Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Eight

Hans had never desired another female the way he desired her. Her juices flowed over his tongue, igniting a spark within him that he thought had died out long ago. He felt his wolf surge forward, almost taking over completely. He could feel the wolf's possessiveness take over. No one would ever touch the female that writhed beneath his touch aside from him. She was his.

When he finally lifted himself from between his legs, he could tell she was ready for him. The force of her arousal was almost too overwhelming for him to bare. He had to be gentle lest he hurt her. He crawled up the length of her both, taking in each delicious ounce of flesh as he did so.

Eyes glued to her face, his pressed himself against her to gauge how her body, and mind, will respond. She moaned, pushing her own body against his. She was ready to be taken. Her body was practically begging for it. He ground against her a couple more times before finally pushing himself within her velvety folds.

He was slightly taken aback by the lack of resistance as he enters her for the first time. Her eyes flew open, meeting his gaze. By the lack of fear in her eyes, it was clear that she has known about her lack of feminine anatomy. In his brief moment of distraction, his wolf lunged forward. He felt his resolve and restraint snap as the wolf within took control.

"And here I thought I would have to be gentle," His wolf growled.

The fear within her eyes doubled. He struggled to reign in his wolf but failed as he reared back, thrusting hard. Hans expected Eve to cry out in pain but the sound that reached his ears was far from the sound one in pain would make. Her body enveloped him, accepting him. Her heart beat quickened, back rising from the mattress.

"MINE." That one resounding thought filled Hans mind, body and soul.

He ripped the thin threads of sheet that held her arms in place. He lifted a leg over his, thrusting into her again. She let out another shrill scream of pleasure, finger nails digging into his chest. His wolf growled at the sensation. Hans normally never allowed his wolf to be in control but it was odd how his wolf had some measure of self restraint when it came to the female now lying beneath him. He knew the girl was a halfling but he'd never asked what she was mixed with. He merely assumed her to be half Faye, half human.

"Hans.." Eve gasped, hips lifting in a feeble attempt to match his urgent thrusts. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips, his body towering over her. Her breasts lifted with each powerful thrust he delivered. The headboard slammed into the wall, no doubt alerting the rest of the staff to their current situation. He grinned at the thought, though he knew she would not be as amused if she only realized how loud they were being.

He lowered his head, forehead resting against hers. He reveled in the audible gasps and moans that fell from her lips as he claimed her as his own. He matched her sounds with those of his own. He growled and grunted as their bodies collided with one another. Her fingers curled against the back of his neck, sweat glistening off both their bodies. Their lips met, pressing greedily against one another.

He was surprised she hadn't reached her peak yet. He'd heard rumors of the extent it took to fully please a Siren. Apparently, those rumors were true. Eve moaned and writhed beneath him, clawing desperately at his skin as she sought after the ever illusive female climax. Hans was far from his own peak but he possessed a strong sexual appetite and could often go for hours before being sated.

"Fuck..." He growled, slowing his movements.

"Hans...please.." She begged, pressing her body up against his own. He knew what she was pleading for even if she found herself unable to speak the words.

"Sssh. I am far from done, Eve." He promised, pulling himself up, "Turn around."

She seemed confused, out of sorts, for a moment before finally doing as instructed. He positioned himself behind her, taking a moment to appreciate the curve of her rear end before filling her once more. She cried out at the new sensation, fingers curling in the cover. As much as he desperately longed to watch her face in her moment of release, the new position seemed to be just what they both needed.

He loomed over her, one hand placed on the wall for balance as he moved against her. She pushed her body back with each thrust, desperate for every inch of his man hood. He hadn't been filling her completely up until now, the angle of their previous position making that near to impossible. But now, he could clearly tell that he'd been holding back. He sought to remedy that immediately.

He lunged forward, sinking every inch of his throbbing flesh deep within her. The effect was almost immediate. He felt her body tense around him, an ear piercing screech falling from her lips as he slammed into her over and over. That sound was enough to push away the last strand of restraint he had left. He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her up. She rested against his chest as he pounded inside her.

His fangs came and just as he sensed her nearing her released, he sank his fangs within her. The taste that flooded his mouth was perfect bliss. His hand gripped the front of her throat, squeezing lightly. His other hand lowered between her legs, rubbing her tiny feminine bulb as he coaxed her into release.

Her release was powerful. He felt it wash over him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. She screamed his name, more than once, as wave after wave poured through her. His wolf felt it and it only made him want to fuck her harder...which he did. He kept her in that position, thrusting up with more force than he probably should have. After her second release, he felt her go limp against him and it was only at this point that he was able to reign in his wolf.

He had yet to experience his own release but he could tell that Eve could handle no more. He slowed his movements, sighing softly as he slowly laid her down onto the bed.