Chapter 32 #2
"Mark, if anyone deserves everything, it's you."
My throat tightens, and all I can do is let out a trembling sigh before letting my forehead fall against her thigh. My chest rises and falls at an uneven pace, still trying to regain control, trying to calm my heart. As I promise myself that I will make her sacrifice worthwhile.
Her fingers slide through my hair, a slow, reassuring caress. She massages my scalp before moving down to the nape of my neck, her gentle touch contrasting with the chaos raging inside me.
I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, and her scent invades me, sweet and warm.
Without realising, I rub my face against her thigh, seeking more of her warmth, her scent.
When I look up, I find her eyes fixed on me, intense, attentive.
She bites her lip, and her fingers squeeze lightly against the back of my neck, the touch now not calming, but inciting.
I let out a groan, and my face sinks even deeper against her leg, my nose brushing against her warm skin, feeling the softness, the intoxicating scent she exudes between her legs.
My fingers slide slowly down the sides of her thighs, and a silent game begins, where every movement can be an invitation or a challenge.
And at that moment, I know I am far from being able to calm down, but this time for a completely different reason.
"Kitten..."
My mouth brushes against her thigh, planting slow, soft kisses. I move up slowly, savouring every shiver I cause, until I reach the hem of her shirt.
A few centimetres and I will find paradise...
She squirms, arching towards me, her breath coming in gasps. My nose slides slowly between her legs, still over her shirt, absorbing her heat, the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Her fingers dig into my hair, pulling my head urgently, pushing her hips against my face.
"Kiss me," she begs, her voice hoarse, laden with need. "Kiss me here..."
"Fuck," I growl with lust and lift the hem of her shirt to reveal the garment covering her intimacy.
My hard cock drools at the sight.
It's not knickers.
She's wearing my boxers.
Fuck... why is this so absurdly sexy?
I lick my lips when I see that her pussy is so wet that it has left a huge damp stain on the fabric. It makes me lose control for a moment, the beast inside me breaking free, impatient, wanting to take everything at once.
My hands squeeze her thighs, my claws sinking into her warm flesh as I force her to open her legs wider for me. I want to see her. I want to feel her. The scent she exudes hits me like a blow, an indecent invitation that inflames my desire.
"Your scent is intoxicating..." My voice comes out hoarse, reverent, as I watch her writhe, rubbing herself against me without any modesty, her lips parted in pure need. "I want to devour you whole, Kitten."
"Please..." she whispers, desperate.
But there's no need for pleas. My mouth is already on her, my tongue pressing against her pussy covered by my boxers, sucking her flavour through the soaked fabric.
A guttural growl vibrates in my chest, pure hunger and possession. My saliva mixes with her arousal as my teeth hook the fabric, my lips suck greedily, my tongue explores, my nose rubs there, drinking in her scent as if I could trap it inside me.
There is no delicacy, no technique, only raw, hungry desire, a fierce instinct that makes me fall on her mouth, devouring her as if she were the only thing that could keep me alive.
My hands slide down her thighs to her bum, tightening my grip before I lift her off the floor, holding her suspended, her pussy still pressed against my mouth. She lets out a surprised little scream, her arms stretching out to grab my shoulders.
"Don't be afraid," I murmur against her skin, my voice vibrating between her legs. "I'll never let you fall."
Her fingers dig into my skin, but she relaxes when she realises I'm in control. I hold her steady as I walk to my bedroom, each step marked by the pulsing desire between us. When I reach the bed, I lower her body slowly, sitting her on the edge before dropping to my knees in front of her.
I hold her feet and press them against my chest, giving her support.
"Lift your hips for me, Kitten."
She obeys without hesitation, and I pull the piece of fabric that still covers her pussy, letting it slide down her legs before throwing it behind me. A growl escapes my throat when I see her state, all wet, her clit swollen and throbbing, begging for my mouth.
I can't resist. I don't wait.
I lower my face and suck that sensitive button eagerly, dragging my tongue across the hot flesh, savouring every drop of the nectar she produces just for me.
"Mark!" she moans loudly, arching her body as my tongue slides down, diving into her entrance.
The low moan that escapes me is pure instinct, pure desire.
Like a hungry wolf, I open my mouth over her, covering her entire cunt. Instinct commands me, a primitive desire to devour her, to feel her writhe beneath me. I slide my tongue upwards and when I reach her swollen clitoris, my jaw closes around it.
I suck hard, trapping it between my teeth with cruel precision.
She gasps, the scream tearing from her throat as her body surrenders. Her head falls back, her hips undulate frantically against my face, her legs tremble in uncontrollable spasms as orgasm overwhelms her.
My cock throbs violently, pulsing, drooling, hungry to bury itself inside her, to mark her as mine. But first, I'm going to get drunk on her taste, let her drip into my mouth until she can't beg any more.
I hold her thighs more firmly, my tongue diving deep, drinking in every tremor, every spasm that runs through her sated body.
I want to feel everything. I want to savour every drop until her mind is lost and she has no choice but to beg for more.
I continue to tease every involuntary contraction, every tremor that runs through her sensitive body.
Her taste intoxicates me, and I suck her clitoris once more, feeling her body arch in response.
She moans loudly, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling and then pushing, as if she wants more and at the same time can't take any more.
"I-I can't take it..." she sighs, her voice broken, a plea caught in post-orgasmic overwhelm.
Her body still trembles under my hands, her thighs parted, her muscles contracting involuntarily. So I stop.
