Wicked Cravings

12.A Problem Between his Legs💫

Octavia had seen werewolves before, but she had never seen one as large—no, enormous—as Atlas, well, not Atlas, Xandros. He was easily over seven feet tall, and his eyes swirled with colors. It was then that she realized his eyes changed with his moods:

Longing - a soft green Anxiety - a soft red Lust - dark purple

He stood completely still and lay on his stomach, then rolled over onto his back, exposing his underbelly to her. He was trusting her not to kill him. There was no surer form of trust than exposing his vulnerable underside to her.

"You know I could kill you right now?"

Octavia asked as Xandros nodded. He was well aware of the power she held, and apparently, so was she. She was now aware of the power she held over him, and he didn't mind, because he would love her regardless.

Octavia lightly touched the soft underbelly of his fur, starting from his groin and trailing her fingers upwards. He growled in pleasure, low and soft, as it reverberated throughout the forest. This wasn't just an animal; this was an animal capable of loving her, and for her to be loved in return. Octavia bent and whispered in his ear.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I think I'd prefer if you're human when you mark me again."

Octavia said as she watched his eyes widen. He rolled over and changed from Xandros to Atlas in a few seconds.

"Are you serious?"

Atlas asked her as he stood before her, horny and erect, his cock standing proudly in front of him.

"Ahmm, you seem to have a big problem between your legs."

Octavia teased as Atlas smirked.

"Don't tell me you haven't had sex yet?"

Atlas said as Octavia nodded.

"I have had it, but it's mostly been clinical. An itch that needed to be scratched."

Octavia confessed as Atlas walked up to her and lifted her into his arms.

"That needs to be remedied right now. I need to fuck you, Octavia. I don't want to go another second without my mark on your neck and my cock in your stomach. Say yes."

Atlas said as the pack house came into view. All the members of the pack stood and stared at them in happiness.

"Okay, your pack is being creepy. Why are they staring at me and smiling like that?"

Octavia asked as Atlas chuckled.

"Tonight is a very important night for them too. Tonight, they have a new Queen and a possible new heir."

Atlas said as he reached his room, opened it, and closed it behind him.

"The heir part will have to wait. I have a Jadel implant in my arm, so no babies for the next four years."

Octavia said as Atlas smirked and placed her gently on the bed. He covered her with his body as he rubbed against her pussy, creating friction through their clothing. Octavia moaned as she tried to rub herself against him—leather on jeans, camisole on t-shirt—as Atlas whimpered helplessly in her ear.

"Your human contraceptive is no match for my seed. I want you with my pup. I want you barefoot and pregnant in my palace. I want you bedded and wedded as soon as possible. I want you, Octavia."

Atlas said as he could see the terror on her face. He felt rejected. As if reading his mind, Octavia spoke his fears aloud.

"I love you, Atlas, but I would be lying if I said I was ready for pups. I am not. Can it just be you and me for a while? I'm just getting used to the fact that a werewolf is my boyfriend."

Octavia said honestly as Atlas realized what she just said.

"You claimed me. You called me your boyfriend."

Atlas said as he pinned her down with his body while teasing her softly through her leather.

"Well, you are. Aren't you?"

Octavia asked as Atlas nodded.

"I would like to be a hell of a lot more than that."

Atlas said as Octavia reached up and kissed his cheek.

"Well, you've got to do a lot more than that to convince me."

Octavia said as Atlas pulled away only to undress himself. He tugged her leather pants down to her feet and undid her top.

"No bra?"

Atlas asked as Octavia cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Are you complaining?"

She asked as Atlas shook his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. He bit, nibbled, and teased the little bud of pleasure while his other hand trailed further south between her legs. She opened up to his touch as his fingers teased her bud of nerves inside her clitoris.

She was wet, dripping, practically leaking, but that wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted her completely, as he captured her pleasure on his tongue. He had never been a fan of giving oral sex, but Octavia unleashed in him the desire to ensure that she was fully saturated.

He licked, nibbled, bit, sucked, and tasted her until her hand tangled in his hair. She tried to pull him away, tried to pull him closer, but he was a soldier to the end. He wouldn't stop, wouldn't quit until he had tasted her cum on his tongue.

She was so close.

All she needed was—and he added a finger inside her pussy—the two. He stretched her, rotating his fingers clockwise, then counterclockwise, while never missing a beat. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close.

"Atlas...I can't, I want to..."

Octavia started as Atlas knew exactly what she needed. He stopped for a moment, leaned over to his drawers, and pulled out a little stick-shaped device.

"Atlas, what is..."

Octavia asked but was silenced when he put it to her clit. The little device changed speed, going slowly at first and then fast, then somewhere in between, all while Atlas's tongue matched the speed of the vibrator.

After two minutes of the pleasurable torment, her orgasm came hard and fast as she moaned the only name that mattered.

"Atlas."

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