514- When the Beast Claims What's Already His
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
I gasped, parting my lips, pushing myself forward when hit by another wave of arousal. Anton let out a loud laugh and stared at me, his eyes regaining that supernatural glow from before.
In one second, he was seated in front of me; in the next, he held me in his arms, slamming my back against the living room wall.
He grabbed my hair and tilted my head to the side, licking the vein that pulsed there.
"You have no idea how much I want this, how much I desire to mark you as mine, to take you for the rest of my life..." he whispered, his hot breath hitting my skin. His voice was deep and thick.
I rubbed against him, feeling his cock harden again. I dug my nails into his arms, inhaling the scent of his blood. The aroma was different from anything I had ever felt. It was ancient, powerful, and striking.
"If you can't mark me, at least fuck me," I hissed through my teeth.
It wouldn't be the first time, but we weren't under total control of our actions as before, so it would be better if he didn't.
He let out a snarl.
"For that, you don't even need to ask twice," he said, and then buried his cock in me, penetrating me with a single movement.
"Ohhh..." I panted.
He drove through me, slamming his hips against mine; with each thrust, my body slid up and down the wall, scraping my bare back. I crossed my legs, locking them around his waist, giving more support for the position we were in.
My pussy was sensitive; every touch made me delirious. It didn't take long for me to fall into another orgasm. Anton made a sound in his throat, as if irritated, then fucked me with more force and brutality, bringing one hand to my clit, masturbating the nerve.
"Anton..." I gurgled his name, squeezing my eyes shut.
He seemed restless, as if something was bothering him. The sound of our bodies joining cracked, louder and more constant with each thrust, as he fucked me with more force and speed.
He moved, keeping me on his lap, too fast for me to notice. I felt the soft couch beneath my back. He spread my legs wider and penetrated me, going even deeper with the position.
I stared at him, observing. His jaw was clenched, the tips of his fangs showing. Dark veins pulsed on his face, just as I had seen happen before he killed the wolf at the auction. He licked his lips; he seemed undecided about something.
"What is it?" I whispered, confused.
He lowered himself, kissed my breasts, chest, and neck. I felt his fangs pierce my skin. I let out a cry of pain and squirmed, restless, but the agony was soon replaced by pure pleasure from the bite. He didn't suck my blood, as he usually did; he just left his teeth there, embedded.
I came again, trembling, feeling like I could die and still be happy.
He released my skin and rubbed his tongue over it. The wound began to tingle and warm.
He sat up and looked into my eyes, laughing, completely satisfied. The veins had vanished from his face; his lips were stained with my blood.
He touched the curve of my neck with his fingertips.
"So perfect..." he murmured.
He didn't stop penetrating me. His cock slid, opening me, taking up space, giving us pleasure. My body accommodated his perfectly, as if made for each other.
He spread his hands beside me, moving only his hips. The leather couch was soft and large enough to serve us both.
He smiled depreciatively before lowering himself and taking a nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue in idle circles.
My body seemed numb, sensitive to any touch, yet I felt an absurd hunger, a painful desire to be fucked endlessly. By him, only him.
He came biting my nipple, not hard enough to break the skin. The pain made me shudder and fall into another orgasm, following him. His cock swelled, connecting us, keeping us locked together as he shot jets of cum inside me.
He snarled, seeming even more impatient than before. When he sat up, his eyes were dominated by his wolf's colors, his black pupils dilated, his brows slightly furrowed in an expression of fury. There was nothing human left in them. The wolf was angry at something, and his discomfort seemed directed at me.
I swallowed to wet my throat, feeling confused but without fear; nothing about him frightened or scared me.
I took a deep breath and blinked slowly, my body beginning to feel the exhaustion from so much sex.
Anton returned to normal, the colors slowly fading, returning to their natural blue. He pulled out of me, releasing the knot.
"Want to try to rest a little?" he asked.
I nodded, unable to verbalize anything. He stood up and held me in his arms, carrying me to his bedroom. I closed my eyes and laid my head on his hard, warm chest, ready to let sleep overtake me.
Another wave of heat hit me, making me gasp and dig my nails into his nape. Anton laughed.
"Looks like no rest for us for a while."
"I hope you can handle it," I teased.
He kissed the top of my head.
"I know I can; I can't say the same about you."
I shrugged and let out a moan as I felt pain.
"As long as you fuck me right this instant."
He threw me onto the bed, and in the next second, he was on top of me.
"I'm going to do this now, tomorrow, after, and for the rest of our lives."
I agreed with a nod, and then pulled him into a kiss, expressing through the gesture what I still couldn't say in words.