Mine (R18)
WITH HER HEAD LYING ON his bare chest while her legs linked onto his body with nothing between but body heat, the two enjoyed the night. The crimson and azure hue embers were peaking beyond the curtains before they could penetrate the drapes that surrounded the messy bed.
Gone were the clothes the alpha and the luna were wearing. They lay like trash on the bed’s feet after being discarded in a frenzied state.
When a beast was in a rut, propriety was the last thing on their minds. The sheets of the bed were wrinkled as if a storm wreaked havoc upon it, but it was not a storm nor a battle that transpired here – but a passionate exchange of body heat and bodily fluids. It was notable how Diana Ritchell’s scent changed after being marked and mated by Dylan.
Diana did not know when she stopped counting how many times they did it. But when they reached the tenth time by midnight, she stopped caring about everything and decided to enjoy her orgasms as she kept on repeating how much she wanted him to knot her in a delirious and toe-curling state.
“Hmmm…” Diana stretched out her limbs like some lazy cat that was in slumber for a long time, only difference she had with a cat was that she did not sleep a wink ever since she tasted her first climax yesterday – and for the record, she’s a wolf.
Kissing his chest, she plopped her chin on it as she looked up into his tired yet sparkling beaming electric blue eyes. “So, how is it, Alpha? Did I… satisfy you and your wolf?”
Diana drew circles on his chest with her finger.
The warmth of his left palm sneaked its way from her ass up to her back, drawing circles in a languid way. It woke the heat she thought was already quenched. On instinct, Diana pressed her body to her mate which elicited a deep groan from him – a groan which seems like a wounded beast.
“Diana, you are tempting me again. My wolf is howling at the back of my mind how he wants you underneath him and on your knees… your ass held high while I slap the shit out of your fucking butt,” said Dylan between gritted teeth.
With his right hand, he helped her tilt her head to meet his kiss. For him, it was only supposed to be a sweet kiss – supposed to.
But the moment he felt his wife knocking for entrance, he opened his lips and devoured hers not before biting her lower lip. “You asked for this, mate.”
He flipped her petite body, taking the position between her spread legs.
Gone was the flimsy silk blanket covering the two of them as the Alpha held both of Diana’s wrists above her head.
Arching her back from the dominance he exuded, the corners of her lips curled up. “I have no complaints, Alpha.”
With flushed cheeks and a hazy gaze which elicited thirst, Diana opened her lips to gasp softly – exposing her tongue which led to the last string of the alpha’s rationality fading away. In one thrust, a guttural moan escaped from her swollen lips.
“Aaah…yesss.”
Pap! Pap! Pap!
“Ughh! Haah… Aah…” Rolling her eyes to the back of her head while her hands could not tug her mate’s hair, all Diana could do was curled her toes against the plush mattress of the bed as she lay spread eagle in front of her mate, who was thrusting his cock all the way inside her, scratching her vaginal walls – hitting the right places with every angle he took.
“You know what, mate? Haah… You are the only person whom I could not picture out to live without.” Dylan leaned down, not to kiss her lips but to trace his tongue on her ears.
To prove his conviction, he pounded into her like a madman possessed. “Fuck, Diana… That’s it, baby! Take it!”
“Yes! Yes! Aahh – ” Diana’s moans were swallowed by her when he pushed two fingers into her opened mouth, drool seeping down her cheeks as he thrust his fingers the way he thrust his cock into her.
Hot tears trickled from her eyes when all she could do was accept his dominant assault. With her hips meeting his every thrust halfway, all Diana could do was to keep on receiving his all; his cock hitting the deepest part of her.
Diana averted her eyes to the ceiling. The heat in her core was on the verge of bursting like a dam again.
The sound of their bodies connecting along with her muffled screams and his occasional low growls filled the stale air of the room.
A strong scent of semen wafted through the chamber while their bodies reeked with sweat. But for Diana and her alpha mate, nothing matters but their mate bond and – of course – her mate’s occasional confessions about his past and how he came to adore her which led to him being obsessed with her.
‘This is heaven and hell combined!’ Diana pondered as he drilled her with his huge cock.
Her strong mate continued his story while he was now pounding her from behind. Diana clutched the bed sheets while she bit the edge of her pillow.
The new angle of his thrusts reached a different type of deep inside her – doubling the pleasure she was receiving from him. Her moans were still muffled to prevent the attention of the servants which her husband intended.
“I always thought that no one is capable enough to risk anything to be my mate. I grew up to view weakness as a disease and perfection as a chore. So when I reached the height of everything, haah, I lost all interest in the world, Diana. Especially when I lost my first mate…Ughh, fuck it!” Dylan whispered his words in her right ear before he bit her shoulders, hard enough to leave his teeth marks but not strong enough to permanently scar her.
His mark on her neck was enough to make her bleed. He did not like to cause her more punctured injuries.
With him almost reaching his climax for the nth time already, her mate tugged her hair to make her look at him – kissing her left jaw up to her cheeks before devouring her lips. “Fuck, haah…haah…B-But you came to my life and set the trap for me. Aaah… A trap I am unwilling to avoid.”
Thrusting so deep inside Diana, he released his load inside her womb.
Still kissing her while massaging her scalp, he whispered to Diana. “So take responsibility towards me, Diana, my beloved and brave mate. Because you are now completely mine, as you have me.”