Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 33 Heat

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I was lost, caught in the throes of something I couldn't fully understand. Every movement he made, every touch, sent shivers down my spine. When he rolled his hips against mine, a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips, a sound I barely recognized as my own.

I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar sensations coursing through me. This was something new, something I'd never experienced before with Lucifer. It was terrifying in its intensity, yet a small part of me—a part I didn't want to acknowledge—found it thrilling.

But the realization that I needed him, that I wanted him in ways I wasn't prepared for, sent a wave of fear crashing over me.

His hot breath grazed my ear, and his voice cut through the fog of my thoughts. "Look at me." he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming—pitch black and filled with a desire that seemed to mirror the flames igniting inside me.

Our noses were nearly touching, the proximity sparking a primal urge within me to reach out and touch him. My fingers twitched with the need, but I hesitated, fear holding me back.

But my wolf, she was done with restraint. She was hurting, desperate to take control, to give in to the desires she knew we both shared. I fought against her, but she was stronger than me, stronger than my fear.

In an instant, I lost the battle.

I could feel it in my eyes—the shift, the darkness. My right hand moved on its own, fingers trembling as they reached out to brush the side of his cheek, tracing the curve of his jaw, to his straight nose, and finally resting on his lips. Lips I had just kissed, lips I wanted to feel on every inch of me again. The thought startled me, but it was my wolf's desire, not mine—at least, that's what I tried to convince myself.

He didn't pull away. Instead, he kissed my fingertips, the gesture both tender and electric. I gasped, startled by the unexpected softness of it, and he responded with a smirk that sent a ripple of heat through me.

I wanted to pull back, to regain control, but my wolf was relentless. She tightened our legs around his waist, pulling him closer until there was hardly anything between us. The friction made him groan, a sound that reverberated through me, setting my nerves on fire.

Oh no. This is going too far.

Terrified, I realized she was pushing us to a place I wasn't ready to go. His growl, deep and primal, warned me that things were spiraling out of control.

Oh God, he's angry.

I fought with everything I had, managing to wrestle back control. Quickly, I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and slid down onto the floor, putting as much distance between us as I could.

"Please don't hurt me; my wolf got out of control." I pleaded, my voice trembling as I tried to shield myself with my hands—a futile attempt to protect myself from the storm I feared was coming.

But instead of lashing out, he gripped my arm, pulling me up with a strength that made me wince. Before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. The tension in the room thickened, each breath heavy with uncertainty.

He straddled me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, but his eyes—they weren't black anymore. The blue had returned, soft and familiar, filled with something that looked almost like regret. Leaning down, he buried his face in my neck, placing a gentle kiss there that sent a shiver through me.

"I won't ever hurt you ever again." he promises, his voice thick with emotion.

His lips began to explore my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made it impossible for me to think straight. I tilted my head, giving him more access, unable to resist the sensations he was stirring within me.

When he reached the mark he had left on me, a soft moan slipped from my lips, and the familiar sting of regret followed. Would he regret this too? Would he blame me for it again?

I needed to stop this, to regain control before it went too far. Placing both hands on his chest, I pushed against him, but he barely budged.

"Please, Lucifer, you don't want this. It's your wolf, not you." I pleaded, trying to inject reason into the heat of the moment.

His growl, low and warning, made it clear that reason had no place here. "You're mine. All mine." he declared, his voice a possessive rumble that sent a thrill through me even as fear clawed at my heart.

He wrapped my leg around his hip, his hand sliding down to cup me from beneath, pushing me against his growing hardness. My breath hitched as my body reacted on its own, my hips rolling instinctively against him, a series of soft moans escaping me despite my best efforts to stay composed.

"Please." I whispered whilst involuntarily rolling my hips desperately rubbing against him, but I wasn't sure if I was asking him to stop or begging for more. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting desires, each one pulling me in a different direction.

"I want you in me." I moaned, the words slipping out before I could stop them. He grunted in response, his grip on me tightening, and I knew we were teetering on the edge of something I wasn't ready for.

"Fuck." he groaned, the word heavy with need.

And in that moment, I realized there was no turning back. We were both caught in a storm of emotions, desire clashing with fear, and the outcome was as unpredictable as the wild forces at play within us.

Lucifer Zades P.O.V.

Give her what she wants, she wants us. She wants us buried deep within her, show her how much she can get out of us. My wolf begged inserting pictures in my head.

I felt my dick throbbing. My hips aching to roll.

I groaned.

She's on heat. My wolf growled possessively.