's knows without a doubt that he's going to knot her, that his wolf would surge up and join them together, lock her to him so she'll be mated. thankfully, he remembers this bit about the books. She's not going to be pregnant until a few heats later. He won't breed her right away. He groans when she rocks her hips up and into his fingers. With his free hand, he pushes her back down onto the bed, pinning her with his legs on top of hers, careful not to put too much weight on her body. "You're very small, dove," he insists.

  "I'm not," she cries and he tastes salt on her cheeks. He licks it up, hating the scent of despair and unhappiness clinging to her skin. Her hand has somehow found it's way between their bodies, grasping his hard cock. "I want- I want it in, please?" she cries.

  He groans. It's impossible to resist with her begging so prettily, fingers wrapped around his cock. She can't even get all her fingers around his cock. Fuck. He kisses her jaw affectionately before moving his attention down to her nipples, pushing her dress out of the way and capturing the sensitive bud in his mouth, suckling it lightly because she already feels like she's on the verge of coming.

  He's careful not to push his fingers in too deep or too harshly. She's a virgin still, all soft curves and desperate little mewls.

  "You're so lovely, dove," he can't help but say. "Riding my fingers like an animal in heat." He has had many lovers in the past, but none so desperate for his cock, none that he feels so viscerally for.

  "I- I-" Her voice gives up on her when he slides his fingers in deep. The sensation seems to arch up her spine, burning hot. "Please," she gasps, body arching and rubbing her chest to his face shamelessly.

  He grabs her by her hips, pushing her firmly to the bed to keep her in place so she doesn't try to impale herself on his fingers. "I'm going to knot you," he warns. "If I fuck you, I'll knot you. I want to mate you. And it might- it might hurt you
, dove. You're so small," he whines, his wolf eager to take her already.

  "You won't," she cries. "Please- please- I need- I need you inside, Erik. Please," she cries.

  "In a moment," he promises, kissing a wet trail from her neck down the valley of her breasts until he's kissing her stomach and further down, down, down. He pulls his fingers out and replaces the emptiness with his tongue, licking into her tight heat, fucking her with his tongue in and out.

  "Oh!" she gasps and comes just like that, body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her fingers curl into his hair as she arches away form the bed, unable to stop herself from keening and crying out. He keeps licking her through it, sliding his tongue deep and then licking out to tease her clit.

  She is still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when he slides up and tugs his cock free. He's thicker than usual, his wolf so close to the surface that he is bigger there too. He tries to push the animal back to no avail. Thankfully, the rest of him is still wholly human. Her body is still oversensitive from her orgasm, but she's also as relaxed as she'll ever be, so he sinks down carefully, eyes carefully studying her expression to make sure he's not hurting her in any way.

  She is crying, but not from pain. All he scents from her is arousal. He kisses every part of her face he can reach, hands on her hips to keep her still, keep her pressed down even when she's trying to meet him halfway and buck up because he knows she's not ready. As desperate as she is to come, her body is only capable of taking so much and their difference in size is significant, even without adding the wolf factor. He's not even halfway in yet when he feels the barrier that is supposed to mark her virginity.

  It fills him with a sense of pride to know he's the first to take her like this. She's a hucow, which means he'll have to share her with his pack eventually, but that will come much later. He finds himself perfectly fine with that, as long as he gets to have her at all.