Chapter-27
VALERIE'S POV
"Ambrose, take it easy," I growled at him when he started nibbling my skin, almost biting me harshly as he grabbed my n*pples between his teeth.
"Aahh," I threw my head back at his assault.
I could feel his manhood rubbing against the hot scorching needy p*ssy that was making me feel like a demanding wh*re, deprived of s*x for too long.
I was still a virgin and knew nothing about what it actually feels like, but the way he has made me orgasm twice already and the pleasure that comes with it has made me think I will lose my mind if he doesn't fill me up with his girth soon.
I don't know what kind of control this beast in front of me possessed for not once trying to push his manhood inside me even after two hours have passed. He was beyond me now. If it had been any other alpha, he would’ve f*cked me more than twice already.
The way he ensured I was being pleasured repeatedly made me rethink why I doubted his feelings for me.
"Ambrose," I whimpered when his fingers entered my v*gina, f*cking me again, and I felt like I was on the verge of losing it all.
"What is it, my love?" Ambrose immediately came over to me, his one hand assaulting and pleasuring me while the other cupped my cheeks.
"My teeth. They are hurting," I confessed, and he scrunched his brows.
"Does it have anything to do with your secret?" He asked, and I shook my head.
"I don't know. I feel like biting you or marking you. Tie you to the bed and f*ck you senseless until you scream and remember only my name," I looked at him with honesty, expressing what I have been feeling for the past half an hour, and he looked at me for a few seconds before placing his lips on mine.
"It’s because of the heat, my love. A female she-wolf’s heat starts getting stronger if she doesn’t get what her body desires. We are too sober for this," he whispered into my ears, and I growled in frustration.
I was anything but sober right now. I was in a cloudy haze of lust, and nothing mattered to me anymore. Why was he still not giving it to me even after knowing everything?
"Your wish is my command, my love," As if he heard my inner demons screaming and demanding for s*x, Ambrose said, and before I could understand what he meant, I felt the head of his manhood going slightly deeper than before and stretching my walls.
"Aaaaaah!" I screamed in pain before he pulled out.
"Take it easy, my love. Ease your breathing. This would be the last time you will be crying because of me. I promise," Ambrose kissed the tear that rolled down my eyes, and I nodded.
"Go ahead. I want this," I affirmed, and he moved inside me again, making me throw my head back because of the pain that felt ten times worse than before.
"It's over. Ssshhh, I am halfway inside, and the hymen has broken already," Ambrose whispered into my ears before removing my hair from my face.
He supported his body on his elbows, his face only a couple of inches away from mine. His hot breath was fanning my face, and I looked into his eyes which turned amber now.
"You are -"
"Ambrose's wolf, my love. We are here for you. Do you want to bite and mark us? Go ahead. We are all yours starting today," His wolf encouraged me, and I gritted my teeth when he moved slightly before a shot of pleasure ran down my spine, making me look at him amazed.
"Are you comfortable now?" Ambrose was back in power.
"Yes. It feels okay and good," I answered, and that was all the signal Ambrose needed before he started moving slowly, making me clench my nails on his back as the pleasure started taking over me.
"Aaaa,"
"Mmmm, Ambrose,"
"F*ck. Yes, that's the spot," I groaned with him as his body slammed on mine, his manhood going in and out of my demanding p*ssy that was taking him all inside and loving his size and thickness.
"F*ck, Valerie. Baby, you are so hot. I feel like you are some molten lava engulfing my body in your warmth. F*ck. You are too perfect for me. Your smell is driving me crazy. Forgive me if I lose control now," Ambrose placed his hand on my neck, gripping tightly, and I was too consumed by the pleasure to mind anything anymore.
"Yes, Ambrose. There. Be harder. I want you to f*ck the senses out of me," I grumbled as he started moving faster and harder, the sound of our flesh rubbing and slamming on each other's echoing in the room, mixed with our scents.
I felt the familiar pool of pleasure building inside my abdomen and moaned loudly.
