Chapter 7 Xadiel
XADIEL
“I’m your whore. Only yours.”
“Fucking hell, Isabella.” Her acceptance—the truth in those words—they cause my hips to snap forward.
I’m pressed against her slick cunt, body forcing her thighs obscenely apart as I slide the thickest part of my cock through her labia.
She’s bare and slick, body trembling, and I’ve barely touched her.
But then again, she’s always been like this. “Always so fucking responsive.”
“Please.” Goosebumps rise across her skin, and she shivers while her hips tilt in a silent plea for more. That earns my female another rough kiss. It’s hard and fast, full of stinging nips between strokes of my tongue, and over too fast as I drag my sharp incisors down her chin.
Then her neck.
I’m leaning over her, forcing her back to arch and breasts to jut out.
Motherfuck, she’s beautiful. All soft skin and lush curves, my mark on her neck while the tattoo of my wolf adorns her supple thigh.
Isabella’s red hair tumbles over my closed fist in loose waves while those baby-blue eyes watch me from under long lashes.
No man could resist her, and I’m a willing prisoner born to serve her.
And in return, I’m gifted her love. Rewarded by her cunt.
“Perfection.” It leaves me on a murmur before I pierce the skin above her collarbone, then her sternum, before my fangs embed deep into her left breast. I’m blessed to feel her emotions through our bond—a shock of pain that turns into the sweetest pleasure, and the proof of it bathes my cock.
Through our bond, I feel the shock of pain, but that soon turns into pleasure.
Her slick drips as a small tremor rocks through her.
“Oh, fuck,” she hisses out, trembling as my length flexes against her. She’s pinned in place, while the hand gripping her hair moves to her other breast, claws tugging at the stiff peak. I pinch, pull…smack her tit, and my little moon can only moan out a low please I ignore.
Her whine and scent change a little then, both tinged with unsatiated need. That won’t do.
Extracting my teeth, I pull the tip into my mouth, alternating between flicks and broad strokes of my tongue—sharp nips that draw little cries from her.
Her skin grows flushed, sensitive as I lick a path from one nipple to the other, drawing my fangs across soft flesh before suckling the sanguine drops that rise from the small cuts.
I’ve always enjoyed the taste of her blood as much as her pussy.
It’s her. Her essence.
Little Moon digs her fingers into my hair then, nails scraping over my scalp as she holds me against her.
Silently asks that I take more of her breast, and I do.
Sucking half her tit into my mouth, I lavish the flesh with licks and deep pulls, hollowing my cheeks as her tight nipple swells to a diamond point against my tongue.
And in this moment, I wish she were still producing milk. It’s been a few years, our pup is a toddler now, and I miss feeding from her. I miss seeing her round with my child, her body clinging to mine as she demands more.
Of my cock. Of my spend.
My hips jerk, and pre-come spreads across her mound and down to Isa’s entrance, marking her as mine. The need to tattoo myself into her every bloody cell is almost overwhelming, but I welcome the madness. This crazed desire to own every sinful fucking inch of her again and again.
A whine slips from her plump mouth, pulling me back to the present. I’m entrapped by the slow roll of her hips beneath me. “I want another pup, Alpha. Breed your female.”
Nothing could break an alpha like those words. The small amount of control I’d regained through her thoughtful gift evaporates, and I’m staring down at her, a snarl curling at my lips.
There are no words. There will be no fucking reprieve.
I release her breast and place a hand over the middle of her chest, take in the way my fingers expand from one side of her chest to the other, and the tips of my claws curve around her side. How small and delicate she is, but the gleam in her eyes only tells me she wants this.
Me. My beast.
Fuck, I love her.
Dropping to my knees, I move both hands to her ankles and, with a sharp tug that rips a yelp from her, I bring her pink slit to an inch from my face.
The height doesn’t work for me, but I fix that by throwing her legs over my shoulder and lifting her arse from the bed.
With one hand, I hold a plump cheek, while the other traces from her navel to clit and back again.
Two times, the talon dips in, teasing the bundle of nerves peeking out from its hood before I lick the nail clean.
Jasmines. Decadent. Drugging.
She’s sweet and tart, the perfect balance of floral, yet the sweet undertones make my mouth water.
Isabella is like honey on my tongue, and I bury my face between her spread thighs before her next intake of breath.
And that same fucking inhale, it gets caught in her throat as my fangs glide across sensitive skin, leaving a stinging trail behind.
I soothe it with a roll of my tongue from her entrance to clit, laving the swollen little bundle.
“Gods, Xadiel. I—”
“I’m your motherfucking everything, Little Moon.” Her cunt is pressed against my mouth, her pulse there the same cadence as her heartbeat. Warm. Wet. Heat. I trace her entrance, then dip the tip of my tongue inside, savoring the sweet slick, preparing her to take my knot.
“Don’t stop. Feels so good,” she moans, her slim fingers digging into the furs decorating the mattress.
Her hips buck—Isa tries and fails to move me to her liking.
Instead, I eat her like I bloody want. As my cock jerks and drips pre-come, the tip rubbing against the fitted sheet, I flick my tongue low, dragging over my mate’s arsehole.
She clenches, then tries to push against me. “I need more…shit!”
Before she’s done complaining, I retract my teeth from her inner thigh. It’s fast and deep, blood trickling from the imprints of my teeth while Isabella’s juices drip.
She’s gasping and arching—frustrated—but I ignore it and enjoy my meal. I exhale roughly over her cunt, a rumble building as I take hold of her hips. My claws grip her, keeping her in place as I rub my lips and chin over her swollen, juicy mess.
