Taught By The Wolf

This is not a stand alone.

Bought By the Wolf, Part One https://www.inkitt.com/stories/erotica/1202733

Onya is a rare half-shift rabbit shifter who lived a life of quiet desperation in her small, rural hometown. Unable to fully shift and deemed “unmarriageable” by her family, she was burdened with chores and the care of her numerous younger siblings.

Everything changed when Eric, a powerful and terrifying alpha werewolf, arrived in town. Claiming an ancient right, he bought Onya from her family, revealing that she was a “Red Hare,” a universal breeder promised to him by the forest hag. Eric’s possessiveness was immediate and overwhelming. He introduced her to intense, often frightening sexual experiences that blurred the lines between pleasure and fear, awakening a submissive desire within her that she struggled to understand.

Overwhelmed By the Wolf, Part 2

https://www.inkitt.com/stories/erotica/1237986

Overwhelmed by the Wolf, Eric transported Onya from her familiar surroundings to a secluded cabin at the edge of the Darkling Forest. After spending a sensual night alone with him and his beast, Eric presented Onya with a wolf’s-head collar and leash, along with a magically linked anklet, solidifying his claim and control.

Together with Matty, they drove to the city, stopping only for lunch at a restaurant. Eric’s dominance was on full display, forcing both Onya and Matty, his second-in-command, into a public exhibition of submission.

The introduction of Solange, a cat half-shifter, and Herr Beck revealed a wider world of shifter politics and the existence of a powerful governing body, the Legis. Onya learned of Eric’s long-standing feud with dragons, his controversial past, and his plans to manipulate the Legis through her.

Onya's journey culminated in their arrival at Eric’s lavish and imposing estate. Reeling from the day’s events and Eric’s constant control, Onya found herself facing a new threat: his estranged wife, Helene, who had orchestrated a party in their absence, a clear act of defiance. Eric, enraged by this challenge to his authority, made it clear that Helene’s position was precarious and that Onya, despite her confusion and fear, was now at the center of a predator's power struggle.

