Awakening The Silver Wolf

RAVENNA POV 

I was still high from having one of the most soul-snatching orgasms of my life—even though it has only been a few—when Darius said he was going to fuck me. 

I was immediately thrown off that high. 

I rested my weight on my elbows and sat up to look at Darius. He towered over me, looking like a naked Greek god in all his glory. 

His body was still wet from the shower, his hair dripping water down his shoulders. God, he was so ripped. 

He looked like an angry Greek god, not Apollo with his golden beauty, but more like Ares, the god of war, with muscles that seemed carved from stone. 

I trailed my eyes over his wonderful body and my eyes fell to his dick which was already standing erect, pointing towards his stomach.

I didn't know much about men and their organs, but I knew it was supposed to take a little time for men to get hard again after they just climaxed. But I guess that didn't fall to Darius.

He watched me watch him and he stroked his cock slowly, drinking me in with hungry, dark eyes.

"Spread your legs for me, my sweet," he rasped, his voice rough. 

I spread my legs as wide as I could, not having it in men to blush that I was open for him. His eyes darkened more and his breathing became labored. He stroked his dick faster, his biceps bulging with the movement. 

"I could cum just by watching you all spread out for me," he growled.

"Cum in me instead." I didn't know who this me was, or where all my shame had gone, but I didn't care. 

Darius was immediately on me, his big body between my legs, the tip of his cock as my entrance, his lips devouring mine. 

And then he pushed slightly. I flinched, panic gripping me. 

"Darius, wait," I said, pushing him gently. 

He released my lips and looked down at me with worried eyes. I swallowed and looked away from him. 

"It's...uhm… it's my first time," I stuttered, heat creeping to my neck.

Darius placed his finger on my chin and turned my head to look at his soft eyes. "I'll be gentle," he whispered. "I promise I'll make you feel good."

I nodded, and he released my chin to kiss me again, this time slower and deeper. 

Darius pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation, his lips softening as they hovered just above mine. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice low and full of concern. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready."

I nodded, my breath shaky but my resolve firm. I trusted him, more than I had trusted anyone. 

"I'm ready," I whispered.

Darius's hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin in a comforting gesture. He kissed me again, slow and deep.

He shifted his position, his dick now in my entrance again. 

"It's going to hurt a little," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'll go slow. Just breathe through it, Ravenna."

I nodded again, my heart racing. 

Darius leaned in, his lips pressing against my forehead before moving lower, kissing the curve of my neck. His hand gently traced down my side, his fingers light and deliberate. 

I could feel him shifting, adjusting, as his body aligned with mine. His cock, already hard and pressing against me, made my nerves flutter, but he was slow, patient, allowing me to adjust.

With a careful breath, he nudged forward, his hips tilting slightly, and I felt a gentle pressure at my entrance. I gasped at the sensation—new and unfamiliar—but he didn't move further yet. His eyes searched mine, his hands steady on my hips.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice full of care.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my breath. "Yes, I'm okay."

Then, with a slight shift, Darius pressed forward, and I felt the initial sting. The pain wasn't unbearable, but it was there—sharp, sudden, as his tip nudged against the barrier of my hymen. My body tensed instinctively, and I gasped, gripping his shoulders for support.

He stopped immediately, his face full of concern. "I'm sorry," he said softly, brushing my hair away from my face. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head, my voice shaky but determined. "No. Keep going."

He nodded, kissing my forehead before slowly, gently, pressing further. The sensation was uncomfortable, a mix of pressure and a dull ache, but Darius was slow, letting me adjust to the intrusion. 

Then, with a soft, almost imperceptible shift, I felt him push through, breaking the barrier. The pain flared for a moment—sharp, then fading—replaced by a deep, almost overwhelming fullness. 

I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the strength in his every move, but his gentleness, his careful consideration, kept me from pulling away. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust to the new sensation. 

"How are you?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.

I swallowed, my breath still shaky but more steady now. "It hurts, but I'm okay."

His hand gently stroked my cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of my jaw. "Whenever you're ready, we can keep going. No rush, sweetheart." 

I took a deep breath, trying to push through the discomfort, and then nodded. 

Slowly, with a deep groan, Darius began to move, his rhythm slow and careful, as though he was learning each subtle shift of my body, paying attention to every sigh, every small movement.

"Oh… " I gasped when pleasure began to build. 

The pain dulled with every passing second, replaced by a new kind of sensation—something pleasant.

He kissed me again, his lips soft and slow, as if he was trying to make the moment last forever. The connection between us felt almost sacred. 

"Does it feel better now?" he whispered against my lips.

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I ran them up his arms, feeling the muscles beneath his skin, the tension in his body. 

Darius smiled softly, his lips brushing over mine as he continued to move. 

His movements were slow and steady at first but then he increased his pace.

"Fuck, baby," he growled into my ear. "The way you feel." 

I moaned and held his shoulders, closing my eyes as the pleasure built.

"Darius. Darius. Oh, god. Yes," I chanted those words like a prayer, gripping him tightly. 

Darius pulled away from where he was sucking on my neck and looked down at me with his eyes glowing. "I'm on the edge of losing control, sweetheart. I'm going to go faster." 

"Yes," I panted. "Fuck, Darius, yes." 

He pulled away from me, threw my legs on his shoulders, and thrust back in with one deep thrust.

"Darius!" I cried out, my hands clenched tight on the blanket. 

His thrusts turned wild, the new position letting him thrust deeply into me. He held my legs on his shoulders and pounded into me, grunts and groans coming out of his lips. 

"Ah, baby. Fuck. You feel so good." His voice has turned deeper and rougher. 

My wolf stirred in me and I knew my eyes were glowing the same way Darius' was. 

I climaxed with a cry, Darius' name on my lips, my legs shaking on his shoulders, my walls clenching around him. 

Darius groaned like a dying man and I could tell he was close. He let my legs fall back to the bed and leaned in to close me. 

When he pulled away his eyes were glowing red.

"I'm going to bite you now," he said gently despite his wild thrusts. "Are you ready?"

I nodded wildly. "Yes, Darius. Do it."

He kissed me again before his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazed my neck gently and I shivered. Then he bit down.