She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 116: Be one

Serah's POV

"We can still have sex on the bed even if it breaks. I'm not so sure about the desk. So keep up with me because I'm not letting you go tonight."

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The walk towards his room was taking forever, the sound of our steps were masked by the two beating hearts, they synchronised to the same desire and expectation.

I would take a glimpse of his face as I was straddled like a princess in his arms. His fingers might leave some trace as everytime my lust increased his hold tightened.

His gaze never left the hall, I wasn't jealous but I didn't like the fact that I was more obsessed and the anticipation was churning my insides. My palm was reaching for his jaw and only there did his midnight blue glanced my way.

"Serah, there are only a few steps before getting into the room, you wouldn't want an entire pack witnessing our mating ceremony."

I swallowed his promise.

And contented myself with those little sparks spreading where our body touched.

The distraction was enough for me to have entered a place that had been designed for our immoral acts.

He dropped me on the floor, and closed the door soundlessly. My chest was pumping, gradually awaiting for our sinful needs to play out but he left me for a glass of water.

The way his fingers curved around the bottle lid, the way the liquid poured with delicacy on the transparent holder, how the formless embraced its form.

That was how I wanted to be treated.

Somehow, the seconds turned into minutes and our eyes never met, he was turning his back acting as if he was busy. As if I wasn't here by the door waiting for him to seal the deal.

"Jay-"

"I can't be nice Serah. Let me compose first."

My heart lodged itself comfortably against my lungs, as my breathing calmed. My elbows on his counter, my cheeks on hand, I looked at his back."

"That's exactly what I'm asking for."

My eyes were mesmerized by his back muscles flexing through his fabric.

But he went rigid without giving any sign of breathing.

I was determined to change the vibe but he quickly crossed the room and was now standing right in front of me.

His blue orbs against my burnt one, darkening at the same pace, as our heart could not be described as tame anymore, nor our cravings.

The hunger sipped into my cells, possessed by the need to welcome him to that secret garden.

I had been tasting my lips with anticipation and the man that he was wanted to be my tongue.

Hence, he didn't hesitate, the little gap that enabled my brain to receive some oxygen was out of the picture and my lips did get captured.

Cautiously, we played, exploring all over again each other's flavour, knowing all too well it will be the most disciplined we'll ever be.

As I was saying, while I was savouring the mouth play, his hands slid down, making my skin shiver to his palm. I hated the way my body would submit to him, as if I was losing ownership of myself.

Moreover, he wasn't waiting to claim his due.

The soft pecks on my neck, my t-shirt on the floor, his hands unzipping my jeans.

My mind was having a hard time following, his kisses rapidly descended to my chest, his head comfortably taking place, while both fabrics on my legs where at my feet, I was elevated to his eye level, my arms around his shoulder as everything under my belt disappeared.

I was held by his gaze, and his touch travelled from the base of my back until he reached the last piece of clothes that wasn't even covering much.

Jay took his time to unclip it and I had to watch his eyes fall down as did my undergarment.

Shyness took over, my head turned to the side but his hands were already on my shin, demanding our gazes to lock.

"Look at me losing all my senses because of you."

His deep timber always resonated through my bones, making me unable to ignore any of his requests.

So I dove into him, my arms tightening around his neck, making my mission to invade all the right spots in his mouth.

Our tongues fought a battle we were both willing to lose. The rhythm was now out of my control, as his caresses were driving me nuts, my back became a play area to all the sparks he was igniting.

My flesh was put on fire, drunk on the gasoline he was feeding me.

I wanted more and the fabric that I was glad I could hold onto was becoming a bother.

An hindrance, to greater sensation, to a raw feel I was denied.

The frustration was heard, my feet were back on the ground for him to take off the clothes that were hiding his upper body.

The process was hard to shy away from, his torso was carved by fine artists, making sure all his muscles were defined.

My fingers traced the lines that were embedded in his tissue. Drawing the repeating patterns, until his reactions were satisfying.

His breathing accelerated, as his hunger rose.

My nails knew how to push him on edge, leaving him on a cliff, hanging for more. They outlined his v, somehow guiding me down to the part that was eager to be given attention.

It was already big, throbbing as if it wasn't in my mouth a moment ago.

But I wouldn't mind taking responsibility. Again and again, if needed.

My horrid thoughts ran wild, and my hand dove under his pants, as he winced to the move. His hair tickled my neck while my handle did the job.

Everytime my motion would go up and down, his teeth would graze my shoulder and I was enjoying it a little too much.

The outside noise was nonexistent, I lived in a present that was too dirty for my own conscience.

My knees were ready to hit the floor but the hands firmly grabbing my hips weren't allowing it.

"Serah, it's your turn now."

The promise was alluring, he carried me like a princess and deposed me on the perfectly clean bed. My cheeks reddened to the idea to mess it all up.

My blood migrated south making my lower stomach feel the awaited butterflies.

Back against the sheets, and his hands on my closed thighs.

Our eyes were talking but I couldn't help but tremble to my own imagination.

I wasn't left long in my head, he was on his knees at my feet, graciously opening my legs.

My throat gulped down the foretelling.

My stomach moved up and down as his hands reached for my abs first, and tenderly sank lower while spreading me as if I wasn't I wasn't already fully open for him.

A moan escaped, when he brushed against my untouched flower. And his teasing knew no bond while I was waiting for whatever he was willing to do.

His touch was featherly like, as if I had a ghost hovering above my intimacy but not doing anything.

"Just do something!"

My voice was conveying my distress. I wanted him, in any form he would have wanted but my patience was running low.

And his smirk wasn't appreciated. Not now, not when I was begging.

"Love, let me enjoy your uniqueness, after tonight, we'll share the same scent, we'll be one."

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