Wolf's Mate

seven

Malaika's limbs moved of their own accord. For a good second, she was not in possession of herself and instead, a fascinating being who appeared to be made solely of lust and dirty thoughts took over her as she made for Hanwi. From her mysterious third vantage point, she was sure she was moving in absolute slow motion. Everything was charged yet so torturously slow. Then finally, she was in Hanwi's arms, throwing hers over her neck, wanting to drown in that kiss further, dance and revel in it, worship it the way it had been intended.

To start, the kiss had been careful, a tad bashful. It left space for when she would want out of it. She could not remember at any point of her life experiencing such carefulness. "I won't break," she whispered into the kiss, opening her eyes to find golden ones looking at her. She gasped then hoped she was looking at her with a fraction of the same reverence - same wantonness.

"I do not doubt this," Hanwi said. Unlike Malaika, she appeared to not be out of breath. "What I want is to confirm that you are okay with this. It is rather a lot and while I am flattered that you want us to fuck senseless, there is the very real possibility that you might freak out the moment all this is done."

Malaika knew she was saying all the right things. She was supposed to be freaking out - thinking about the scientific implication of all of it. She was supposed to be throwing salt at Hanwi. Calling for someone to come save her from being devoured by a big canine that turned into a person and as such, had to be ostensibly clever. Yet, try as she might, she could not find the urgency in it. Her urgency was absolutely focused on trying to get her clothes off. On going down on her. On tasting her.

"I want this. I want all of it. If we are being honest, I don't know what I am feeling about the other parts of this but I do know that I want us to fuck real bad. We can figure the rest after."

She was not sure what she had said because the steadiness of Hanwi's breathing was lost. She was suddenly labouring through it just as much as Malaika was. "You're sure about this?"

Malaika nodded. "Absolutely."

This, it seemed, was the right thing to say as all the inhibitions were lost and Hanwi all but devoured her. She kissed with the expertise of a veteran athlete - precise technique, a quench to savour the event, a deep respect for the sport and a proper savouring of the moment. Then she let her hands explore more than her face. She touched - no - she gathered her like one would sand. She touched her as though she would disappear in the next second were she not careful. As though she was going to disappear and she would have to start from the beginning once more. Gather her once more. Lose her again. Be stuck in a vicious cycle.

It was when Hanwi gathered her ample ass did she let escape her first moan. It was so good being held like that. She had never, in all her years of celibacy, thought she needed sexual intimacy. In fact, she had fashioned herself a sort of asexual only she had not thought to look deep into it and simply accepted it as a state of being.

Being touched and kissed by Hanwi seemed to put that long-held theory to rest.

"More," she said into the kiss, pulling her closer, then pushing herself closer because she apparently wanted to rub into something - anything. She felt like she was slowly gathering fire within and outside of herself. She needed it quelled.

Hanwi pinched and then pushed her back. They hit the shelf and from the sounds of it, she was sure a couple of her books had come loose, probably celebrating the shagging that was to be and finally getting a reprieve from being consumed in the vigour she used.

"Fuck," Hanwi said into the kiss, her right hand leaving the shelf, groping her breast with abandon. "It's like you were made with me in mind." She said as she pulled away, her eyes falling to the breast she was fondling as though she could not believe it really was happening.

"Well," Malaika said, placing her hand atop the one groping her breast, "that is the typical nature of mates in the werewolf world, no?"

Her eyes moved from her breast and fell in line with hers. A shiver deliciously took over Malaika's spine so savagely she physically moved. "Is it too weird to say that I can smell the very arousal of you?"

She wanted to hide. She had never been one for such wanton talks. She was raised to never say what was on her mind so it behooved her Hanwi was saying such things without a hint of embarrassment. Nevertheless, "No," she said, fighting to maintain eye contact, "I don't think it is weird at all."

A ghost of a smile passed through Hanwi's lips. "Then I guess it is okay to say that I do want you to ride my face immediately."

She moved back, almost struggling to enter the very solid shelves. With the bashfulness about herself, she was half convinced she was surely back into her virginal days. It all felt too new and too much and she was just a girl.

Hanwi raised her hand to her chin, pushing her to eye contact. "Don't do that. I am doing everything in my power to be careful with you."

Malaika did not like that very much. She huffed. "You want me to ride your face sensibly then?"

Her eyes darken, the hand still on her ass getting tighter. Another moan escaped her. She thought her days of getting sinfully wet were behind her. She swallowed.

Depraved did not cover what she thought was about to happen.

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For a person who likes writing bad manners, I really struggle with revising my chapters, lol! I have also straight up given up on trying to sound properly American and for that, I apologise.