Chapter 14 Chapter 14
Chapter 14: You Are Mine, Ignas (18+)
~ Ignas’s POV
His lips stayed on my breast, slow and deep. His mouth was hot, soft, but rough at the same time. I could feel every pull, every drag of his tongue. My hand moved to his hair, gripping it tight. My chest rose and fell fast. I hated this. I hated how much I wanted more.
His other hand was strong on my ass. He grabbed it like it belonged to him. His fingers pressed into my skin so hard, I knew he would leave marks. His mouth let go of my breast only to bite the skin right under it. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make me gasp.
"You like this," he said. His voice was deep, rough, full of hunger. "You act so strong, but your body is begging me."
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry. My legs were weak. I hated how right he was. My wolf inside me howled loud. My body felt too hot, too alive. His hand moved from my ass to my hip, gripping me tight, holding me still.
His other hand cupped my other breast, thumb sliding over the nipple, slow and light, making me tremble. His lips kissed the skin between my breasts, moving lower, dragging his tongue as he went. My hands held onto his shoulders, trying to ground myself, but the floor felt too far away.
“Do you feel how wet you are already?” he whispered against my skin, moving lower. His breath was hot, sharp. “You want me to touch you there, don’t you?”
I bit my lip, my head shaking, but my body told another story. My thighs were pressing tight together, trying to calm the throbbing need that burned between them. He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, hungry. I could barely meet his gaze.
"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, voice sharp, low.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My pride held me still, but my need screamed louder. His hand moved, sliding between my thighs, fingers pushing them apart. He didn’t ask again. He forced them open, slow but strong, until I stood open for him. My heart slammed against my chest.
His fingers traced the inside of my thigh, light and slow, moving closer and closer to where I needed him most. I sucked in a breath, my hands clutching his shoulders harder. His touch was fire. My skin burned with it.
“Look at you,” he said, voice soft but cruel. “Alpha, strong, proud. But your body’s honest. Your pussy’s so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
His words made my face burn, but the heat inside me only grew worse. His fingers finally reached me, sliding through the slick mess between my legs. My whole body jerked at the contact. My head dropped back against the wall, a loud moan leaving my lips before I could stop it.
His fingers moved slow at first, barely brushing my clit. My hips pushed forward, chasing his touch. He pulled back, teasing me. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“You want it bad, don’t you?” he said. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
I couldn’t. The words stuck in my throat. My pride held them back, but his fingers pressed against my clit, harder this time, rubbing in small slow circles. My legs shook. I grabbed his arms to keep from falling.
“Tell me,” he said again, his voice sharp now. “Say you want me.”
I closed my eyes, my mouth opening, but no sound came. My body shook. The need was too strong. My wolf pushed inside me, begging for release. I hated him. I hated myself for wanting this so bad.
His hand slid lower, two fingers teasing at my entrance. My walls clenched around nothing, aching for more. He pushed one finger in, slow, deep. My breath hitched, my back arching off the wall.
“You get no release until you fucking admit you want this. That you want me,” he growled, his fingers teasing my clit and his other hand slapping my ass hard.
“Say it!” He growled and a whimper escaped my lips.
“God, I want it!” I cry out, not being able to hold back how much I wanted this and how much I wanted to feel him.
A triumphant, predatory grin spread up his lips, “That wasn't so hard, was it?”
Without warning, he plunged two fingers right back and started thrusting.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “So ready for me. I could fuck you right here, against this wall, and you’d beg for more.”
His words sent a new wave of heat through me. His finger moved inside me, slow but deep, curling just right. His thumb rubbed my clit at the same time, sending sparks all through my body. My nails dug into his arms, my breath coming faster, harder.
“You feel that?” he asked. “That’s how much you want me.”
He added a third finger and I hissed as he stretched me, filling and scissoring insideme. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his hand. My walls clenched around his fingers, so close, so ready to fall apart.
His mouth moved back to my neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks. His other hand held me still, fingers gripping my hip tight. His voice was hot against my skin.
"I could make you come just like this. I could make you fall apart in my hands. And you’d love it. You’d beg for it. You’re mine, Ignas. Mine."
I hated how true it felt. My body was his. My mind was his. My wolf had already chosen him. My pride tried to fight, but it was useless. I was already too far gone.
His fingers moved faster, harder. His thumb pressed harder on my clit. The pressure built so high, I thought I would break. My legs shook. My walls clenched around his fingers, pulling him deeper.
“Cum for me,” he whispered. “Let me feel it.”
The words pushed me over the edge. My body tightened, heat exploding through me. My breath left me in sharp, broken moans. My nails raked down his arms, my head falling forward onto his shoulder. My walls pulsed around his fingers, milking them, holding onto the only thing grounding me.
He held me close, his fingers still deep inside, letting me ride out every last wave. His lips kissed my neck, soft now, his breath steady and warm.
When my body finally calmed, he pulled his fingers out, slow, making sure I felt every second. He held them up, slick with me, and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he said, voice low and deep.
I stood there, weak, shaking, hating him, loving him, needing him. My pride was in pieces, scattered at his feet. He reached for me, pulling me against him, his hands gentle now, his lips brushing my forehead.
“You’re mine, Ignas,” he whispered, soft but firm. “You can fight it all you want, but your body already knows the truth.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My heart was too full. My
body was too weak. My wolf was too loud. I hated him. But I wanted him more.