She’s desperate.
I’m obsessed.
“Mine.” Voice guttural. Deep and garbled.
“I’m so close, Alpha.” My response? I lap her like the starved wolf I am.
Sucking and nipping—flicking her clit in fast succession—while my little moon quivers.
While sweat beads across her skin and her chest flushes, Isa traps her bottom lip between her teeth and begs through hooded eyes for mercy.
I don’t stop. Instead, I growl.
The sound is loud, vibrating through her pussy, and her walls contract. Her holes clench hard, as if searching for my knot, and she screams.
“Oh my Gods!” Pleasure crests, the waves rocking her with trembling limbs, eyes tearing up—
I flip her onto her hands and knees. Immediately, she spreads her legs and lifts her arse high, head on the mattress.
She’s breathing hard. Still shaky. Cunt and arse are messy and wet.
Motherfucking good girl.
“My little moon.” Kneeling behind her on the bedding, I palm a cheek and lean over her. I’m squeezing and petting the flesh, while my lips kiss the nape of her neck and the small bite marks I’ve left over the last century.
Small. Big. Deep.
I worship each one before nipping my way down her spine, then back up again. Her red hair is sweaty, a few strands sticking to her side, and I fist the locks and wrap them around my fist a few times.
Then I yank, forcing her head back so I can kiss her. Eyes fevered, her delicate fangs drop as our lips meet. The kiss is full of heat and hunger, the taste of blood feeding into the frenzy, and I slam in.
“Xadiel,” Isa whimpers, lurching forward, but my grip on her arsecheek and hair keeps her in place.
My pace is frantic, each thrust harder than the last as her walls milk me.
They squeeze and flex, tighten to the point it’s hard to move, but I fuck her through each contraction.
My knot is swollen and throbbing—it pushes against her lips with each forceful piston.
I ride her hard. Not pausing when she comes a second time, the words please and alpha are her mantra.
Calling me her alpha earns her a smack to the arse between slams. Blood rises to the surface, my handprints turning pink, and a jolt of feral greed hits me like a lightning bolt.
She’s mine. Only fucking mine.
My hand leaves her hip, slipping between her spread thighs.
I trace my claws from her mound to where my cock is pistoning in and out, before sliding toward one of my favorite love bites.
It’s on her inner thigh, and every time I touch it, she inhales sharply and her arousal blooms. Today, though, I want to play and tease and own every erogenous zone.
“What are you…oh sweet Goddess.” I don’t know if my mate is begging for relief or demanding I don’t stop, but she takes what I give her.
With my cock buried to just above the bulge at the base, I push the knot against her opening, but don’t lock us together.
Instead, I use her wetness to tease the crease of her inner thighs where she’s sensitive before tapping my mark there.
The bite mark is slightly raised, a little darker than her skin tone, and always makes her shiver. Sensitive, it makes her thrash as I rub across the patch of flesh and extend my clawed thumb to her clit. The stimulation of both—my cock buried deep and knot pulsing—pulls another orgasm from her.
“Such a good little witch for her mate.” Pleasure crests, and she squirts, her slick flooding my cock and knot, dripping beneath us to the pelts and sheets. Isa falls forward, but I yank her back to me. “Now give me one more.”
“Too sensitive,” she whines, legs trying to close, but that’s unacceptable.
With my knees, I widen her legs to the point she’d be flat on the bed if my hand wasn’t splayed across her lower abdomen.
I palm the area with my fingers soaked in her come, and pull out so just the tip sits at her entrance.
Then I turn her face to mine, black eyes on hooded blue.
I don’t say anything while I let go of her hair, run my fingers from her neck to her mouth, and tap her lips. They part, and she immediately wraps her tongue around two digits. Sucking them in, she lets me push them to the back of her throat before I move them to her arsehole.
“I need your knot, my alpha. Give it to me,” the last word is a scream, ripped from her throat as I bury myself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
My knot is locked inside her, swollen and stretching her wide while the two spit-soaked fingers massage her arsehole.
While I rock my hips, fighting back my orgasm—every nerve ending in my body is alight with pleasure—I slip the two digits to the first knuckle and back out again.
While she tightens and mewls, body falling flat on the mattress, I feel the bulge of my cock straining her belly with each short thrust.
From the soles of my feet to my heavy balls, fire licks at my flesh. All I feel and see is her:
Her holes stretched around me.
My fingers are sliding in and out of her arse now.
The satiated grin on her face when she looks at me from over her shoulder.
However, it’s the way she says, “Come for me, love,” that makes me lose all control.
I’m unable to hold back, locked in with the head of my cock against her cervix. The tightness—the pride coming through our bond—feels like a pulse stroking my knot inside of her…
I come. Rope after rope of my spend fills her and overflows, and through each one, I never stop rocking into her. Never stop pumping my fingers in her arse, and she comes again a minute after me.
Worshipped. Claimed. Loved.
“I love you, Xadiel. You three mean the world to me.” Isabella’s soft voice is threaded with devotion, and in the haze of rut, I don’t question her.
Instead, I shift us, settling her over me so her weight is on my chest, my hands holding her steady as I slide in and out of her lazily.
My swollen knot keeps us locked, my cock occasionally pumping more come into her womb.
For now, I give her stillness, though. A moment to try and catch her breath.
Because it won’t last. Never does between us.
I could spend days like this—wrapped in her scent and magic—and still crave more. My little moon is wonder made flesh, the owner of my heart and soul.
My queen. My home.