494- The Taste of Wild Jasmine
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
"You wouldn't dare," I threatened in a low tone.
He laughed, running his tongue over my clitoris, making me moan.
"You can't even imagine all the things I would dare to do, just to have you as mine."
"And leaving me unsatisfied is part of your plan to win me over?"
He ran his tongue again. I clenched my teeth hard.
"If it's necessary to prove my point, then yes."
I wouldn't do it. There was no way I would yield and give him what he wanted. If Anton was a damned territorial and stubborn wolf, well, so was I.
"I won't say something that doesn't match the truth," I retorted.
The moment I said the words, I felt like swallowing them back. Immediately his fingers withdrew from me. He pulled away, sitting on his legs, and stared at me. His eyes glowed with lust, rage, and pride, in their usual blue tone.
"You're the most stubborn female I've ever met in my life," he murmured in a low hiss.
He arched an eyebrow and threw me a sly half-smile.
I felt a contraction in the middle of my abdomen, my body clenching in response to the lack of the orgasm it had been preparing for. And it had been so close.
"And you're an arrogant idiot."
I would feel the aftermath the next day, when I woke up sore and tired, having not slept properly. He would make me remember him for hours, until the discomfort passed.
I was so angry that I could promise I would never let him lay a finger on me again. However, anger didn't extinguish the great truth—that I would never be able to keep that promise. So I stayed quiet and swallowed my wounded pride.
Widening his smile, Anton brought his hand to his hard, swollen cock, closing his fingers around it. He moved his arm up and down, masturbating himself. He didn't look away from my eyes. He flared his nostrils, catching my scent, increasing his excitement.
I was hypnotized, unable to look away from what he was doing, no matter how bold it was. He was pleasuring himself, giving himself pleasure, using me for it, while he had left me aroused and with an unfinished orgasm.
I should close my legs, push him away, do anything to stop him... but I couldn't do anything, couldn't even move.
A vein pulsed at the side of his neck and the muscle of his jaw tensed from his clenched teeth. He blinked slowly, clouded by the pleasure he felt. His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
I lowered my gaze to his swollen member. His hand masturbated it in an accelerated rhythm, moving up and down hurriedly.
Anton let out a low sound from his throat—a growl mixed with a moan. His cock shot his release, spilling it onto my bare leg, coating me.
He released his cock and leaned forward, planting his hands on my thighs, breathing heavily.
I brought my fingers to my coated leg, touching his release before bringing them to my lips, tasting him.
"Fuck, are you trying to kill me, you wretch?" he bellowed, his eyes glowing in various colors.
It was salty, with an earthy and slightly smoky touch, reminiscent of the freshness of the field after rain and the warmth of dried herbs.
I licked my lips and smiled.
"Hmm... you taste good."
Anton's fangs elongated. He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself.
"You can't say that to me," he instructed.
"And why not?"
"Because I might lose control and take you as mine."
I stared at him through my lashes.
"Maybe... I want that," I purred, opening my legs for him.
Anton tilted his head to the side and looked at me, pondering. He bit his lower lip as if he were at his limit. I ran my tongue over my mouth a second time, provoking him even more.
He threw himself forward, ready to grab me and fuck me. I was faster than him. I anticipated his movement and propelled myself backward, getting out of his way. In one second, I was lying before him with my legs open. In the next, I was standing a few steps away.
He gasped, perplexed.
"When did you get so fast?"
I laughed out loud and crouched down, pulling my pants from the ground.
"When you're distracted, my alpha," I retorted, full of sarcasm.
"My alpha? You damned, provoking little thing," he hissed, standing up.
I put on my panties and shot him a sideways glance.
"Do you really think I would let you touch me after you rejected me just because I didn't say what you wanted?"
He planted his hands on his waist and spread his legs, staring at me. It was incredible how naturally he acted, even being completely naked.
"You're a very ordinary little she-wolf."
"And you're an arrogant, conceited ass."
I managed to pull on my pants. I ran my hands through my hair, removing the leaves stuck in the strands.
"Now, tell me something new?" He rolled his eyes.
I stared at him from head to toe.
"After all, what the hell are you doing in the middle of the forest?"
He snorted.
"Just because I'll be the future leader doesn't mean I stop having commitments to my pack. I was doing my rounds when I caught your scent."
I made a gesture with my hand.
"Then I think you'd better get back to your work. I'm going home, just as I was doing, quite happily, before being intercepted by you."
He crossed his arms in front of his body and laughed.
"Quite happily? Drunk and horny has a new meaning now?"
I shrugged.
"The meaning depends on me and what I think. Good thing I don't need you to decide what I feel."
"You really don't, since the excess of buttered beer, apparently, left you full of lust and thinking about me."
The forced laugh I let out didn't come out as I expected.
"If you want to think it was you I was thinking about, who am I to ruin your illusions?"
"Uh-huh," he replied, full of mockery in his tone.
I shot him one last look, before turning my back and walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, as I already said," I replied, still with my back turned.
He laughed loudly.
"That's not the right direction, Fer."
I growled, furious at myself.
"Then which one is it?"
"Always keep to your left—we're already on the straight path to the house."
I made a gesture with my hand and continued walking in the direction he indicated. It wasn't polite at all, and I didn't care. I was frustrated, sore, tired, and... unsatisfied, just as he wanted. So fuck politeness.
For now, I just wanted him—those skilled fingers, that cursed tongue, and that huge cock—to explode.