Chapter 37 #3
Every part of me burns. Aches to do it. The only other noise in these obscure woods besides our panting breaths is the wind sifting through whatever branch it can find.
Leaves rustle overhead, but it doesn’t stand a chance at masking Nik’s heartbeat.
Not when it’s no longer that same suppressed calm he offers anyone within hearing distance.
Despite being forced to yield, there’s something unforgiving in his eyes.
Some animal inside him that won’t be fed until my lips are on his.
I kiss him. And I do it without a second thought.
Pinned beneath me, I lower myself onto him, letting our chests and the tremendous heat between them meet.
Our heartbeats, once at different scales, reach the same rhythm, a symphony of longing and lust and outright need.
We kiss. A deep and ravenous kiss that only intensifies with each swipe of his tongue and nibble on my lips.
He moans into my mouth, and my body, crumpling on top of him, is more than happy to accept it.
Rocking my hips, his hardened cock grinds against me.
It throbs more violently with every thrust, teasing my center into submission.
Nik wraps his large arms around me and pins me to him, making sure I feel every ridge, every vein, every part of him trembling at my core.
I do. And god, do I want it all. Need all of him like it’s the only way to satisfy this incredible hunger building low in my stomach.
Claws drawn, I rip down the length of his shirt one hand at a time, taking pieces of his flesh with it.
A small gasp leaves his throat, but the sound is nothing close to pain.
No, I’ve seen this man fight off discomfort before.
The expression taking over his features now is pleasure in its purest fucking form.
Knitted brows. His sharp jaw ticking. He is as ready to fuck me as I am him, and as I remove the remains of his shirt, he sees it fit to settle the score.
One slash. It’s quick. I don’t even realize it until my peaked nipples catch the small breeze exploring these woods.
When he cups both breasts, hands fitting generously over each, incredible heat sears from my torso and down my inner thighs.
I’m not just hot anymore, I am on the verge of combusting.
And I know there’s only one thing that will extinguish the flames roaring inside me.
I lift off of him just enough to slide my pants down to my knees.
He does the same, unsheathing his cock to stand at attention, taunting me with his impressive length.
His breath hitches when I squeeze it from the base and hover above it, determined to drive every inch of him home.
And when his tip grazes my skin, shockwaves ripple through me.
“Wait,” Nik says, grabbing both of my hips to suspend me over him.
The air in my lungs deflates. Every organ inside my body takes a collective breath.
Oh, no. We’re not stopping this. I try to lower myself again despite his pause only for his cock to rub against me more deliciously than before.
Nik doesn’t budge, though, and I’m left with the soft graze of him. Fucking werewolf strength.
“The last couple nights,” he starts, “have been … difficult to control. I’ve been able to hold myself together so far, but it’s taken all of my focus.”
What is he saying? Control of what? His transformation? I stare at him, a combination of confusion and outright annoyance.
“With the blood moon so close, I can feel a part of my body begging to shift. And if we’re not careful, if my mind isn’t focused solely on staying human, I could …”
“Turn,” I finish between labored breaths.
Nik nods, scanning every inch of my face for fear. Disgust, maybe. He’s worried he might shift. That one second we’ll be having mind-altering sex and the next, well, his wolf form will crash the party.
“If you shift—” I pause, biting at my cheek, the fire in my chest smoldering.
“Would you still be you?” I think back on when he first told me about the wolf taking residence in his head.
How there are times when he can block him out and others when no amount of mental shields seem to work.
If he does transform, will it still be Nik at the helm, or will something else take over him completely?
A gentle smirk forms on his face. “I will still be me.”
I lean forward, bringing my lips to brush the shell of his ear. “Then shut up and fuck me.” Man or monster, I need him. All of him. And not even the devil himself could get in the way of that right now.
His smirk becomes wide and devious. Hands still at my hips, he doesn’t keep me hoisted.
No, he lowers me onto the head of his cock, controlling just how much of him my body is allowed to take.
A blissful warmth fills my core as I’m stretched around him.
My pussy throbs. Pulses. Screams at the sheer arousal dripping down both sides of his length.
