She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 117: In

Serah POV

"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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It was becoming unbearable, the way his stare wandered all over the nude I exhibited. His grip on my inner thigh, flocking me with tender kisses. All the places he would touch would play their own fireworks, and I would be agonising through the wait.

My head melting into the pillow, my back arching very slow, as I see his face moving low.

I did anticipate his touch but my body had a mind of its own, his tongue knew exactly where to go, where to ignite the most sinful part of myself.

My hips were up for him to eat, my dignity was disintegrated as the need for him to continue intensified.

The moans followed a rhythm that knew how to be pleasing to his ears, each time I couldn't chock the sultry sound his play became urged.

As nice it was to have him between my legs, his tongue was no longer enough.

I wanted him fully.

However, he was commanding this time, before words could even surface, his head was buried, tangled with my bud, and he had this amazing idea to add in his fingers.

The ocean I was spreading lubricated the gateway, so both his fingers didn't have any difficulty to go as far and they could before they exited. And thus for a while, making my sanity brittle because my attention was divided, although, the pleasure doubled.

His teeth grazing the most sensitive part of my intimacy was the last straw, I grabbed his hair pulling him upwards for him to look me in the eyes.

"Put it in already!"

But his mischievous expression promised a torturing wait. He only bent forward to shut me up with an obscene lip locking.

Birthing bursting glitter through my throat.

From the nape of my neck, to the hollow of my spine, they went down to the source, where his major and index had their own party.

The control I had over my body was taken away from me.

It moved on its own, it sang on its own and it knew how to beg.

I bit his upper lip, craving for depth, for everything he could offer at once. His hands busied themselves with the flesh covering my lower body.

And his head was all over mine.

"Jay."

I said breaking away from a kiss that didn't seem to end. The oxygen couldn't get the opportunity to come back to me that he was invading my voice.

He enjoyed it, as I felt him hard on my stomach, and he was ignoring it. My arms trapped over his large back, pulled him forward so I could align our lower parts together.

His palms couldn't save him, he did try to position them on the side but he still crumbled on top of me.

My back arched letting my wetness greet the member that it had to welcome.

He sank his fangs on my shoulders, making me wince.

"Serah, sorry..."

"It's okay, but I don't think marking me now will do us any good."

His pupils darkened in craving while mine lit up from the blood that was drawn.

He licked the scratch but it wasn't soothing my needs.

"It's gold."

My lips curved and deposed a chaste kiss on his nose.

"I know."

His eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Your eyes, they always seemed black when your sexual desire comes up, but now, I could see all the dark shades blue could possess."

His grin lightened his eyes but his sexual needs didn't. It was time. No words were exchanged but we both arrived at a point where the teasing was unbearable, where the preliminaries needed its main course.

His hand cupped my cheeks, bringing in muted kisses all over my face. But my head was elsewhere.

Where his hands positioned themselves right under my thighs to lift up my ass, he was on his knees, right in front of me.

I gulped down the anxiety rioting in my stomach and I acquiesced when his eyes longed for approval.

It had been a while I was waiting but now that he was right under my nose, my insides tied together, frightened by the new experience we would be having.

I was confident, I could take him but the last time I had an intercourse was right before Kevin slumbered to his coma.

To say less, it had been a while.

He pushed my knees towards my torso, and started to insert himself.

I stopped breathing and snatched the sheets.

And the parts of him that I never felt in my inner walls, were starting to widen them. The pain was overtaken by the explosive sensation of pleasure and his worrisome face.

Through the bond I communicated how alright I was and all of him was advancing until everything went in.

Everything paused for a second.

I could feel the stretching, his bulging and the excitement scattering from my belly.

"Can I?"

He pleaded and I could only oblige. I nodded and it started.

He pulled out, until he was far away enough to put it back in. I cried for more, embracing the foreign feeling that was created from our union.

It was at this moment, he knew that he didn't have to be careful with his thrusts.

Back and forth, it accelerated so did my voice that I couldn't bear it in.

He traced my legs until he arrived at my calves that he didn't hesitate to put on his shoulders.

His muffled voice was cunning, making me reach for my highs way faster.

Each time he pulled my hips closer, I was close.

How or when, my brain wasn't functioning that fast. But the look on his face was confirming my theory.

We both were at that place of euphory, the pace slowed until he accelerated without any ounce of niceness but it was perfect.

I needed it to be it.

"Keep going."

As asked he maintained the wanted tempo, a beat on which we'll have our first climax.

The sheets I was holding onto were now shredded to pieces, so I went for his arms, his neck, something I could hold onto.

My legs back to the bed, my heels digging violently while waiting for that moment.

I brought him closer.

And here my mind went blank, reaching the zenith, lost among the stars.

With his growl invading the whole space.

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