"Yes, Ambrose. I like it. Aaaaaah, Aaahh, aaaah, mmmm, ohhhh," I moaned, barely able to breathe at his speed now. The faster and harder he went, the more pleasure mixed with the pain I felt.
My throat was becoming dry because of my moaning and screaming.
I wasn't a sadist, but I was actually loving the pain that was coming with the pleasure.
Feeling my fangs hurting again, I groaned, not being able to control them anymore. Ambrose bent and stuffed his face in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily with me.
Not the perfect time to bring his neck closer to my mouth, I must say.
However, I liked this closeness to his chest, and I hugged him tighter, wrapping my legs around his torso as I lifted my hips to match his tempo.
"Ambrose, I am about to - aah, aaah, aaaah,"
"Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" I screamed the loudest I ever had, plunging my teeth into his neck and biting into his flesh involuntarily as I felt my heat and orgasm gush out of me like waves of molten lava.
Feeling the liquid with iron on my lips, I opened my eyes wide when I tasted his blood. It was too tasty to ignore. The surge of energy, the increasing sensitivity of my senses, and pleasure were like a drug to me, like something I wanted, no, needed to breathe and live. He was too tasty.
"F*ck, let me do you for longer, baby. I can't remove and separate my body from you when I have waited to love you for so long," Ambrose moaned in my ears, but I was too long gone to care about anything.
I pressed my body further into his to drink what he has to offer me.
"Aaaah!" I groaned when he bit into my neck suddenly, making me clench my fists around his biceps.
"Easy with the bite, Ambrose," I growled.
"Look who's speaking," He said, and I returned to what I was doing, the haze of his red liquid clouding my mind.
"F*ck, baby. I am about to reach my climax," he groaned when I felt my orgasm start building again.
"Hold it in. I want to come again," I groaned, and he bit harder into my flesh before slamming his body harder into me, making me scream again as another wave of hot liquid poured out of me, followed by his scream.
"F*ck, Valerie. I love you so much," Ambrose groaned, and I felt hot liquid in my p*ssy, making me want to keep him inside me forever.
This feeling was too unrealistic. My vision was getting blurry. Is this how humans feel when they get drunk? I shook my head before licking his neck and placing a soft kiss there before laying down.
My fangs didn't hurt anymore, and I sighed contently.
"What do you say? Will we have to do it for three days?" I asked Ambrose, whose forehead was covered in sweat now.
"Once you have s*x and mate with someone, it is not necessary. However, some couples do it for the entire period because they can't keep their hands to themselves," Ambrose whispered as he looked at me with so much love that it scared me for a second.
He rubbed my cheeks with his knuckles softly before he bent and placed a soft kiss on my nose.
"Well, it's the second option then," I whispered, and as soon as he did that, he smiled at me evilly.
Before I could understand what was happening, he turned me around with a jerk before lifting my hips in the air. He distanced my knees with his knee and placed his manhood on my entrance, slamming deep inside my throbbing and sensitive p*ssy, and I widened my eyes.
"Aaaahahhhhhhh," I screamed, feeling his length hitting a new depth.
"Ambrose, I am sore -" I started, but he grabbed my br*asts from behind in one hand and a fistful of my hair in the other as he yanked my head backward.
"Well, not enough," He murmured before starting his assault once again.
An assault that I was falling in love with.
"I love you so f*cking much, my love. You have no idea how happy I am every minute I spend with you. You have changed me. I intend to spend every minute of my life with you now. And I will ensure that," Ambrose grumbled, slamming deep and hard inside me, making it really hard for me to concentrate on anything other than his thick c*ck inside me that was tearing up my walls.
This overbearing feeling that was paired with pleasure was confusing me. The heat was rising to my head, and it was too strange. I didn't know what was happening around me anymore.
I was too drunk to know anything. Too drunk in his banging and love. Maybe Ambrose was indeed f*cking the senses out of me.
"Aaaaaa," I groaned when he lifted my hips and pressed my face on the pillow, going even deeper from behind, making me whimper under him.
This pain and pleasure would soon become my drug. I can see that happening. I sighed.