What a surprise.
Processing what Priscilla had said was not an easy process. Especially because he, who was supposedly the one who had put the obstacles from the beginning, had been the driving force behind the whole situation.
-I said what?- he asked again as if he still could not believe what his she-wolf had said.
Priscilla stirred against him, losing strength again and feeling her conscience lost in the haze of desire of her heat. Her body ached with need and her muscles tensed.
-Look what... you're an idiot... for what... suits you- she gasped and bit Layan's neck drawing a moan from him- It's all... your fault... so don't... reject me... again- after that she let out a plaintive moan and wrapped her arms around her wolf's neck inhaling his scent.
-Come on Priscilla, tell me more details,- he caressed her back. Knowing that he was the one who had claimed her in the beginning was something that was spinning in her head. She seriously couldn't believe it- And that she wanted to know more about this supposed vision, yes, she did-.
But he could only growl when her teeth dug into his neck deeper again. Priscilla had gone again, carried away by the tide of sensations of her desire and now only her instinct was present. Her hand moved down the length of his torso brushing it with her claws that were starting to come out until her fingers touched above the wolf's erection.
Layan was so sensitive he had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from cumming right then and there. Damn, he cursed. He didn't know who was shaking more, her or him. Priscilla's pheromones were strong again and the heat between her thighs rubbing against his erection was getting more and more powerful and it was driving him crazy.
-Shit-- he grunted before turning and dropped her on the bed with a muffled sound. She gasped and wriggled both from the mild impact and the separation from the male wolf's body rubbing.
Layan sat up between her thighs, his body completely naked, with a light layer of sweat covering him further framing his defined muscles. His chest rising and falling at his forced breaths and his erection rubbing his abdomen hard and wet. All dominant male wolf ready to mate.
And yet he had to maintain control over her every action. He was not the typical soft, romantic wolf that Hades was. Yes, he could be gentle and loving, but when it came to sex... he had his preferences and having his mate whimpering and moaning underneath him while burying herself deep with hard movements was one of the things that turned him on to the point of losing his mind.
He didn't know if Priscilla was ready to receive that kind of intensity during the act. But she was tough and strong, maybe if she could withstand one night with him and be able to tell about it the next day. He smiled.
This would be fun.
-Tonight is for you love. Just enjoy.
With a quick movement he tore off Priscilla's clothes that were in the way. He needed to touch her, kiss her, lick her, bite her, so when he leaned forward spreading her legs even wider with his weight he attacked her lips in a fiery kiss.
His she-wolf responded by letting their tongues tangle with hers, prodding each other with their fangs and forming a wet, obscene sound between the two of them. His hands moved down caressing her sides and feminine curves until they led to the mounds of her breasts.
Layan couldn't complain, every part of her molded perfectly to him, as if she had been designed to fit together perfectly.
He licked the side of her face leaving a kiss on her cheek. He reached for the lobe and bit and sucked on it until it was swollen and red. Priscilla stirred beneath him, but he wouldn't let her go holding her back with his hips. Her legs wrapped around his thighs keeping their legs intertwined.
-This is better than I thought,- Layan moaned still wondering why he had such a hard time being conscious when he touched her at night like she said. But somehow this felt so natural it was even scary and he wasn't saying that because of the few times he had touched her in all his reasoning, it was as if he was used to doing it during.
He descended leaving hickeys all along her hot white skin until his mouth closed around one of her breasts and slurped squeezing it between his lips. His other hand stimulating the other nipple. He heard her moan and stir her hips against his.
Layan smiled and began to lick the hard nipple poking it with his fangs. He felt her shuddering under his touch. But it wasn't enough. He needed more, much more. He licked and bit the tender, sensitive skin until it was so swollen it hurt to look at, but they looked so beautiful those red buttons.
He heard the wet sound that formed at the friction between his she-wolf's legs and salivated. He wanted to taste. She-wolves were much sweeter in their rut and he would feast on that. He licked down the flat, quivering abdomen until he reached his groin. Priscilla moaned and raised her head slightly. Her eyes showed the excitement typical of heat.
