Fern's Perspective
Giovan slowly pulled away from my neck. Our eyes locked in.
"Who do you belong to, Fern?" He asked.
"You," I said. My inner wolf growled in desire. Something about Giovan attracts me deeply, I found his scent addicting, and my wolf now can't stand being away from him, not even an inch.
"Who?" Giovan asked again.
"Who owns you, little tree?"
"You do," I said again.
Giovan pushed the hair off my neck, staring darkly at the mark on my neck. He draws a smirk.
"Do you know what else happens on the night a she-wolf was claimed by her fated mate?"
I looked at his wound.
"H-How can we mate when you're hurt and weak?" I asked. Giovan lifted my chin, gently crashing his lips with mine.
"Part your lips wider, Fern," he whispered. I pulled away from him remembering something.
"You remember it now. Our first kiss," he whispered to me.
"I thought you'd forget about that night." Giovan wanted to kiss me again, but I avoided his lips.
"Is that the reason why you were exiled from the pack? Did Daddy catch us kissing back then?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Fern," he said. His lower lip nibbles mine. I pushed Giovan, his lips trailed kissing on my jaw.
"It does matter, Giovan. I was drunk that time too. I-I was the one who initiated that kiss. I was jealous of Carrie, b-but how come I couldn't remember any of this years ago?" I asked.
Giovanni was forced to stop kissing me.
"Why do you think?" He said, urging me to think more.
"Could it be that they made me drink something that possibly erased my memory?" I asked.
Giovanni chuckled. He didn't confirm anything, but I know now that those happened.
"Can we talk about this later or tomorrow, kid? I can't stop myself anymore," he whispered, begging.
"Kiss me, Fern. The affection that your parents tried so hard to make you forget. I need you to make me feel it."
I looked at his glossy lips that he just licked.
"Y-You stopped bleeding!" I said, overjoyed.
"Mating with m-me will help you heal faster?" I asked.
"That's what I had been saying all this time, baby."
I gulped.
"I'll go easy on you tonight," he promised. I nodded my head at him. I leaned closer to his face and kissed him.
Giovanni's arm slowly swaths my waist, moving me to sit on his lap.
"Stick out your tongue, Fern."
"H-Huh? W-Why?" Giovanni held my neck, angling my face to gain better access. His mouth slurps my tongue, sipping it like a lollipop. I felt a chill down my spine and kissed him the same way he did, but my knowledge of this would never amount to his.
Moaning inside of his mouth as he held my waist and moved it to grind on his bulge. I opened my eyes only to see him watching me darkly. His mouth savored mine again.
"Fern?"
"You know how I respect you, right?" Giovan asked.
"I do." Giovan roughly runs his finger on my lips.
"Good. I want you to remember that because I might make you feel that I don't if I do all the things that I want to do to you tonight," he said carrying me to one of the tents on the mating ground.
Giovanni gently stripped my shirt off me. He started kissing and licking the cheek of my boob while his finger unclasped my bra. I sat on the bed while he remained standing in front of me.
"Do you want to open up my pants?"
"H-Huh?" I exclaimed, shocked.
Giovanni chuckled sexily. He took my hand and placed it on the buckle of his belt.
"Unbuckled it and free my dick." My face reddened.
"Fuck, I love how shy you are right now, Fern. It makes me want to fuck the shit out of you and show you how wild you can be too."
My eyes widened. I backed away a bit seeing his thing.
"H-How long are you?"
"Seven."
"Seven i-inches, G-Gio? I-I don't think you'll fit on me."
"I will, it will ruin your little pussy, but I will. You can take me, Fern. You'll take me like the good girl that you are." Giovan pushed a finger inside of my mouth and then he guided me to part my lips.
"You're scared," he said.
"G-Giovanni..."
"Open your mouth, Fern," he said palming his dick that was pulsating on his fingers.
I swallowed again.
"C-Can you let me do it to my own p-pace?" Giovanni kissed the top of my head.
"Of course, baby."
Giovanni took a step closer to me.
"Never mind, if you can't," Giovanni said before I could touch it.
"I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry," I stuttered.
Giovanni pushed me to the bed. He pulled my jeans and spread my legs. Seeing how wet I was down there made him smirk.
My back arched and erotically called his name as his thumb gently rubs my clit, playing with my folds.
"Fuck, I want to eat your sweet pearl and let you cum on my tongue then I'll kiss you, so you can taste just how sweet you are, Fern," he said.
"Ahh f-fuck, G-Gio! Gio, stop oh s-shit!" My toe curled. Even pulling his hair didn't do anything.
The orgasm ripped through my body, but Giovanni continued to ravish my throbbing flesh. When he looked up, I can still see some of my juices dripping from the corner of those damn sinful lips.
My fated mate crawled on top of me. My eyes shut and I whimpered when I felt his hot thing rubbing against my wet, and dripping cunt.
"Wrapped your legs around my hips, Fern," he whispered as he kissed my nipples. Getting impatient, he helped me do it.
My eyes rolled back and I screamed in pain when Giovanni pushed all of him inside me in one go.
"You said you'd go easy on me ahh!" Giovanni thrust again.
He continued to push and pull himself and then opened his eyes to look down at me.
"I can't, Fern, but look at you," he said looking down on his dick that was well buried inside of my pussy.
"You're taking me well, and you look fucking beautiful moaning and writhing under me, mate."