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Chapter Five: Nurture-1

Chapter Five: NurtureThe next few days continue in very much the same manner. He goes to work in the morning, leaving her at home after making sure there is enough to eat in the kitchen. There are devices she's allowed to play with and an unlimited internet access with all sorts of entertainment options for her. She hasn't complained about running out of things to do yet, and there is always a meal waiting for him when he gets home. Sometimes, he would take her out grocery shopping. It's entertaining to see other males lusting after her, but they dare not get closer. Not with him there.

Even though he still makes sure to keep all the windows and doors locked, it's as much for her protection as it is to make sure she does not try to venture out in his absence.

The hucow population in the world is dwindling, what with their genetics being so recessive that anything other than hucow breeding another hucow would result in the male shifter's genes taking control completely. It's why there are no hucows in the public. Their species has to be bred and careful controlled, or they would go extinct in a heartbeat.

She won't be safe outside, not without him there to make sure the other males keep their distance. Hucows are delicate and meant to be protected, but they are also delectable in a way no other females are for shifters like him. All unmated females have a scent about them, something heady, sweet, and exquisite, making them more attractive to single shifters. Hucow females smell like they're in heat all the time, just begging to be stripped and mounted, filled with come until they're nice and full and bred.

He shifts and adjusts his hardening c**k in his pants as he enters his apartment. She's been cooped up in the top floor of his penthouse for the past week now and she's beginning to grow a little restless. There are plenty of things in the house to keep her occupied, but the short trips to the grocery store is not enough to keep her content. He doesn't want to isolate her. She needs friends and other sources of companionship.

"Anna," he says, waiting for her to look up from the book she's been reading for the past two hours before continuing. "Do you want to go to school, Anna?" he asks carefully. This too, is part of the plan. There are special hucow schools specifically for her kind. No doubt she has been enrolled in one before he took her home.

"Can I?" she replies, her eyes wide and hopeful. She bites her lip as soon as the question leaves her mouth, like she's afraid he would take back the offer just for questioning it. "I'm almost done with my glass blowing class," she adds softly. "It would be very nice if I could go back to finish it."

He nods, amused. "Yes," he adds for good measure.

She frowns mightily, thinking hard. "Are you tired of me already? Have I done something wrong? Are you bringing me back?" Her eyes begin to fill with tears and she tries valiantly to blink them away. "I'm sorry. I'll be better, I swear- I swear-"

He silences her with a palm pressed to her mouth. "Hush, baby girl. I'm not getting rid of you," he says quickly. "I'm worried that you are feeling lonely at home. Usually wolves have big families to help with keeping you company. "You only have me."

"You're not getting rid of me?" she whispers.

He shakes his head. "It's also part of a new program for hucows leaving the facility." He suspects it is largely because of what's happened to that Myra girl. He did some research after hearing her name come up a few times and managed to find out that the reason for her return isn't because there's something wrong with her. The wolf she was with was abusive and created an environment that did not make her feel safe.

Most wolves ensure that their mates don't feel lonely when their mates are left alone by having big families and living with them. Some, like him, are lone wolves. Before giving him the papers to sign her over, the facility ensured that he would have plans to let her outside, enroll her in classes and allow her to socialize after a two-month bonding period. He doesn't think he would keep her in his home for two months. It's much too cruel. The werewolf that had mated with Myra was a lone wolf who isolated her.

The new program that allows hucows to return even after they're mated and attend a few courses in the facility isn't just to keep her from being alone, it's a subtle way of checking on her and making sure she's not being abused. After the whole thing with Myra, the facility is in a lot of trouble for not taking better care of their hucows.

"You're taking a glass blowing class?" he asks.

She nods and puffs up a little defensively. "I'm quite good at it!"

"You have to show me some time," he says, smiling. After a moment, he continue, "You can go back to finish the course. We just need to get you signed up again. However, I'd like it if you would let me scent you tonight," he says, adding the catch at the last second.

"Scent me?" she whispers. "Is that like mating?" she asks.

He shakes his head. "It just means holding you and leaving my scent on your skin so that others will know you're mine."

"Oh," she says and looks down. He wonders if she's a little disappointed.

He has been milking her daily ever since that first day and she's grown amenable to it. She's still as shy as a blushing virgin when she sits on his lap, but she no longer tries to hide her breasts from him. The heady smell of arousal coming from her is growing stronger every day as well. Every day he does not mate her after milking her, she begins to smell more and more like disappointment.

A few nights ago, she has begun to touch herself at night. He's not sure if she's doing it in her sleep or she's cognizant of how she's touching herself with her fingers, spreading heat and arousal in the room. Keeping his hands to himself is turning into a sort of torture.

"It would be easier if you would let me hold you tonight while we're in bed?" he suggests after a moment.

