24. Runa
Runa
The moment our lips meet, the fire in the pit ignites.
The heat of his lips scorches mine, but my desperation for him overrides reason.
While he kisses me, his eyes are open, twin flames burning in them.
Being this near to him feels out of this world.
It’s almost as if the fire fills a void in my chest, and the burning of his body stokes the heat I feel even more now.
I might explode into a raging inferno myself.
Ash deepens the kiss, probes inside my mouth with his tongue.
When I don’t respond, he says, “Let me kiss you.”
“This isn’t right.”
“Then kill me.”
“You’re insane,” I say, but Ash doesn’t listen. He slips his tongue into my mouth again, and when our tongues touch, we both groan. I grasp his shoulder, keeping the gun between us and aimed at his chest.
At first, Ash kisses me slowly, our tongues dancing while our bodies burn, making me want to rip off my clothes. The kiss turns heavy and all-consuming, and Ash grinds himself against me.
I break the kiss first and toss the gun aside so I can grip his shoulders as he moves our bodies. I stare at the ceiling, biting my lip while Ash kisses my neck and goes lower to bite my clavicle. Suddenly, he puts me down.
Dizzy, I lean against the wall. Ash’s bold vetiver mating scent floods the room and makes me think we’re strolling through the dense woods at midnight. I’m a defenseless creature, soon to be reduced to begging for his knot.
I lick my wet lips, bruised and sensitive from where his beard scratched.
“You’re wearing my T-shirt,” he states.
It doesn’t get any more humiliating than this. Oh, wait, I’m sure it will when I turn into a puddle of lust at his feet.
“You’re wearing my fucking T-shirt.”
“I heard you.”
“It’s worth repeating, little wolf. Worth repeating in hopes the wisdom of your pussy will spread to your stubborn head.”
“Ash Fireborn, your mouth has better things to do than speak.”
“Show me where you want my mouth.”
His mating scent consumes me. The alpha pheromones he’s releasing drown me until my brain forms no thoughts. I scratch my nose, shake my head, trying to clear the brain fog he’s putting me under, but it’s a losing fight.
Ash’s scent cues my brain to make my body respond. Heat ignites in my lower belly, liquid forms, and flushes down my channel. It hits the flimsy barrier of my panties and spills like a water balloon thrown from a balcony. Liquid heat soaks my panties, and the overflow slips down my thighs.
I spread my legs.
“Is that all?”
More mating scent. It’s a hammer on my head. My body responds the same way. A hot ball of liquid fire in my belly drops, then spills down my thighs.
I’m mortified. I had no idea a male could summon my heat in such a way that I feel I’ve lost control. I’ve never experienced heat like this before, or been this desperate for a male. My body is a shameless hooker, and my brain is trying to preserve some dignity.
Which it can’t. I just want him to get on his knees and relieve me. That beard would feel amazing rubbing against my opening.
“Remember how I told you I wouldn’t beg?” he growls.
I nod.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Alpha, I remember.”
“I lied. I would beg for a taste.”
“Then get on your knees and beg,” I tell him.
“I’m looking for Please, Ash, get on your knees and lick me.”
I pinch my lips together.
Ash smiles and releases more of his mating scent. I sweat profusely, willing my body not to invite him again, but nature takes its course just as the Moon surrenders to the flames during the fire moon.
“Please,” I utter.
Ash drops to his knees. “Look at me.”
Fire has completely engulfed his eyes. No sclera, no pupil, just a red flame.
Ash picks up my leg and kisses my ankle. “I’ve been wanting to make out with your pussy since I met you, little wolf.” He licks my omega honey up my leg all the way to the source. A claw extends, and he slices off the panties to expose what’s underneath.
Ash looks up at me. “You’re very swollen.”
I clear my throat. “I imagine so.”
He leans in and kisses my mound. “I have a cure for this.”
“I know, but the answer is no.”
“You tell me no, but your body screams yes, so pick another word that means no.” Ash licks my thighs.
“I need the word before I start making out. I’m not a man of steel.
My will isn’t iron. In fact, when it comes to you, I have no willpower at all.
No sanity left in me. I look at you, and I think you’re mine.
” He swallows. “Please,” he says, but it sounds suspiciously like an order.
“You must learn how to beg,” I say, breathless, watching him about to go down on me.
“Are you attracted to males who beg?”
I shake my head. I’m an omega wolf. I yearn for a commanding male.
“Then give me a word.”
I thread my fingers through his hair and nudge his head forward so that he breathes on my swollen bud.
“The word,” he says firmly.
“Red.”
Ash opens his mouth and eats my pussy. He eats like a starving wolf, stretching his tongue all the way out and licking the hole and the clit at the same time while his beard scrapes my sensitive skin. I fist his hair as the pressure in my belly builds.
