512- When the Beast Within Demands Its Claim
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
"I hope not too, but I can't guarantee it." He knelt before me, but at a safe distance. "I might lose control as soon as I touch you; just smelling you is driving me desperate." He looked down, and I followed his gaze, seeing his hard cock marking his pants. "It's nothing like anything I've ever felt near other she-wolves in heat."
I ran my tongue over my dry lips.
"Please..." I begged, and tears welled in my eyes. "This is terrible. I feel pain, despair, anxiety, but I feel even more that I need you." I shook my head. "Only you, no other man."
He snarled, baring his teeth; I spotted the sharp fangs.
"And do you think I'd let another male touch you?"
"Then touch me!" I screamed, in desperation.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pulling air through his mouth.
"What if I can't control myself? It's a possibility, Thalyndra; you can't completely discard it. I can't live in a world where you hate me for having bound you to me against your will."
I looked at him, expressing through my gaze all my sincerity, everything I felt.
"I would never hate you for that," I affirmed, convinced. "I don't even know if I can hate you, no matter what you do."
I understood better how our instincts worked. If he lost control and mated with me, I would learn to live with the consequences of our actions. It was stronger, more powerful than us. Against our wolves, we had no choice.
"Promise me?" he insisted, his face furrowed, as if he too were feeling pain trying to control himself in the face of my heat.
"Yes, I promise."
I watched his nails transform into claws and his hair become denser, his body modifying as he tried to maintain control, fighting his animal. His eyes were no longer blue.
He let out a snarl that resonated through my bones. I purred, spreading my hands on the floor and crawling toward him, wiggling my hips. With each passing moment, I felt my self-control slowly slipping away.
I stopped right in front of him and inhaled his scent. Fresh pine and wild jasmine. It was all I needed to feel to calm down.
I touched his chest with my fingertips, tracing his defined muscles, and rose, sitting on my knees.
In one second, I was before him. In the next, Anton lunged at me, knocking me down with abrupt force to the floor, my back hitting hard. I gasped, expelling the air with the impact.
With sharp claws, he shredded my pajamas as if they were nothing. He lowered himself, taking one breast into his mouth. He licked, sucked, rubbed his fangs, scratching my sensitive skin. I gasped, holding onto his bare shoulders.
He brought one hand down between my legs and ripped off my panties, tearing them apart. He rubbed his fingers over my pussy, spreading my lubrication, then masturbated my swollen clitoris, back and forth. I spread my thighs wider, giving him full passage.
"Anton!" I purred, banging my head against the floor, unrestrained.
He lifted his face and stared at me. His eyes were overtaken by gold and emerald green; there was nothing human in them. His features were hard, animalistic. It was Anton before me, but it was his beast I was dealing with.
He became even more beautiful that way, in his semi-transformation, acting like a true wild animal. I pulled his head, pressing our lips together. He kissed me hungrily, devouring my mouth. He slid his tongue, touching mine. Our teeth collided amid the brutality, and I tasted blood; I just didn't know if it was his or mine. He snarled and grabbed my hair, closing his fingers around the strands forcefully, making my scalp burn. It wasn't romantic, gentle. It was extreme, excessive, brutal.
He buried a finger inside me, opening my pussy. I let out a moan that he soon swallowed. The sound of his fingers invading me echoed through the silent house, spreading through the air.
He released my lips, showering kisses along my jaw and neck. He continued downward, licking my breasts with his hot, wet tongue. He kept his path, kissing my smooth abdomen. He removed his fingers from inside me and sat back on his knees, opening my legs and holding my thighs.
"Anton, please," I begged.
He buried his face between my legs, sucking my pussy with such hunger that I lost my breath. He sucked my clitoris, scratching it with his fangs, then thrust his tongue inside me, penetrating me with it.
I thrashed on the floor, groping beside me, uncontrolled. I arched my back upward, returning to place, restless.
He devoured the sensitive nerve, alternating between sucking and licking. With his hard tongue, he rubbed it in a quick and skilled back-and-forth motion.
My lubrication increased, flowing down between my legs. Anton sucked the liquid, taking everything my body expelled. He returned to my clitoris, masturbating it while thrusting two fingers inside me.
I exploded in a violent orgasm, my body shaking. I rolled my eyes, screaming his name, moaning loudly.
I felt dizzy for a few seconds, lost in a limbo of complete and absolute pleasure.
...
I blinked, clearing my vision. Anton stood up, his beard wet with my orgasm, his lips swollen and pink. He brought his hands to his pants and shredded the fabric with his claws, freeing his hard cock.
The pain I felt, the heat, subsided for a few moments, letting me breathe with some relief, but soon I was overtaken by another wave that made me lose my breath.
I had never allowed myself to go into heat; I couldn't handle it, much less with humans around. But I knew how it worked—I would be in that limbo for seven long days, being fucked by Anton without rest. Although it seemed terrible, he would help me, which would make things better and easier. Without him, the pain would be much worse, and the days would be agonizing.
I arched my back upward when another wave of heat hit me. My hair stood on end, and my body exuded a sweet scent that made Anton shudder so much I thought his muscles might tear.
He lay down on me, wrapped one hand beneath my nape, lifted my face toward his, and kissed my lips hungrily, devouring me.
I felt the tip of his cock slide over my pussy, playing with me, spreading the lubrication that kept me soaked. He leaned in, penetrating me in a brutal movement, burying himself inside me.