The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Fourteen: hit me with your best shot

Arabel's POV

   Sometimes, things don't go as planned, most times that is. I certainly wasn't planning to have sex when I came here because if I did, I would have worn my sexier panties and bought the pills. I hadn't taken the pills in years because I didn't need them, and I knew I wasn't on my safe date but I was too gone to tell him that. I'm certain a child is far from what our barely twenty-four hours relationship needs, but the drive to fuck him was far too intense. There was no way I was going to tell him I wasn't on the pills because I was afraid he'd quit. Though I still had doubts because the man was rock solid, I guess one can never be too careful. Besides, he's my soulmate and a werewolf. What could possibly go wrong?

   "Yeah, Ara," he said between grunts, "I just remembered that I don't have any condoms and I'm sure you're not ready to carry a baby. Wh… oh fuck!… What are we gonna do?" My intuition was correct. Just like me, he'd been practicing celibacy so he didn't have any means of protection either. Not wanting to answer that question, I stopped teasing him and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. It definitely distracted him as he threw his head back, moaning as his hips and cock jerked. I tentatively rolled my tongue around the large head, lining his cockhole and licking off the precum spilling into my mouth. To my surprise, Cyrus grabbed me by the ears and pulled my head away.

   I stared up at him with wide eyes but the serious look on his face made me curse under my breath. He's not one to be easily swayed, noted. My hair was a mess from how much he pulled at it. He started putting the troublesome strands of hair behind my ears, staring at me straight in the eyes as if he was trying to communicate with my soul. For a brief second, his bright blue eyes captivated me in some kind of lustful hypnotism. It was as though his lust dropped on me in ten folds. I was filled with an unquestionable urge to serve him and for that brief moment, I felt like an animal in heat. I snatched his hand away from my hair and thrust his cock back into my mouth. I'd never sucked a man's dick as I did with him. It was as though if I didn't do it, I would explode.

   Butterflies ran wild in my stomach. I can go as far as calling them bats instead. The fluttering resonated in my chest, causing my heart and ears to pound as if I was running for my dear life. He latched onto my hair, twisting the soft cold locks in his fists and causing pangs of pain to shoot through my scalp, but it was no problem to me at all. His hips thrust forward relentlessly, fucking the hell out of my mouth as I returned the favor. Then the feeling of intense lust disappeared as he grabbed my jaw and yanked my face away from his cock. My body was effortlessly—almost painfully—hoist up and I was planted on his thighs, bestriding his thick, heavily built thighs.

Wow, that's a whole lot of muscles.

   "Cyrus," I moaned, moving closer to his dick so I could sit on that. Okay, maybe the heat wasn't entirely gone. "I need you to fuck me, now,"

   "But baby," he uttered with a devilish smirk, "I'm not done with you yet,"

   "Wh…" my words were cut off as my body was flying in the air and I landed hard on the bed. I groaned as my body flounced before I looked to my side and hissed. He threw me to the other side of the bed, almost out of the bed. I propped myself onto my elbows to glare at him, but he was gone from there. I found him standing at the foot of the bed, his cock in the air. The poor thing had swollen from postponed ejaculation.

   "Ready for part three?"

   "Four, fucking part four," I corrected. Cyrus gave me a daring smirk and grabbed my ankles. He pulled me to the end of the bed, bending my legs over his shoulders as he dove his lips into my sex. He used his damn werewolf speed. I almost didn't see it happen so I couldn't exactly stop him. I was tired of his stupid game and tired of him. Let's just get this over with already! "Bastard," I cried as my back arched off the bed. He chuckled against me and the very action alone had me moaning and whimpering.