503- Claimed by Fire and Fang
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
I leaned in and rubbed my lips over the ridges of his abdomen, tasting his sweat, his skin. He extended an arm over my head and leaned it against the tree, steadying himself while watching me taste him.
I smiled at him and ran my tongue over my lips.
"You're delicious..."
He blinked slowly, smiling full of presumption.
"Now tell me something I don't know." I rolled my eyes.
"I hope one day to have at least a third of your self-love."
"Don't worry, the more time we spend together, the more alike we become." He winked.
Ignoring him, I continued my work, lowering my lips further and further. I rubbed my tongue over every muscle. I knelt before him. I ran my finger over the waistband of his tailored pants—the bulge between his legs was visible.
I opened the belt and raised my face to look at him. I slid the zipper and undid the button, without taking my eyes off his. I grabbed the fabric and pulled it down. The blue boxers were marked by his excitement, his hard cock stretching the fabric.
He held my head, rubbing his fingers through my hair in caresses.
"Don't tease me, Little Beast, you don't know what I'm capable of in the state I'm in."
I laughed, my hoarse laugh reverberating through the air.
"I know very well what you're capable of, Anton Eldoria—I was there tonight, in case you don't remember."
"Yes, I remember." He snorted. "But that's not what I'm talking about. You saw my assassin side, not my obsessive side."
"Should I be worried about it?"
He tilted his head slightly to the side, a strand of hair falling over his forehead.
"It depends on the level of intensity you like and are used to, but no, you shouldn't worry. I'm incapable of doing anything against you."
I bit my cheeks.
"When it comes to you, I like any level of intensity, Anton. And you don't need to emphasize something I already know. Of all your facets, none scare me—they only make me feel even more attracted to you," I confessed in a whisper. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual conceited smile—there was a certain kind of recognition in his eyes, as if he were satisfied with my answer and... relieved.
"That's good," he replied, simply.
I pulled the boxers down, releasing his hard cock. It had been a long time since I dreamed of tasting him, since I'd had a sample of his taste for the first time.
I didn't wait any longer—I took the tip into my mouth. He moaned and I purred with satisfaction, my wolf feeling completely satisfied to finally have him.
I slid my tongue over the head and licked the tip, at the small slit, tasting him more intensely. I parted my lips wider and took him until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
"Fuck!" he roared, closing his fingers in my hair.
I moved my neck forward and back, swallowing him until I choked and repeating the movements. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes.
I swallowed the saliva mixed with his taste.
I felt his muscles tense before me. I raised my eyes to watch him. The fire illuminated the right side of his face, casting a golden glow on him, making him even more beautiful, marking his blood-stained skin. He kept one hand against the trunk and the other in my hair, helping me set the rhythm. His eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pressed together. Veins bulged from the sides of his neck and his jaw muscle was rigid.
I wasn't that experienced at giving head, but he seemed to be enjoying it.
I rubbed my tongue over the thick head, tracing it, then slid it over the veins pulsing around his hard, thick cock. It glistened, my saliva mixed with his excitement.
A warm breeze hit us with the strong smell of smoke devastating the hotel.
If I ever stopped to think about what my first time having sex with Anton Eldoria would be like, I would never have imagined any of this. It was much better than anything I could have thought of. More raw, intense, and unique.
Anton choked on his own saliva.
I swallowed his cock, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat. I wanted more—I wanted to take everything he had, everything he was, until I left my mark and made him mine. The urge to taste his blood hit me again, so intense and vivid that I even shuddered.
He pulled me up, dragging me by the hair and making me take his cock out of my mouth.
He stared at me with clenched teeth and pulled his pants down to his calves.
"I'm not going to cum in your throat tonight—I want to fill that delicious pussy with my cum and mark it solely as mine. My wolf craves it, and I have no more control over him."
I nodded.
"I don't want you to have control." He opened a lupine smile.
"Say that again after I'm done with that hot pussy." He leaned in and whispered in my ear: "You're mine, Thalyndra. There's no more discussion about it, especially not after tonight."
I knew he was right, so I didn't bother denying it.
He grabbed my dress and shredded the fabric, leaving me only in my panties. He didn't linger, however—he tore those off too, breaking the sides. The wind hit my soaked center, making me shiver.
Anton held my thighs, spreading my legs. He rubbed his fingers over me, spreading the lubrication. He smiled, satisfied. He lifted me by the legs, keeping my back against the tree, and positioned himself at my center.
"You don't know how much I've wanted this, how many times I've dreamed of it," he murmured, breathless.
I felt the tip of his cock brush against me, up and down. He touched my clitoris, teasing me. Then, with a single movement of his hips, he buried himself in me to the hilt. I gasped, parting my lips in an exasperated breath. He moaned loudly and rested his forehead on the curve of my neck, panting.
"Heavens, this is... perfect."
He shifted, pulling his cock out, penetrating me again right after. He slid easily through my lubrication.
He was right, it was perfect.