Chapter Fourteen
Silas
This has to be some kind of twisted joke. Not even the best comedians could come up with something this ridiculous. It’s as if the universe or maybe the moon goddess herself, has decided to have a laugh at my expense.
Finding your perfect match as a wolf is rare, almost impossibly so. Most never do. Yet here I am, holding mine in my arms, all because I made one impulsive decision to spite my parents for nagging me. That decision, one that should have been meaningless, brought me to her. This Omega all the way from another city.
An Omega? My perfect match?
I would laugh if it didn’t make me so angry.
Almost as angry as the way her pheromones are affecting me. I hate it. Hate how they’re tearing through my defenses, leaving me raw, exposed, and desperate. They’re turning me into some kind of crazed animal, something I can’t control.
And the worst part? Omegas usually disgust me. Their pheromones are cloying, nauseating scents I can’t stand to be around. But hers? Hers are different. They’re a soothing calm to the chaos inside me, softening the edges of my rage in a way that only makes me feel more unhinged. More desperate.
I’ve never wanted anything or anyone like this in my life.
And I don’t even know what to do with that.
All I know is right now, with her breaths muffling deep into my mouth, I want nothing more than to taste every single inch of her flesh.
The frantic kiss almost makes me stumble. Her warm body provides a pleasing contrast to the harsh cold in this cave.
I’ve been feeling my cock pulse all night, ever since her pheromones hit me. And I’ve been shaking it off, trying to focus on the climb. But now I don’t care anymore, and the firm bulge sends an ache through me as it presses against her skin.
She notices it, and she pulls out of the kiss, her maddeningly beautiful green eyes staring daggers through me, her face a mix of that fiery anger and something I can only describe as raw desire. She grabs onto my cock, and it pisses me off how I shudder at her touch. She strokes me, sending spasms of pleasure through me.
“You like that, don’t you? You fucking asshole!” She barks, gritting her teeth.
I can’t believe I almost say yes. The realization that the word almost left my lips stings at me, and I’m grateful I held it back.
I lower my hand, grabbing her ass. My grip on it making her gasp.
Fuck. It’s so soft.
I spin her around and sink my teeth into her neck. “Oh fuck!” the cave walls echo her moans.
A tiny reddish spot appears where my teeth sink, and I lick at it, trailing my tongue all over her neck. She hitches, moving her hips and forcing her ass back onto me, the soft weight pressing against my cock, and it only spurs me even more.
My hands roam, almost with a mind of their own, landing on her breasts. When I squeeze them, the way they feel almost makes me yelp. My hand can barely hold onto it. The size, the softness, I can’t stop the groan that escapes me.
“You fucking asshole. This is what you like. This is what you want,” she moans. It’s like her words are petrol to my already furious flames.
In one fluid motion, I smack her ass, the sound echoing loudly, and I push her so that she leans and arches on the wall of the cave. I thrust my cock into her from behind her, and her soaking wet pussy tells me I’m not the only one going crazy here.
“Yes, this is what I want, you fucking bitch!” I howl out. “And I know you fucking want it to!”
“Oh fuck! Yes!” She says, but it sounds faint. Too faint for me right now. I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say it.
I pull at her hair, arching her even more as my thrust flies in with all my ferocity.
“Say it!” I yell.
“Oh fuck, Silas. Fuck yes,” she moans, it’s louder this time, but it’s not the words I want to hear. I pull back harder, my palm slamming again onto her ass, leaving a red print, my hips moving faster.
“I said say it. Tell me this is what you wa…”
She cuts me off before I can finish. “Yes. Is that what you want to hear? You horny dog. … Fuck me Silas! I want you to fuck me.”
The words. Those fucking words the rawness of it. I almost explode into her right there.
I pound into her like I hate her. The sound of her soft ass cheeks ring out throughout this hollow cave. I’m willing to bet no couple who has ever performed this ritual had fucked like this.
“I fucking hate how good this feels. It feels so fucking good,” she moans. There’s an admittance in her voice that’s almost satisfying.
“I fucking hate how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck you,” I say back. And I mean it. I hate how needy I am for her, how much I want her. I want to say it’s the pheromones, but I know it isn’t just that. I want to blame this ceremonial cloth. I know the ceremony is designed for this to have a couple so wrapped up in desire by the sight of each other almost bare and have the adrenaline from the climb run through them but I know it’s more than just that. And that scares me to admit.
Just then, she pushes her hips back, moving me backwards until I slip out of her. Her moans fall into an incomprehensible mess of gibberish as she falls to her knees, her legs visibly trembling. The sight satisfies me more than I expect, and I can’t help the smirk that paints my face.
“Looks like this asshole just made you cum.” I say, the smirk turning into a full smile.
She rises, turning to face me. “Shut up!” she spits, that fire returning to her eyes, and she pushes me. I let myself fall, and she holds my cock, placing it under herself, and bounces on me.
Her eyes roll back, and her hands rise to the back of her head as she grinds on me. “Oh shit! This feels so fucking good!” she screams.
The sight of her like this, wild and untamed, breaks every barrier of restraint I have.
I force myself up, picking her up as I stand and placing her on the ground. My eyes lock on to hers, and I thrust into her again with even more fervor than before.
“You’re a dog. A fucking horny dog. Fuck me!”
“You fucking bitch!”
I don’t understand it, but the more she talks, the more insulting her words are, the more I want her. The more I want to pound her to oblivion.
The look in her eyes, a mix of pure desire and something like disgust and anger, mirrors my feelings in this moment. And that only sends me into overdrive.
“You’re such a fucking bastard.” She says, staring blankly into me. This time, something about the way she says it freezes me, and I pause, feeling a spark, a need to bite back.
“Oh yeah. Well, you must really like fucking bastards with the way your pussy is gripping my cock.”
She bites her lip. I can’t tell what the expression on her face means. But before I think more of it, her hand swings and her palm connects with my face.
“Bastard,” she says again. My hips move almost of their own command, her words sending me into a wild fucking frenzy.
“Fuck me. You fucking bastard!”
I’m almost breathless, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
I ram into her, every stroke feeling like payback for that slap. Over and over again…
“Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”
It’s like I get a new lease of life just hearing that. I pin her down with everything I have, locking her knees to my shoulders, making sure her legs are spread wide apart, and then I hammer in.
She wants a dog? I’ll give her one.
Her face contorts in utter pleasure, he eyes completely white as her pupils disappear in her lids.
The sight of her like this, completely shattered by her orgasm, pushes me to my own edge. My wolf bubbles just beneath the surface, craving her, wanting to take over …I feel my knot start to swells, my glands full. Just one hard push …and I would be bottomed out inside her, knot and all. It’s taking everything from me not to knot her right here. I barely manage to stop myself.
This woman is dangerous.