She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 122: Protection

Serah POV

“You heard right. I think we may have some privacy.”

His words were enough to burn me alive, what happened next would be out of my control.

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The room held every bit of my attention, but ever since his presence had been made, the fingers that wanted to trace the dark ebony wanted flesh.
The appetising fruits coming out of the walls lost all its sweetness against his reddening skin.
I wanted a bite, and to get devoured.

The blood on my face acquiesced when I felt the liquid move down to my ripped flower.

Ready to lose all its elegance, welcoming shame and locking away our purity.

My mind was the worst, an unsalvable entity. I wanted my petals reaped, torn at each turn, and to be savored in incivility.

My needs and wants melted into one desire, his touch.
However, he wanted to but now.

The mixture of acid and burning pleasure was destroying my gut.
My organs stirred into one specific goal.

Get f*cked.

To my utmost happiness my potential partner was living the same hell as I was.

The man in front of me lacked control, his shirt moving through his heretic breathing.
His tissues, his muscles knew how to drive me crazy.

My mind was already gone.

The space between our two bodies never decreased but the tension sure did.

We both knew that the first to move would start a battle. Blood will be shed, sweat, and even tears.
Cries and Screams, days of struggle, and there would be no going back.

I already signed, but who would be the one to provoke? Who would be the one to get triggered? That would be the grand question.

We were facing each other like some predators ready to pounce on one another.
However, I couldn't understand why we were waiting.

The chase a nice part but playing at this game when we already tasted the desert was torture.

I would be the one to give in.

His scent, his micro sounds, his not so delicate gaze.
The blue was turning into a dark pool, with a depth that couldn't be captured, I simply was too far.

I dove.

Hands first, to his neck, to his hair.
My nails elongated digging into the base of his traps.
The first injury.
He roared, not bothered by the bruise but by pulling in.

My lips a breath away from his, but I chose to go down to the red marks. Licking gently my feat. His contentment was hard to ignore each time pleasure hit his core, the bond knew how to transfer it to my womb.

My inner thighs tightened trying to contain its wetness but his almost inaudible moans were pushing the vase.

I was overflowing.

A grip so hard pushed me up from my nest and I was met with a raging face.
Lips claiming mine with force, I could feel each of my blood vessels exploding under his pressure.
But I couldn't help but beg for more.
My lower lip was chewed in a sultry manner and my tongue taken as hostage, played without an ounce of reluctance.

I tried to put some weight on the act but he was too forceful, never letting me have a hand on the rhythm.

Ha wanted to play then I'll do it dirty like. I put all my weight on his foot, as he winced, letting go of his hold I pushed him down.
His great balance couldn't withhold the pressure and his back hit the warm colored carpet, with some medieval scene, my focus was clearly not there.

I had control now, I moved his arms above his head and our eyes met furiously. His head moved up to catch my lips nonetheless but I decided that I wanted to be occupied by his neck, his mark precisely.

We did eat each other out but it wasn't near enough.
It was like a thirst I knew would never be quelled.

My lycan side helped with the force exercised on his handles but somehow it wasn't enough.
He was free, free to move his hands on my butt and pushed me towards his bulging member.

My ego took a hit and so did my ass but I was ready to say thanks.

I'd curse myself but J didn’t have time for those futilities.
I wanted him everywhere on me.

My nipples hardened under the Tee, it was hurting, as if I was still compressed in fabrics that shouldn't be on our skin.

My fingers glided under the fabric covering his abs, his pecs…
I could feel how shredded he was, how hard he was.

“Stop contracting, those muscles of yours.”

My speech was only for super hearings.

Whispers coming out as sultry command, shivers playing between our skins and sparks shaking all our restraints.

“Dear, it’s the only way or else I would have finished before even starting.”

Lord, he knew how to play with my sanity. The simple thought of him covered from the way I excited him made me want to push him off the cliff.

However, he took full reigns. Indeed, when my body flipped the other way around without an ounce of discomfort I knew that I was the one under him.
His Upper body crushing my back, his hands made its way to my stomach and was sure as hell that he would migrate soon.

South or north, my pants would get damp.

His finger chose the elastic band of my pants, playing, slapping hips as he let go gently and took it back to redo exactly what he had done.

I chuckled as I was disappointed that it wasn’t even a bit painful and the bulge on his trousers somehow grew and dug less gently that before.

Moist was felt to my ear, until I recognized his teeth trailing gently towards the nap of my neck.

The compressed air contacted my naked legs, as I felt my covering down to my knees.

He took a vile pleasure to have my panty descend the curve of my hips while he pinched parts of me until it rejoined my pants.

He pulled away gently but I was still on my knees with my chest crushed to the ground.

My legs were glued together because of the fabric that wasn't fully off but it wasn't going to bother him.

He pulled my hips to his face, he breathed fast and he acted fast.

But before he started he stated.

“We need protection.”

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