"I uh- um... I guess that's fine," she says.

He doesn't buy the unenthusiastic agreement. Her heart is beating out of control, an erratic thud-thud-thud that rings and echoes in his ear. "It calms my wolf to know that you're mine, so I can give you some freedom in the day. It's not easy to let you out of sight when our relationship is still so new," he says, letting her know how much he's holding himself back.

She looks up at him with a look of pure relief and says, "Thank you." Her scent is hotter and richer. She smells of contentment, which makes his animal purr and rumble with pleasure.

Satisfied, he leaves her to her book, giving her more time to think about what they'll be doing tonight.

Baby steps, he reminds himself as he inhales the arousal that seems to permeate the air permanently ever since she's taken up residence there. He needs to be patient and make sure she trusts him completely before mating her. It is partially to assuage her fears of being trapped in a loveless marriage (because he is quite certain he loves her already. He wants everything for her), and partially to ensure that she does not grow discouraged by the initial pain and discomfort of taking a werewolf's knot for the first time. It doesn't help that she's such a waifish little thing and he's worried about hurting her.

A werewolf's knot is meant to keep his seed inside her, the increased size on the base of his c**k right after coming is to 'plug' her hole, so to speak. His c**k will swell up when he comes and lock their bodies together immediately after ejaculation occurs. Thereafter, he would continue to come inside her a few times until the knot comes down.

He's never done it before because he's never found a suitable mate and his wolf hasn't found anyone compatible enough for him to want to mate with them, but he has a feeling that she's the one. It's not just the way she smells, which is important to his wolf. It's the way she manages to integrate into his life so easily and accept her role as his other half, ready to take him when he deems her ready.

The truth is, if he pushes, she would have been ready to take him in bed after the first night. She smells so thickly of arousal that he knows he would just need to push a few right buttons to make her melt in his arms.

He doesn't want to be the one to take her to bed, however. He wants her to come to him and offer herself willingly.

When they go to bed that night, he is pleased to see that she is no longer curled up at the edge of the bed. He is even more pleased when she crawls across the bed to join him, her face scrunched in determination even as her heart thuds rapidly against her chest. She frowns when she is finally close enough to touch but doesn't seem to know what to do once she's there.

"Come here, baby," he says, taking pity on the poor thing. He gets an arm around her waist and pulls her to his chest, pressing their bodies together.

Her face turns red instantly at how close they are together. It's endearing how she can still be embarrassed with him even after sitting naked on his lap for an entire week while he milks her. She looks up at him and must have seen the obvious desire in his gaze because she squeaks and shifts around so that her back is flush against his naked chest. She's wearing a nightgown that is barely covering anything, the thin silk soft and smooth enough that he can feel the slight chill of her skin against his own, the perky n*****s on her breasts poking his chest. He can smell the desperate want coming from her pores. His c**k throbs, filling and thickening, and then the head of his c**k is pressing against her thigh.

He lets his arm hang loosely around her waist, giving her the chance to change their positions if she wants. She squeaks and shifts around so that her back is flush against his naked chest.

It's disappointing, but to be expected. He brights her closer until his front is plastered against her back. He wishes she wasn't wearing anything at all, and then remembers it's an option.

"Can you take your shirt off, baby?" he asks with a hand on her stomach. "It's easier for me to scent you." It's not exactly true, but she doesn't need to know that.

She whimpers and nods, pushing the straps of her dress over her shoulders and shimmying out of the thin clothing all the way down until she's completely naked, smooth, flawless skin just inches from him, begging to be sucked and marked.

He places his palm on her stomach and draws her closer, ignoring the sharp inhale of shock from the shivering girl.

"Are you cold?" he asks as he drapes his leg over hers, caging her to him. She doesn't respond, and he buries his nose in her neck. He breathes, taking in the intoxicating scent of the hucow in bed with him. As much as he wants to bury his hardening c**k in her heat, he takes pleasure in just basking in her scent and pulling in long breaths of her scent.

He inclines his lower body away from hers and smirks when she pushes her hips back to meet his.

"Are you going to mate me?" she asks, and she isn't quite as successful as hiding the anticipation in her tone as she thinks. she shifts her body like she wants to turn around, but he keeps his hand on her stomach and doesn't let her turn.

He presses a smile against her shoulder, letting his lips linger a second too long on the chilled skin there. His breath blows warmly on her skin when he speaks. "I want to, but I won't do anything you're not ready for. I promised, didn't I?"

"You did," she responds despondently.

"Let me know when you're ready," he whispers against her pulse and his smirk grows at the spike of arousal in her core, the smell of want to permeate the air.

"I don't- I don't know," she murmurs, tensing.

"That's alright, baby," he says, pressing another kiss against her skin. "We can start with something small, yes? And you'll let me know what you like or don't like," he says.