-I'll make you feel good,- he kissed the inside of her thigh and then bit down on it, leaving his fang marks.
He slowly sat up and brought two fingers to her wet, throbbing entrance. Layan could swear that with just the sight alone he could be satisfied, and yet he had to be strong. He felt like burying himself inside her all the way to the base and staying there enjoying the cozy warmth and tightness he was sure to find, but that was a long way off. She would be ready for him and the experience would undoubtedly be unprecedented.
Her fingers caressed the soft lips. They felt like velvet. He heard her gasp in frustration knowing she wanted a little more and he indulged her. His fingers pushed inward, gently, slowly, without forcing too much. The heat he found made him gasp imagining it around his cock. Every muscle in him was tense.
He moved his fingers in a circular motion stimulating it and lubricating the area until his fingers could go no further. There it was, the thin wall that made her a virgin she-wolf and he had the urge to tear at it with his fingertips. But he pulled them out as he heard her moan and this time it wasn't exactly from pleasure.
That sound moved him. He didn't want her to suffer, he wanted to make her scream with lust, lust provoked by him. So he lowered his head and buried his mouth between her thighs. Where the taste filled his taste pupils and made him growl.
Priscilla's hand buried itself in his long hair as only sounds came from her mouth. Layan slurped, licked, bit the tender, virgin lips unable to satiate him. The sweet taste was delicious exploding in his mouth. He found the swollen clit and sucked on it earning a scream from Priscilla. And he continued to torture her, focused on giving her pleasure, until she lost her mind and could only think of him. Because he was hers and the only one she had to look at.
And it wasn't until Priscilla became a sea of trembling from the orgasm that assaulted her that she lifted her head with her lips glistening as much from his saliva as from his she-wolf's liquid. He licked them clean with the torso of his hand.
And he marveled at the image before him. Priscilla panting, sweating, heaving, her legs spread submissively to him. Something he knew he should enjoy because if there was one thing he knew very well it was that Priscilla was not at all submissive.
But Layan had yet to cum and Priscilla's scent was still potent. So they still had a lot to do, and it didn't include penetration. That wasn't a problem.
He grabbed her arm and made her lay on her stomach. Her body was lax, allowing herself to be moved back and forth by him. Panting the alpha lifted her hips and settled her so that her thighs were against his and his erection between her thighs rubbing against the soft interior. They both grunted against the contact of their genitals.
Layan leaned back leaning his weight against her though he kept her hips raised and licked the nape of her neck possessively. His grip was ironclad commanding her with both his body and his scent not to move. He commanded now.
-Mia- and he moved his hips hard forward.
The brush of his hard member between her vaginal lips made an obscene but delicious sound. Priscilla bit the pillow beneath her and her nails clenched the sheet. Layan kept moving with fierce, hard thrusts. He wasn't penetrating her, but it felt like he was, because it felt so good she could barely think.
He licked insistently at the nape of her neck, where his mark was. Her gums ached from biting the skin to the base of his fangs, but it would be hurting her again and the bigger bite would come soon. She had to reinforce her mark on her loa as much as possible so everyone would know it was hers. Totally his.
The heat in the room grew more intense, the denser pheromones of the two intertwining. The liquid running down the she-wolf's quivering thighs where she only held her hips up by her male's hand. And it wasn't long before the wild friction of their bodies drove them to madness.
Priscila wanted to scream but she could not. Her mind went blank after the powerful orgasm she received, squeezing the throbbing member between her thighs and letting the semen stain her abdomen, breasts and sheets. She could feel a bulge being created against her throbbing vagina that rubbed gently quivering from how sensitive it was. But all that faded into the background.
Her scent was diminishing along with her eyes that were closing. Layan had released her hips and her body fell back on the sheet. Shaken, exhausted, a little frustrated but still pleased. And from faded away feeling kisses and soft licks on her shoulder and back and a voice repeating over and over again.
Mia