“I’ve got you, little wolf,” he says, then holds me by my hip and the back of my thigh so I won’t collapse when he makes me come. He buries his face between my legs and purrs loudly. The vibrations rattle my clit and break through the last line of defense between my sanity and Ash’s dominance.
A ball of heat I’ve held back from the day he arrived in our territory drops onto his tongue as I come, screaming at the fire moon shining through the corner of the small window to my right. The force of the orgasm makes my body undulate, my belly spasm, and my knees fold.
Ash holds me and licks with his eyes closed, purring violently over my pussy, making it produce more omega honey for him. I’ve never put out more heat or felt anything like this in my life, and by the end of his eat-out session, I can’t even stand.
The muscles in my legs give up.
Ash props me against the wall with one hand on my belly and one under my right thigh. He looks up, his entire face glistening with my cum.
“Can you walk?”
I shake my head.
“What was that?”
“No, Alpha,” I say.
“Good. Get on your hands and knees.”
He removes his hands, and my knees fold. I kneel in front of him. Wide shoulders, chest hair, and the biggest dick with the fattest knot I’ve ever seen. The moon has blessed me tonight.
“Is something the matter?” he asks.
“You have too much chest hair.”
“And I’m growing my beard back.”
“That too.”
“When you get on your hands and knees, you won’t see the hair on my face or chest. But now that you’re giving me blue balls, you will feel my palm on your ass and the knot when I stretch your little pussy.”
When I don’t crawl into my nest so he can mount me, he says, “Don’t make me count to three.”
Defiantly, I remain in place.
“Ah fuck, baby.” Ash grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into him, then wrestles me until he pins me down on hands and knees with the heel of his palm pressed against the side of my face and my bottom up in the air.
He slaps my butt and bites my shoulder, then plunges into me forcefully, stretching me so much that I scream.
He stays there a moment before he glides halfway out.
I don’t think he’s breathing. Ash removes his palm from my face and lowers his forehead to my hair.
Now he breathes me in and moves slowly, teasingly, when I want him to ravage me so I can’t think a single thought.
I want my brain completely empty. Of everything. I only want to fuck.
I wiggle my bottom.
That earns me a growl.
His hands slam onto my hips, and his claws dig in, making me yelp.
Ash fucks me slowly, his breathing steady. With his nose in my hair, every breath he takes, he’s breathing me in. Under him, I relax and listen to his steady purr as he moves over me.
While he fucks me slowly, remaining in control of his urges, a fire breaks out against the wall. It crawls up and over the ceiling, surrounding us. Ash intertwines our fingers and stretches out our hands to touch the fire. It licks my fingers, then parts away from them.
He drops my hand, and the fire licks his fingers and burns across his skin as if it’s made of coal.
He kisses me on the cheek and purrs in my ear. “If there’s a word you’d like to tell me, now would be a good time, because I’m about to knot you.”
I remain quiet.
“Good girl,” he says, then pulls my hips toward him, impaling me onto his knot, which I bet he inflated halfway in. My pussy tries to adjust to the new, bigger size, but his knot keeps inflating. It’s so big that accommodating it makes sweat break out on my brow.
He grips my braid and winds it around his fist, then pulls my head back, forcing me into a kneeling position. But his hand pushes against my hip, so my back is curved and I’m locked in a position I can’t escape from. With my legs between his legs, I’m effectively immobile.
His arms come around me and squeeze as Ash bites the back of my neck.
Hard. I yelp again, but groan in pleasure as he starts to fuck me.
It’s fast and forceful with his knot inflated, plunging inside me.
My channel struggles to accommodate his girth, but that’s the point.
The pain sends me into a mindless frenzy.
I’ve never been fucked like this before.
He’s all around me. His arms, his scent, his fire. All-consuming, demanding my surrender.
The moon surrenders.
That’s the only thought I can form before Ash’s teeth break skin and he comes inside me, moving in and out of me until he’s finished, and I’ve come again too. He releases my neck and licks my wound to help it heal.
I prepare for the full knot, wiggling my bottom on his cock.
“Not yet,” he says.
In protest, I whine.
Ash chuckles, and because my back is pressed against his chest, my body vibrates with it. My clit pulses again.
I’m in the mood again? His seed is supposed to calm the heat and make me more comfortable for at least a few hours. But I’m anything but. It might actually be the opposite.
Ash scoots back as if to pull out, but I grab his hip and scoot back with him. I can’t let his dick slide out. It feels too good.
“I said not yet.”
“I need more,” I tell him.
“You’ll get more.”
“I want it now.”
“You will get it when I give it to you.” Ash presses a palm against my back and pushes me down on the blankets in the nest. He pulls out with a groan. When I look over, he’s still hard.
I’m not the only one suffering.