Chapter 50

Chapter 50
Elisa’s POV 

I wanted him to take me here and now, outside here. My wolf couldn't wait, my pussy was itching to have his cock swallowed whole inside of me. My hormones shot off in a riot. 

I was vibrating and would surely fall if not for him grabbing me. I whimpered, shook, and twirled my body, all to his touches. 

“Padre, fuck me outside here.” I whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes but he kissed my lips. Time elapsed, I froze. The kiss was unexpected yet one that pushed all other things into static motion except us. 

He turned me back to him swiftly. I thought about another kiss but it was him jacking me up from across the ground. 

“What are you up to?” I whispered, grabbing his shoulders as he carried me. He was heading towards the water, his eyes lowered, face descended, placing a kiss on his forehead. 

“Awww–” I moaned. I wanted another one. I wanted it over and over again but he set me down in the water as we arrived. The cold water touched my skin. 

“Let's bathe and get out of there!” He commanded, his heavy voice shooting deep with disappointment. My eyes dropped the question on my mind. I was too heavy to talk. 

His lips curled to the right, he seemed to want to say something but a second, two, three, four, he didn't. My breath for a while is contained. 

“I really want you inside of me.” I cried. 

“I really want you inside of me!!” I would feign to gain his attention. 

He looked at me, looked away but kept scooping the water and pouring on his body. I'd barely done anything. 

“Come on, get on to bathing. That's why we even came here.” He teased me. 

I flipped my eyelashes excitedly. My body grew tender. In ten minutes, we were done and out of the lake. Roman grabbed me from the ground, taking all of our loads with us. 

We walked naked to the cabin. We'd already sensed, no one in sight. It was dead of the night and everyone was sleeping inside. 

“I just pray Slyvia wouldn't come to interrupt us.” 

He spat. “Who cares about that name?” 

My lips were left hanging upon hearing this. 

“I don't think you mean–” 

“Do you want me to fuck you tonight or not?” 

I remained still at the word “fuck.” He said with such ease like something he had been doing quite often. 

He turned me, smacking my ass so hard that I yelped. His left palm rounded my lips stopping me from moaning. The worst thing I could ever feel, yet erotic. Bottling the sparks inside of me got me feeling like I was going to explode. 

“Don't ever mention that name while I'm with you.” He warned. 

“Yes, sir.” I snapped before I could process it. 

Roman is my professor, he qualified for the title. 

He bent me over the bed, spreading my legs wide apart. They were shaking while he squatted behind me. There was a golden-lighted solar charged lantern by the table a few inches away giving light to the room as the curtains were drawn over. With this light, he will see me totally bare. 

This thought alone got me shivering. 

“I wanna fuck you pretty, little cunt.” He dived off his tongue over me down there barely saying it. I grabbed the bed, moaning, feeling my legs terribly. 

That's the power of the kind of obsession I have for him. 

I heard his slow, crafty chuckle. “I haven't even done anything to you and you're shaking?” 

Nervous reflexes sparked within me, getting me acting weird. My moans, goosebumps, shivering all emerged. 

“I'd always been obsessed about you but when Sylvia came along, I thought you would never look at me again.” I confessed. 

“One reason why I waited for you at your parents’ pack house even though I knew I was being maltreated.” 

He slid his left hand over my boobs, smooching them, silencing me without an order. 

“You don't have to talk too much!” The main order. 

I drew in a deep, long breath, cut in the midst. 

Roman bent me over straighter on the bed. As I lay, he pushed me further until I fully got into the bed. He climbed over after me, suspending his weight over me, should someone be viewing from up, I believe no one would see me. 

Just a thought. 

It was a cabin here. 

“You look so beautiful, my mate.” Roman acclaimed, coming closer to me. His lips brushed over mine. I was hoping, shaking, praying harder but all of a sudden, he dropped beside me. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. 

He drew in a breath. “I'd thought about getting something right before continuing.” 

“What are those?” I asked. 

“What's the aim of our relationship? Where will we see each other in the next five years?” 

I sprang up, eyes pale with both worry and anger. “Why do you bring up such a topic at all at this point?” I grunted, dropping to the bed and wanting to scream so sad when I felt his hand over my lips. From my lips, he extended to my boobs grabbing them so tight, then my right nipples. 

His eyes were a filter of desire and the deepest lust. He was in for no question but to punish me, to make me want him more. Rather than get the urge ceased, he was doing this to triple it. 

I rolled my eyes, turning it away. I grabbed his cock, the bravest act for a girl too obsessed with this hot, handsome guy and wanting to surrender my whole body for him to use as he pleases. 

“Ouchhh–” he groaned. 

“Honey, I want to be with you forever.” I whispered into his ear. 

His lips curled into a tight, thoughtful smile. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes. I'm really obsessed with you.” I whispered, my tone sounding like a siren. 

Slowly, I watched him slowly rise from the bed he lay up to me. “If so, let's do it!” 

So he was looking for a forever? 

The next few seconds, I was screaming hard from his lips on my boobs, his lip set on the right and his hand set on my left boobs. From time to time, he lifted his head over to me. 

My cheeks flushed a red. 

“I'll fuck-reset your brain tonight!” Roman’s deep voice rumbled like thunder over my ear.