Oh Her Knees

Onya’s knees pressed into the velvet cushion between Eric’s shiny leather shoes, the soft fabric against her bare skin doing little to ease the tremble in her thighs. Her new bedroom hung thick with his scent of musk, forest rain on green, and his salty tang. Above her, Eric loomed in the high-backed leather chair, his shirt splayed open to reveal the hair curling across his scarred chest, his belt clenched in one fist like a whip waiting to strike. His other hand worked his cock in slow, deliberate strokes, the thick length glistening with pre-cum. She wanted her mouth there. She was more than willing to obey his command. Watching him sprawled in that chair unraveled her own desires bit by bit, setting them free, taking her to that place where it was just the two of them together and nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. Not even the wife. Eric’s eyes—amber in the dim light, pupils blown wide—never left hers, holding her captive as surely as if he’d bound her with chains. “You want this, don’t you?” His voice was gravel and smoke, the question rhetorical as his thumb circled the slick head of his cock, gathering evidence of his arousal. The controlled power in his forearm as he maintained a torturous pace made her salivate. She licked her lips and nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, unable to fight her breathless lungs for the air needed to think and make words. His eyebrow rose, worthlessly demanding a clear answer. “Yes, Sir.” Her tail twitched as she acknowledged the truth, the tuft of her fur caressing her skin. With her hands gripping her wrists and her elbows behind her back, the position thrust her chest out lewdly, just as he’d demanded. She didn’t know how to do this—had never done it—but the way his gaze raked over her, hungry and taunting, sparked a flicker of resolve. She wanted her mouth there. More. She wanted to please him. The collar at her throat felt tight, the wolf head right at the base of her throat, a vow she couldn’t shed. “Good girl.” His words landed on her skin, everywhere his eyes touched, and she absorbed them. After years of not being good enough, every bit of praise from this monster of a male—her captor—seemed doubly valuable. “Come closer. You can’t reach my cock from there. Remember, no hands.” “Yes, Sir.” She scooted closer until she was eye to eye with his cock. “Cock sucking is a two-year course at the Legis school, but you will not be participating. You will still have to attend, however. Not by my choice.” Onya stopped and looked up at him. There would be a class for this? “The Legis loves its posh and circumstance. There are many functions at court and at court events where prey serve predators. In public, there is a mandate for everything.” He elaborated before rubbing the wet tip of his cock across her chin. It was warm and slick. And it tickled; she loosened her arms to rub at the mess he’d made. “Don’t you dare.” She froze. “This is lesson one. If you take your hands from behind your back, you fail.” “Oh.” “To graduate the class, you will have to make me come and swallow all of my cum in front of an entire room of people.” “Oh.” “That’s all you have to say?” She didn’t want to fail, but she didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t think beyond the moment. A room full of people? Her mind refused to go there. She knew that she must sound simple-minded—she felt simple-minded. Cocooned in this space and drugged arousal, the import of what he said floated around her in a milky, gauzy mist. She’d have to sort it out later. “After today in the restaurant, I’m sure you will have no issues.” “Sir.” She didn’t know what to say to that. “Master. Say it.” “Master.” “Humm, I’ll enjoy teaching this. You’re gonna take your time with my cock, figure out what I like, and you’re gonna do it right. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Her ears drooped slightly, challenged. She didn’t want to fail, did she? She had to pay attention. Do this right. Heat flooded her face, spreading down her neck to pool in her chest where her heart hammered against her ribs. He released his cock, letting it jut free between his spread thighs. Intimidating, animal-like, it was big, with an odd swell at the base hinting at his knot. She hadn’t noticed that before. “Start with your lips. Kiss it. Soft. Up the side, then down. Don’t use your tongue yet—I’ll say when. Hands behind your back.” She leaned forward, awkward until her face hovered over his lap. His earthy, predator scent hit her harder here. His predator lust scent, lust for her, was a madness-inducing perfume, making her want things no self-respecting doe should want. Following directions, she brushed her lips up the side of his cock, rubbing at the hot, silky skin with closed-mouth kisses. Upward, following the curve of a vein, then down again, her breath hitching as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck, that’s it,” Eric made a noise low in his chest as his hand dropped the belt to the floor with a thud and his fingers grabbed her braids instead. “Again. Introduce yourself. Give me all those bunny kisses.” She repeated the action. He stopped her at the bottom, holding her head so that he could rub his cock over her face from one cheek to the other, covering her face in his scent. “Open your mouth. Make it wet.” She did it again, kissing along the length, her body trembling with the tender act. The texture fascinated her—smooth yet ridged, pulsing with life—and she couldn’t stop the flutter of curiosity. He’d taken so much from her already, stripped her bare in every way, but this felt different. Intimate. Like he was sharing something with her instead of taking something from her. “Now your tongue,” he said after a moment, his voice rougher. “Lick up the side, flat and slow. Not inside your mouth.” Onya hesitated, then obeyed, flattening her tongue against the base of his shaft and dragging it upward in a long, deliberate stroke. “Very good. This is all a bit of a show, a prelude. I won’t always want it this way.” Eric’s hand dropped the belt to the floor with a thud, fingers threading into her red hair instead, not pulling, just holding. The taste hit her—salty, earthy, a hint of something wild—and her ears twitched involuntarily. She licked down again, then up, her movements careful, guided by the low rumble of approval in his chest. Her body responded despite herself, her clit swelling against the cool air, but she bit back a whimper, knowing he’d notice. “You’re here to please me, my little bunny slut. Look at how your tail perks with each lick. You like this. I can smell how much you like this, but that doesn’t mean you get to come. Right? You don’t come without permission.” Her eyes widened, trying to communicate an answer. She knew that. He smirked, a wicked curve of his lips showing his sharp, predator teeth. “That bracelet on your ankle? It’s not just for show, baby. It’s a little gift from a tech-witch—cost me a fortune. It tracks your heart rate, your breathing, every damn twitch of that needy cunt of yours. If you touch yourself, if you even think about sneaking a hand down there to rub that clit, it’ll ping my phone. And I’ll know. You won’t like what happens if I catch you breaking my rules.” Onya’s breath caught, a shiver racing down her spine to her tail, making it quiver. She glanced at the pink anklet, its gems glinting innocently, and felt a fresh wave of humiliation. He could monitor her like that? Even when he wasn’t there? The idea was invasive, horrifying—and yet it sent a shameful thrill through her core, tightening her insides. He controlled everything. Every detail. He cared enough to be connected to her, one way or another, even when he wasn’t with her. “You’re mine, Onya. Every pulse, every fucking moan. Now suck the end of my cock—just the head. Wrap those pretty lips around it and take it slow.” She nodded, mute with the weight of his words, and leaned in again. Her lips parted, closing over the tip of his cock, the taste flooding her mouth as she sucked lightly. It was awkward at first, her jaw stretching to fit him, but she moved slowly, as he’d ordered, letting her tongue rest against the underside. His groan rumbled through her, deep and primal. “Fuck, yes, like that. Just like that, bunny girl. Tease the slit with your tongue—little flicks.” Darting her tongue out to lap at the slit, she tasted the steady drip of his pre-cum. It was salty, musky. She wrinkled her nose, adjusting to its masculine strangeness. His approving growl rewarded her efforts. She flicked her tongue again, then again, her lips sealed around the head, sucking gently as she worked. Her knees ached, her arms strained behind her back, but she didn’t dare move, didn’t dare stop. Not when his eyes burned into her like that, gold and molten, drinking her in. “Perfect. You are doing so good. You’re going to be my perfect little slut, aren’t you?” His voice roughed with lust. She moaned in answer, a sound of agreement as her insides clenched at his question. She liked it that burr in his tone, the dirty words he spoke to her. “You’re a natural, baby. Born to be on your knees for me. Attend. Let me see your eyes.” It was difficult to meet his eyes up the length of his bulky body from her position, but she tried, tipping to the side as she sucked at the head of his cock. “Those eyes of yours are so innocent, so shocked and surprised all the time. I fucking love that; don’t want that school to ruin you. I wish I didn’t have to send you. Fuck.”