Chapter 4 Why Did You Give Yourself to a Werewolf

"Ahhh!" "Ugh..." "So f-fast..." "So, d-deep" He delved as deeply as possible, acutely aware that Alice found the most pleasure in that elusive spot. Her body trembled with amazement. When Alice opened her dazed eyes, she beheld the stunning man sweeping his hair back with his long fingers. "Ha e ijo ba bopq. U nippi dokk ha e juxl pan." He muttered in a language Alice couldn't comprehend. Nevertheless, she found it alluring - being penetrated while he spoke in a foreign tongue. "Stop gazing at me with that seductive expression," he implored. "You're trying the patience of a werewolf." He firmly grasped her waist and began to thrust into her with a ferocity that made Alice feel as though her body would be torn apart at any moment. Feeling incredibly self-conscious in her position, Alice's waist was bent and her thighs were flush against his torso. As his thick and lengthy shaft rubbed against her delicate inner skin, she couldn't help but let out a moan. Suddenly, he groaned, "Damn, you're so tight!" The beastly sounds emanating from him were accompanied by the appearance of blue veins on his neck and a hardening jaw. Alice let out a frantic scream as the room was filled with a cacophony of moans, squeaks, gasps, breaths, and cries. "Ugh! Ahh! I feel it! I am going to...!" Alice screamed. The man's thrusts grew more forceful, his grip on her waist unrelenting. "Hmmm!" With a growl, a hot fluid shot her insides. Her body quivered with anticipation as she felt the hot fluid shoot inside her. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down her face, clouding her vision. As the sensation subsided, Alice's body went limp, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "I am so glad," he whispered. "I found you at last. My..." But Alice was too spent to hear his words, drifting off into a deep sleep. ** ** The night slowly faded away, and the first rays of the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sky. Alice awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar room, her mind muddled with confusion. As the memories of the previous night flooded back, her heart sank. "I can't believe I did it," she thought to herself. "I came here with a werewolf, and he...he..." It dawned on her that the man had ejaculated inside her. "What was I thinking?" she muttered, running her hands over her naked body. As she surveyed her surroundings, she was struck by the breathtaking view beside her. "Oh ... My... God..." She and the man were lying down together with his long arms wrapped around her form. They were both naked! "Ha," she sighed. "So, I really did it. Well, I reached my goal. I need to go back." She attempted to rise and depart from the man's embrace, but he swiftly ensnared her waist with his arm. His lips brushed against her ear, and his voice, rough and low, murmured, "Where do you think you're going, my dear master?" Alice was taken aback as she gazed into his deep crimson eyes. Her cheeks flushed as she pushed him away. "Our agreement...it's finished! Release me!" But the beast persisted, pleading, "Can't we do it one more time? Pretty please, master?" Alice couldn't believe it. Her body ached all over, yet this beast showed no signs of fatigue. "No," she replied firmly. "I can't do it. My body is exhausted." "Really? Shall I give you a massage?" he offered, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort. Alice glared at him in protest, but the man only laughed and tightened his embrace around her waist, trapping her. "Get off me!" she protested, struggling to break free. As the man refused to let her go, Alice could observe him up close. He was undeniably beautiful, but what caught her attention most was the tattoo on his chest. It resembled a birthmark shaped like a crescent moon. "You seem curious," he muttered, noticing where her eyes were fixated. "Instead of ogling my body with those lewd eyes, why don't you ask me anything you want to know?" "Don't get the wrong idea," she denied. "I'm just curious about that tattoo on your chest." "Ah, I see," he uttered. "Werewolves have tattoos on their chest since birth?" she asked. He kissed her cheek and nose, making Alice blush, and then he said, " I'm willing to answer all your questions, but I changed my mind. Why don't we exchange information? If you answer my question, I'll answer yours. Deal?" Since Alice thought this would be the last day they would see each other, she accepted his deal. "All right. Now, answer my question." With a nod, the man responded, "Indeed. All members of my Pack bear tattoos on their chests from birth, though the markings vary based on lineage. Now, it's my turn to inquire. Why did you do it?" Tilting her head, Alice replied, "Do what?" He pressed, "Why did you surrender your virginity to me?" Alice was rendered speechless, and the man proceeded to pose another question. "You gave your first time to a stranger and a werewolf, despite society's disdain for our kind." Alice, who couldn't answer the question, avoided his gaze as she bit her lips. Her eyes were dark. Sensing her reluctance, the man didn't ask further. He smiled and lay on his side with one hand cradling his chiseled chin. "Are you running away from something?" he asked, his voice dripping with intrigue. "Or perhaps you're seeking revenge?" Then, Alice's words cut through the air like a knife. "I want to die," she declared. The man's eyes widened, fiery hue flickering with shock and confusion. What did she mean by wanting to die through the loss of her virginity?