476- The Reckoning
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
"And you love it."
Before I could respond, he tilted his head and his mouth met mine in a slow, teasing kiss, full of the same tension we'd had from the very beginning. He was in no hurry. Every movement was calculated, as if he wanted to prolong the moment as long as possible, savoring every second of his victory.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, connecting it with mine.
I moaned. He growled.
I ran my hands over his back, pulling him closer to me, deepening the kiss. Anton bit my lower lip before kissing me again as if I were the most important thing in the world.
I felt the heat pulse through my body, sending shivers across my entire being. I pressed myself against him and dug my nails into the skin of his shoulders.
My panties were soaked, my pussy throbbing. I could feel my clit swollen with excitement.
He grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, devouring me, taking me completely.
His cock was hard, rubbing against my stomach through his shorts. I wanted to slide my hands down, stroke that member, trace every vein.
He moved his lips to my neck, trailing wet licks and kisses. I gasped, my breathing ragged, my heart racing. My body was about to spontaneously combust.
"Anton..." I begged.
He closed his hand over one of my breasts, squeezing it. My entire body shivered. He pressed his index finger against the sensitive nipple, teasing it. I arched, lifting my head off the ground.
I spread my legs, pleading for attention between them. My she-wolf purred, I purred, both of us in agreement with this, wanting everything from him, everything he had to give.
"Please..." I begged through clenched teeth.
He lifted his face and stared at me, his eyes pulsing. One golden, the other green. It was him, yet not quite him. He inhaled, nostrils flaring.
"I can smell your arousal from here." He smiled.
He brought a hand to between my legs and squeezed my pussy hard, making me see stars. I gurgled, choking on my own saliva.
He rubbed his thumb firmly over my clit, up and down. Not even the fabric of my sweatpants could contain the spasms of my body at his touch.
I pressed my teeth together, grinding them.
I was so wet that my panties clung to my skin. I wanted to tear off my clothes, remove everything that stood between us. I wanted more contact. I wanted him completely.
He tugged at the waistband of my pants and slipped his hand inside the fabric, finally touching my pussy. He let out a loud, guttural growl.
"Fuck, you're so delicious, hot, soft, and drenched." His fingers made precise circles, playing with the nerve, giving me pleasure. I clenched my fists tightly at my sides, grabbing a handful of dry leaves, and spread my legs wider. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Thalyndra," he promised, his voice not quite his own, yet coming from his lips.
I felt my eyes shift, my she-wolf lurking, scrutinizing every detail of what was happening and being utterly convinced by it.
The desire for his blood hit me hard, almost like a need. I needed to taste him, needed him on my tongue, in my mouth.
His fingers didn't stop moving, playing with the nerve that gave me pleasure. He slid them easily through my excessive lubrication.
"I want you!" I purred, blinking slowly, seducing him. He smiled.
"I know you do, I have proof of that right now," he taunted.
Annoyed, I reached out and touched his hard cock. He jumped, his muscles tensing and his jaw clenching.
"Fuck, I'm trying to keep control, but you're not helping."
"And who said I want you to keep control?" I rubbed my palm up and down along his length.
He took a deep breath and pressed his eyes shut, his fingers never stopping their movement, never ceasing to give me pleasure for even a second.
I felt the first spasm of orgasm hit me. It was involuntary, making me gasp. He noticed too, because his touch became less gentle, more insistent.
He moved his fingers from side to side, fast, feeding me pleasure. The sound of my lubrication grew loud, wet, echoing through the forest. My breathing became shallow.
"Anton..." I begged.
I wanted this, but I also wanted so much more. The contact of our bodies, skin against skin, his fingers inside me. It was all so perfect it felt like a dream. It was indescribable, bordering on absurd, so surreal. As if we completed each other.
I rubbed my nails against his jeans, over his cock. He threw his head back, clenching his teeth, and squeezed his eyes shut. I inhaled, smelling his arousal—a deep, warm scent, like raw musk.
Heat concentrated below my abdomen, intensifying with each movement of his fingers. I hardened my palm and rubbed it against his cock again, pressing, trying to make him feel my touch even through the denim.
I closed my eyes.
"Open your eyes and look at me, I want to see every little expression on your face as you come in my hand!" he growled.
I did as he commanded, fixing my gaze on him, losing myself in those mismatched eyes, seeing man and beast, being dominated by both, losing myself in them.
His lips parted in a moan, his thick brows slightly arched. I watched the vein pulse at the side of his neck. I swallowed hard, thirsty, craving it.
He smiled widely and tilted his head, making it more visible, teasing me.
"You'll still get what you want, but not today."
My eyes widened as my entire body was consumed by heat. I pressed my head hard against the ground and then exploded into a thousand pieces, fragmenting. I didn't look away as I soared, soaking his hand with my release. The gleam in his eyes grew even more intense, and I swore I could see traces of the wolf in his face, altering it.
Gray, mottled.