She collapses onto the mattress, exhausted, her chest rising and falling in heavy gasps. A languid smile spreads across her swollen lips, her green eyes still fixed on me, clouded with pleasure.
The sight devours me. It destroys me. It incites me further.
I pull my face away from her thighs and look her in the eyes.
"Take off your shirt, beautiful." I lick my lips, swallowing the remnants she left on my face.
Her fingers grab the hem bunched at her waist, and she pulls it up, wriggling to free herself from the fabric. The shirt flies somewhere onto the bed, forgotten.
My hand slides over her bare belly, her skin shivering as my index finger traces lazy circles around her navel before moving up to one of her perky breasts. It fits entirely in my palm, warm and soft. I squeeze my fingers, massaging, and she gasps, arching against me, seeking more contact.
"Perfect..." I murmur against her skin, nibbling one of her inner lips and then the other, my tongue teasing her clitoris while my fingers play with her taut nipple.
When her breath fails in a broken sigh, I release her flesh and pull away, licking my lips as I stand up.
She leans on her elbows, her hungry gaze running over my defined abdomen before descending to the large bulge behind my sweatpants. The fabric is stained with my precum, completely soaked.
Slowly, I pull down my joggers, and her eyes widen, mesmerised by my every movement. Her hips rise from the bed, her thighs open wider, inviting me to take her right there.
In one swift motion, I pull off my joggers and underwear at once. My cock springs out, stiff and throbbing, the head almost purple and slippery from the absurd amount of precum I've leaked. I wrap my hand around it, sliding my fingers along its length as I let out a low growl.
Her lips part in a soft gasp, her gaze fixed on me.
"By the stars, Mark..." she moans, her pupils dilating even further.
My smile widens.
"What is it, Kitten?"
She swallows hard, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and apprehension.
"It's just... you're really big," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. Her cheeks flush with an adorable blush. "Very big."
My sharp canines elongate, and the pure pride coursing through my veins makes me want to roar. Yes, I'm big, but not monstrously so. Not in this form.
"You can handle every inch," I say, my voice thick with promise. And then I see her pussy pulse, contract, and drip more for me. My eyes darken. "Your body and mine were made for each other..."
But my knot...
If Sandra ever wants to be fucked by my beastly form, she'll feel my knot swell inside her...
The beast in me roars, eager to break free. The idea of taking her completely, of binding her to me, of making her carry my offspring...
My instinct screams for it.
But I would never force her.
I take a deep breath, clutching the control that threatens to slip through my fingers.
It's not the right time yet.
I will mark her as my mate, but only when she is ready to accept the mating bond, ready to receive my bite and seal our tether.
"Mark, I..."
"Yes, love?"
"I've never had anyone inside me before," she confesses.
An insane possessiveness takes hold of my chest when I realise that I will be her first male. Her one and only...
I want to sink into her at once, take her for myself.
But I take a deep breath, my nostrils flaring as I force myself back under control, banishing the beast to a dark corner of my mind. My cock hurts from being so hard, my balls heavy with cum, but I would stop everything right now.
"We don't have to continue..."
"I want to!" she hastens to say. "I want to so badly, I just needed to tell you..." She bites her lip, looking at my cock. "To take it slow at first."
"Get on all fours, Kitten." She swallows hard, a little nervous, but does as I ask. "Now lay your face on the bed..."
I position myself kneeling behind her, one hand firmly on her hip.
With the other, I begin to caress the base of her neck, my fingers slowly exploring the trail of her spine.
She archs under my touch, totally surrendered and submissive.
A low purr escapes her parted lips, like a sly kitten.
Her face, lying on its side, rubs against the pillow, her eyes closed in contentment.
"I won't hurt you... too much."
"I know," she whispers.
I touch her again, one hand still holding her hip while the other follows its lazy path down her spine to her delicious, pert bum. I brush her soft skin with my palm, exploring slowly, before squeezing her hard, mesmerised, my mouth watering.
The tremor that runs through her is pure desire.
"You're beautiful, Sandra. So fucking beautiful."
I sit on my heels and bend over, lowering my face until my lips touch the delicate, soft skin of her bum, kissing her with my mouth open, nibbling and sucking.
"Have you ever been bitten before?" I ask in a hoarse voice.
"Never, but with you... I want to."
"Good girl..."
So I bite, my teeth sinking in hard enough to leave a mark. She shudders and lets out a little scream, probably not expecting the intensity. I lick her skin, soothing the pain.
"Hmmm..." I pull away just a little, my eyes fixed on her skin, enjoying my mark there.
I slowly caress the area and she purrs.
“Your little pussy got even wetter, did you like feeling my teeth?”
"Yes..." She sticks her bum in the air, her pussy dripping with excitement.
Sandra shudders when I move my mouth to the other side before biting her again.
"Mark..." she moans against the mattress as she feels my teeth digging into her flesh.
I soothe the pain with my tongue, licking the sweet drops of her blood, circling my tongue and pressing kisses.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I force myself to ask, but my beast roars inside me, hungry, demanding that I take her, that I mark her, that I sink my teeth into her neck and seal our bond as fated mates.
My self-control is a taut thread, about to snap.
“Please, no!”
Then her bum wiggles over my face, begging for more.
“Good girl.”
“Mark...” The plea escapes her lips, laden with desire and urgency. “I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
It's not just what she says that undo me, it's what pulses behind every word. What they carry, what they awaken. It's a raw, wild need burning between us.
A primitive, instinctive hunger.
I've never felt anything like this before.
It's all-consuming.