The Eyes Of The Beast

What an Alpha tastes like

Ecstasy pumped through her bloodstream, a biting pleasure she had no desire or will to resist. She wanted to hastily unbutton his crisp shirt, to lick his skin, mark him with her nails, to ride him, to possess him and to be possessed by him.

His lips touched hers and she moaned. His hands snaked down as he roughly grabbed her hips, the grip tightened as he lifted her without any apparent effort and began to kiss her in earnest.

Fire traveled through the raw eroticism of the open mouthed kiss to curl her toes, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her hands softly yanking his black curls as she continued to kiss him with their bodies pressed tight. Her dress riding up her legs, which was now pooled up her waist.

"Mine. All mine."

Was it wrong that sparks sizzled along her spine at hearing that, at seeing the utter possession in his voice, the dark passion on his face? Probably. But she didn't care. Ever since the incident, she couldn't even look another man in the eye, but there was something about Ares that made her blindly trust him. She was finally ready to move on.

"Yes," she agreed. "My heart is yours."

A flash of satisfaction and pride in his eyes.

Ares drew in the scent of Evelyn's satisfaction, holding back the dark passion within him by the narrowest of margins, passion that wrenched at the restraints, hungering to take her with a fury he wasn't certain she'd survive even at full strength.

She felt so soft against his touch, every inch of her skin so perfect to touch, to caress.

Ares wondered if he could put a finger on it. Was it the way her lips felt, or her hair smelled or her mouth tasted? Was it the way she was arching his body up against his, either by accident or design? Was it the way she breathed heavily as she leaned against him, between his legs, pinning her to the wall? Or was it something else? The way her eyes moved, raw and full of life.

Her dress was thin and wet, highlighting her round breasts. Interrupting the sound of their breathy moans was the sound of him tearing away that flimsy fabric exposing her perfect breasts. She moaned in pleasure for when his head dipped down and sucked on her nipple. He could feel it getting taut and hard under his tongue.

"I will rip out those son's of bitches eyes out if they think they can lust after what's mine" he roared possessively.

Her scent wrapped around him, like a cocoon, binding them together. Growing impatient, he strengthened his grip around her waist as he rubbed his fully clothed body against her naked one.

Mustering her courage, she tugged at his nape to reverse their position, because for once she wanted to be the one in control. He must've seen something in her eyes, as now they landed on the bed with her on top, his hand still lying perilously close to the soft rise of her hip.

She slowly, agonisingly slowly undid his buttons, one by one, revealing a very muscular, sculpted chest. Staring at him in awe and unbridled lust, she tentatively hooked her fingers under the waist of his pants. At the first tug Ares rumbled out a low growl at being teased, making her crack a smile. She bent down as her mouth found way to his soft ones. It didn't take a brain surgeon to understand that he wasn't used to being the submissive one.

He was now only in his briefs, as her soft, shy lips were exploring his body slowly. He could see her apprehension and anxiousness, even though she appeared brave upfront. Her lips now nipped hard where her mark was supposed to be,

"Fuck!" His hand fisted tighter against the sheets but he made no move to shove or otherwise direct her head, as if he knew how thin a line she was walking. She raised her head up with a seductive glint in her eyes, the flushed curves of her breasts rose up and down in a ragged rhythm that was the most potent of seductions for him.

He couldn't take it anymore, as he pulled her roughly and got on top of her with a deathly grip as he pinioned her hands over her head. His wolf had taken control and when he looked down in her eyes, there was no one there.

The woman who seduced him with confidence just a moment before was lost in the abyss of those mysterious green orbs, now replaced with a caged animal who was fighting for survival.

She thrashed against his grip, her green eyes now washed in a sheen of wetness. He let go of her hand as she repeatedly thumped her tiny fist against his chest. Her fury now turned into sobs so harsh they spoke of unimaginable pain, her tiny body crumpling over his own. Never in his life would he forget those heartbreaking sobs that racked through her body. She picked up the remnants of her clothes and ran outside before muttering,

"I hate you" A whisper.

And in that moment, he hated himself too.