My walls tighten around his swollen flesh, and when he removes it, all the fire at my center rushes out too, leaving me with an empty cold I’m desperate to reignite.
I can’t take it anymore. The edging. Only getting a small taste when what I really want is so fucking close to taking me over a cliffside.
Digging my nails into the backs of his hands, I rip them from my hips and slam them into the ground.
I snarl at him, a deep, violent vibration filling the air around us with a warning.
For the second time tonight, Nik peers up at me like those golden fucking eyes are peering into my soul and tilts his neck to side in submission.
Then, I sink my teeth into the base of his neck and drive the rest of his cock inside me.
Oh. My. God. Pain is the first sensation.
An excruciating fullness as I take him all in.
He moans out something otherworldly. The next sound to come from my mouth is a strangled cry as I slowly lift myself up and slam down on him again, this time lower.
My heart doesn’t just knock at my chest but kicks the goddamn door open.
Stars blot out my vision and what little moonlight is visible in the surrounding darkness.
Not that I need to see right now. I can smell him.
Hear the inner workings of his body going into carnal overdrive.
And with each thrust, the agony throbbing at my core becomes a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice as rough as the ground beneath him.
Fuck is right. I rock my hips and arch my back, taking him in again and again at a faster pace.
He grabs at my breasts. My shoulders. My throat.
Anything he can get a hold of to shove me back down on his hard cock each time I rise.
We work in tandem, my hands at his chest to push myself up, and him, finally settling on my shoulders to slam himself inside me.
Every muscle, every fiber of me pleads for the next thrust. Begs that another will follow as soon as his tip is the only thing filling me.
His heart rate continues to skyrocket, his chest pounding under my fingertips. But I don’t let up. Each groan or curse to leave his lips only fuels the desire blossoming in my stomach. The noises he makes are nothing short of an animal, ravaging me with the same vicious intensity.
“Natalia …” he chokes out, his voice waning. “I’m—I’m …”
I pierce my claws into him and drag them over his chest, drawing enough blood to trickle down his sides.
“Not yet!” I cry out, the words bumping with each bounce.
I’m so close. So incredibly close, my legs begin to twitch and spasm.
My toes start to curl. If we stop now, I’m afraid I’ll never get this release back.
One no amount of touching or kissing will ever surpass.
I need this. And I need it right fucking now.
“You—” he utters while writhing in what I assume is climax. “I can’t.”
I dig my claws deeper, reaching a collection of ribs.
We aren’t stopping. Not now. Not ever. I dip my ass into him, feeling the sting of my cheeks slap against his thighs.
Fuck. His cock doesn’t just impale me anymore but glides in with the insurmountable wetness taking over.
It isn’t pleasure taking control of my limbs. This is absolute fucking ecstasy.
I’m nearly there. Right on the brink, sliding down on his length again, feeling every vein and ridge of him fit inside me so perfectly. “I’m going to,” I scream out, my voice echoing for miles, it seems. “I’m going to!”
But Nik’s body has gone still. His heartbeat has the rhythm of a racehorse, though the rest of him hasn’t moved an inch.
Both arms splay out with his claws digging into the earth and bracing for impact.
That’s when I see it. The cracks. The pieces of his flesh falling away like snakeskin. No. Oh, god no.
Fur peeks out from the gashes I made on his chest, only to expand and take over his torso completely. His face contorts. Twists. Goes through every expression known to man until it finally settles on monstrous. Then, it sheds to reveal a long snout and a row of razor-sharp teeth.
Holy shit. This isn’t happening. This can’t be fucking happening.
He warned me there was a chance he could turn if we did, but never in a million years would I have thought it’d be while he was rock hard and inside me.
I try to raise myself off him only for his claw to grasp onto my shoulder and keep me in place.
The gold in his eyes is gone, and instead I’m greeted with a bloody red glare.
His body continues to transform, arms and legs taking on fur as growls leave his snapping jowls.
That’s when I feel it. The girth of him, already pushing me to the brink as it is, begins to expand and spread my walls to their breaking point.