Reborn as a Side Character in the Beastworld

Squeezed Lemons

A week of being bored to tears went by. The bleeding lasted longer than usual, but I had never been 'usual. I was not allowed to leave my room. Though I suppose I could have insisted, it would make things far more difficult for my mates. So I stayed put. My meals, and buckets of warm water for me to wash with were brought to me. I used the chamber pot when nature called and it was taken care of by one of my mates. They didn't mind. I actually think they liked me being locked up and solely relying on their care.

Kit came to visit a few times but he was being kept busy with Tristan's training. Shuu and Carl were always overseeing the training and they told me that Olly continued to participate as well.

Harvey came and went with tinctures and gave me massages when I was uncomfortable. I felt like the luckiest slug in the world.

Winston stayed by my side almost the entire time so that when the mood finally hit, I wouldn't be dragging a different male to my bed. We entertained ourselves by playing the chessboard I had Shuu make and working on learning letters and numbers. He was a fast learner. He always beat me at chess, almost had the times tables memorized, and he could write basic sentences.

I was in the middle of losing my fourth game against him when my body started to itch all over. It was here. The itch that had to be scratched.

I looked at Winston as he was thinking about his next move. Looking downwards, his long eyelashes hid his silver irises from me and the scar in combination with the serious expression made him look like he was contemplating someone's murder. Strands of his hair fell forward, softening the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones. A small wrinkle appeared between his thick, straight eyebrows and he raised a calloused hand to scratch an itch just below his seductive lips. I could see his pulse beat in his thick neck as my gaze drifted. His dense trapezoids and deltoids hunched forward as he leaned over the board.

I found my self moving from my cross-legged position to being on my hands and knees reaching out over the board, wanting to touch the Adams apple that bobbed like a fishing lure. I was the fish and by just existing before me, he had completely caught my attention.

His eyelids softly raised and his pupils dilated. He watched me as I inched closer to him and his nostrils flared, taking in my scent. A low purring growl started sounding from his chest as my fingertips grazed his skin. The touch was like the gunshot at a horse race. A sign to begin.

Winston flung the chessboard between us and the pieces scattered to the four walls of the bedroom as he closed the distance between us, grabbing my hand with one of his and snaking the other into my hair at the back of my head. He pulled me into a rough and needy kiss, forcing his tongue inside to wrap around mine. Our lips were pressed painfully tight to each other and our breaths became ragged.

He leaned his body forward, pushing mine back as his hands moved to either side of my body. He crowded me with our lips still entangled and I was made to submissively lay down with my upper half on the soft bedding behind me beneath his dominant posture.

Then the door opened. Shuu, concerned over the sound of the chess board crashing against the wall came to check on us. When he did, Winston turned his head to face the wolf and bared his fangs. With his ears back in irritation, he growled a warning and released his beast pressure. Shuu's ears went back in submission and his tail tucked low, but a disagreeing growl escaped his lips before he could stop himself. It was as if he was saying 'I too have a right to mate with my female'. But Winston wasn't having it. Another roar and more pressure forced the wolf to pick his battles and leave the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

While Lance may share, Winston did not. At least not at this moment. He wanted me to himself and he had already been given permission to monopolize my love for the next few days. He wasn't going to let anyone interfere.

With his beast mind in a desperate red haze of lust, he turned back to me. He ripped off the tiger skin outfit I had been wearing for just that reason, and admired my breasts as they bounced free. I squirmed under his gaze and ran my hands up his sturdy chest. I wanted every inch of my skin to touch his. But then his pupils narrowed and a displeased look I'd never seen before crossed his face.

He was looking at my other mate marks, and deciding he didn't want to see those right now, he flipped me onto my stomach while he hovered above me on all fours. With a growl of satisfaction, he lowered his face to his mark above my heart and licked the skin around it with his rough tongue.

It tickled and I squirmed more. I tried to get my hands under me and prop myself up on my elbows but a heavy hand on my left shoulder blade prevented it. His tongue dragged upwards and his right hand moved my hair to the side so he my neck was accessible to him. Then he bit me.

The sharp pain cleared the heat's haze a little and I gasped. I tried to separate my knees, to get them under me in a half-hearted escape but his thick thighs on either side of mine prevented it. Then his right hand slid down my side and as it landed at my hipbone, he gripped me strongly and lifted my ass just a little into the air.

With only my hips slightly elevated, he positioned himself at my entrance that was already wet with my desire and coveted me a fraction of an inch at a time. The sensation was overwhelming. With my knees together and nearly my entire body flat on the ground, I was tighter and at just the right angle that his member slid over the bundle of nerves, causing my insides to spasm.

When he was fully inside, he was still leaning over me, his tongue licking the bite mark at the bend of my neck. His warm chest pressed against my back and I grunted into the furs beneath my face from the weight of him. He wasn't crushing me but I was fully encapsulated by his mass.

 Then he started to move.

With each extraction and insertion, he growled his pleasure. He was large and I was tight, the position adding to the narrowing of my tunnel. Entirely dominating me, only his hips moved the necessary distance to come out and go in, come out, go in. I could feel my ass cheeks rub up and down the front of his hips and his right hand keeping us close, preventing my hips from falling.

"Ah...ahh...agh...ah..." I couldn't help the soft moans that escaped me with each thrust. His pace increased and my breasts chaffed against the bedding, adding to the twinges and spasms of my lower regions.

It was as though he was digging me out, trying to make me wider with each stroke. He ground over the nerves inside me, trying to smooth them out with his ribbed tool. He aimed for the same spot over and over until the knotted tight feeling of my muscles all released in gush of ecstasy as though he had dug too deep and hit water.

My muffled scream was indication enough of the pleasure I was feeling and he used the extra lubrication to move faster, pounding further into me until he stiffened and his ass clenched as he came inside.

He relaxed on top of me for two, three breaths before using his tireless strength to lift me onto all fours. We were not done, nor would we be anytime soon.