Chapter 3 IMPULSES AND INSTINCTS (1)
WILLA’S POV
His lips were on mine before I could even utter a reply, and I responded eagerly to the kiss, feeling the rightness and perfection of the act.
It felt like being completed even though there wasn’t a missing piece of me before. It just seemed like it moved my heart, mind and soul, putting my entire being to right.
I couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss that was surprisingly slow and steady. I had expected him to kiss me with hunger and fervor, wanting to explore every inch, given the way he had been rough and impatient in invading my personal space earlier.
“Han,” I gasped when he pulled away to lick, bite and suck on the side of my neck.
He slightly moved his thigh that was lodged between my legs, moving it slightly to provide friction to my cunt.
“Fuck,” I cursed, feeling a thick spark of pleasure ran through my entire body. I began to move my hips, chasing the same delicious friction he just gave me.
I could feel his smug smirk against my jaw, and I would’ve wiped it off his face if I wasn’t so lost in the pleasure of it all.
“Hold on, sunshine,” he rasped out as he gripped my hips to halt my desperate movements. “Allow me to divest you of all your constraints.”
I blinked blearily, a whine threatening to come out of my lips.
I was about to waspishly ask him about what constraints he was pertaining to, when all of a sudden, he freed my body from my fitted long sleeved shirt and my breeches, tearing the fabrics with ease and leaving me with my bra and underwear.
My mouth ran dry as he withdrew from me a little and took an appreciating look at my figure.
I bit my lip, wondering what he thought of what he was seeing. Because I wasn’t entirely made up of unblemished skin and soft curves, which were things that were conventionally attractive to the male gaze. While I was naturally gifted with a svelte frame all thanks to my mother, my body was packed with toughened muscles and earned battle scars. After all, I was a Warrior for my pack, and a soldier for the war effort against the tyrannical regime of the Alpha King and his vicious enmity towards humans.
“Beautiful,” Han praised after he had raked his gaze all over me, his hand slowly stroking his rigid erection. “How fucking lucky to have such a woman like you to be my fated mate.”
I swallowed, watching closely as his cock leaked a bead of precum.
“See how I’m this eager for you, Willa? I have waited for you as much as you have waited for me.”
My eyes darted up to meet his lust-filled gaze, my entire face wearing my utter surprise. But beneath my surprise, I felt my heart leap in joy, while my inner wolf howled in satisfaction, knowing there was no one else in the world would ever have Han the way I would have him.
“So you…”
He chuckled, ceasing his stroking on his erection to slide a finger on the drenched patch of my underwear.
“H-han,” I moaned, gripping his arms tightly.
“Yes, I am quite a romantic, aren’t I? But don’t mistake my… certain degree of abstinence as some sort of indicator that I wouldn’t be able to cater to you well. I had my fair share of sexual adventures. I have simply never gone all the way with anyone. But you aren’t just anyone. Right, my Willa?”
He didn’t wait for my answer. He immediately claimed my lips in a searing kiss, hitching my thighs upwards in one powerful motion. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, glad that I wouldn’t have to support my weight anymore. Because any second longer, my legs would’ve melted into goo with how hot and bothered he was making me feel.
His lips and tongue shared a wet dance with mine as he moved us to his bedroom.
He gently laid me down on the canopy bed without breaking our lip locking, the mattress slightly dipping under our weights. My legs were spread quite widely, making space for him to take.
And he did. He knelt in the space I provided him, while he let his upper body hover above me, leaving us nearly chest to chest. One of his arms rested above my head, supporting his weight as he continued to ravage my mouth.
Just as his hand gently squeezed my waist, my arms slithered around his neck, clinging to him as though he was my last anchor to sanity. Eventually, as I eagerly returned his fervent kisses, my hands found his charcoal black hair, carding my fingers through the smooth and silky strands.
“Fuck… You taste divine, sweetheart,” he panted against my slightly parted mouth. “I just know your juices would be even sweeter.”
His hands made a quick effort to render me completely naked, carelessly discarding my torn undergarments off to the polished cherry oak floor.
“So fucking breathtaking. You are mine for the taking, yes?”