Chapter 74 CHAPTER 74
He dragged my hands and we ran to the back like two little kids, his excitement pouring into me.
My worries evaporated and I was filled with joy.
And need.
My panties felt cold now but my heart was beating faster, preparing for the things that lay ahead.
I knew he'd make me feel good, we were designed for each other, but a dark part of me wished Cael was running with us.
The thought of both their hands on me..
Fuck.
If he could smell me the way I could smell his scent getting thicker, he'd probably be able to tell how the thought excited me beyond reason.
The image of my body pressed between the two men, their hands taking a trip around my body, driving me insane with lust splayed out in my head.
I wasn't a stranger to the idea of sex, just inexperienced, but I sizzled like sausages on heat at the thought of them, inside of me.
At the same time.
I don't even know how possible it was, I was just filled with mind numbing lust.
Fabian stopped by the window and pulled it open, I can't tell if he spoilt it or if the owners had forgotten to shut it
“What if we're getting caught?” I whispered, my heart beating faster.
“What if they don't?” He replied, grinning at me.
“Fabian…”
“Live a little, sweetheart. I've not had this much fun or excitement before.”
“Just know that if we get caught, I'm running away with you.”
“Now you make me want to call the entire town to come see us,” he joked as he climbed in. “Wait for me.”
I was confused until he opened the door for me.
“You make me do the craziest things,” I shook my head as I went in, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Fabian walked like he owned the place, his confidence adding to the lust swimming in my blood.
The house looked like it belonged to some ancient Count or Lord, the interior was antique yet plush and rich
The cushions, closed curtains and fireplace looked like it came out of a Historical fiction movie and we were traipsing through it.
“Are you nervous?” Fabian asked as he led me further in through a corridor by the left.
“A little bit.”
“Don't be, I'll protect you if anything comes at us.”
“I don't know, it feels like it's you I should be wary of,” I replied with a grin.
“Why?” He replied, breathless as he pushed me against the wall, “Scared I'll ravage you in this old house?”
“Will you? Or you plan to talk me to death?”
“Ooh, you asked for it,” he whispered before seizing my head and taking possession of my lips.
It was like I'd not been kissed before, this was a claiming.
His mouth devoured mine hungrily and he growled while doing it, each grunt swishing around in my head like alcohol.
His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me like I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. I moaned into him, my hands fisting his shirt as he pressed me harder against the antique wallpaper behind me.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck, teeth nipping at my pulse point.
A shiver ripped through me.
He had taken control of my mind and all I could do was to beg for more without words.
My hands were all over his hot body that had gone really cold.
I would have been worried if he wasn't driving me insane with his mouth and hands.
“Last chance to back out,” he whispered against my neck, “tell me to stop, Sera.”
I gripped his shirt, my wolf pushing dominance into my eyes.
“Make me yours, Fabian.”
That was all the permission he needed.
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me down the corridor into what looked like an old master bedroom.
Moonlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting silver across a massive four-poster bed draped in dark silks. He laid me down gently, but his eyes burned with raw need.
Fabian undressed me slowly, reverently. My top and bra disappeared first, then my gown.
When I was completely bare before him, he paused, drinking in every inch of me like I was sacred.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, almost reverent. “So fucking beautiful, Sera.”
I stared at him, need mixing with fulfilment. He's mine, this beautiful, perfect man.
All mine.
He shed his own clothes with speed, revealing a body carved by the goddess herself as though she was compensating me for the sad life I had been cursed with –lean muscle, pale skin, and an impressive cock already hard and leaking for me.
Gosh, it looked so angry and twitched with every breath Fabian took.
My thighs pressed together instinctively.
He climbed over me, settling between my legs.
“I can't believe I get to have you after all these years of loneliness,” he whispered.
“You can't be that old,” I chuckled, realizing in my haste to get him inside of me, I'd never considered asking him about his age.
His mouth found my breasts instead of replying, sucking one nipple deep while his fingers teased the other.
I arched off the bed with a whimper, my mind under his control. Every touch felt electric, like my body had been waiting for his hands specifically.
His hands travelled downwards and I tensed, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
Something nicked at my navel before he got there, I felt blood sip from the wound.
“Shit, I'm sorry my love,” he whispered and bent down to lick the blood off my stomach. “Look, it's all healed.”
Out of fear for questions I couldn't answer now, I pulled him to my lips again instead of checking his hands.
As we kissed aggressively again, his tongue licking my lips hungrily, his fingers found my pussy.
“Fuck, you're so wet for me,” he murmured against my lips and I groaned, shutting my eyes as he rubbed my nub.
“Fabian,” I moaned, gripping his neck a little too hard.
“I'm here, darling. I'm going to make you feel good,” he promised, and sunk his finger into me.