The Devil

The sinner's lips collide with mine with a savageness that immobilizes me. His brutish fingers thrust deep within my hair, clutching it tightly as his hips thrust into mine with a barbaric violentness whilst I dig my nails into the wall, striving to gain back the strength to stand upright.

My knees are weakened by the Alpha in front of me who craves to punish me in a delightful way.

His large palm slides up my searing thigh, gripping it tighter, fingertips indenting the supple flesh as he ensures my right leg is hooked around his waist. There is an electrifying force that confines us within a bubble of lust, one so deep it is futile to fight it.

One can merely succumb to its fatal poison and allow it to obscure one's mind. I am saturated in my male's potent scent from head to toe, and the delectable taste of his skin is lingering upon the tip of my tongue.

His engorged cock is pitilessly grinding against my leaking cunt my panties doused with my body fluid as he shows me hints of what he is capable of, never a full taste, only little droplets of indications. My back arches to the way the swell of my aching breasts are kissed, sucked and nipped on by the beast's teeth. He shows no mercy, merely testing the flavour of my skin, leaving bright red marks of his flaming desire for all to see.

"Cronus." I whimper his name with a profound longing for more than what he is offering me. I am shameless indeed, I do not conceal my carnal needs from my male rather exhibit it to him so proud and loud.

I want him to see to feel what he does to me and how much his female worships it and that she will beg if she has to. He does not understand it, for each time he gives me a tease about what is to come, my ravenousness for this male increases to an unimaginable height.

"You have some nerve, angel. Testing me." There is a menacing calmness in the depths of his voice that kindles a raging storm within me. Testing him? In no way was I testing him I was merely showing my displeasure with his antics. His canines descend, plunging into his lower lip, his beast rending through the seams, wanting to claim his female and terminate this madness.

It is madness indeed utter madness, the viciousness Cronus is bestowing upon me and our wolves. The moon will condemn this; she will condemn his ways one way or another. This is not a tradition that the pack has sent down generation after generation or honour for the females.

No, this is a curse. It is against everything we stand for, and it is against our nature and our souls as bonded mates. Yet it runs so deep within Cronus's bloodline that even the most powerful male that he is cannot go against it. He is bound to a couple of words on paper, and it haunts me.

I sense the imminent danger prowling in the darkness without the slightest of noise, waiting for the charmer of females to submit to his unholy desires, for only then the danger shall unveil itself to my vulnerable flesh, and I will be shown no mercy.

The potent smell of my arousal leaking from between my thighs suffuses the scent of the midnight air; his nose flares light greens darkening with ardour as his grip on my flesh harshes. The lustful smell of my cunt has my male's mouth salivating tantalizing him like a siren's melody, it agonizes him his flesh evidently trembling as he strives to maintain his composure.

I seem to be his forbidden fruit one so appetizing so close within his reach that all he needs to do is reach for it with his fingertips. The sweat upon my skin glimmers beneath the moonlight like polished diamonds, beckoning him with a bewitching charm, and he catches it ever so quickly, the pad of his thumb gliding across the wetness over my heaving breasts, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly slides it between his thick pink lips, placing it over his tongue to taste the flavour.

His eyes flutter close, his facial features showcasing sheer euphoria as he lets out a loud, prolonged moan of pleasure. The taste of me he enjoys his favoured delicacy.

Cronus does not disguise it from me not even a little in terms of what I do to him, he ensures I am aware of the blatant misery I cause him from the inside. Fervent greens pierce through my browns with a libidinous appetite as I am engulfed by an all-consuming urge to have his cock fuck me tonight.

I cannot stop this utter chaos running rampant within our veins. We are drawn to the flame of the fire, our hearts beating in sync, our souls pleading for what remains untouched. My virginity.

"Pull down the straps of your dress, Yara." He orders, his voice carrying an alarming level of huskiness to it that makes my cunt throb with a keenness. He taunts me with a wickedness striking a lightning bolt of attraction straight down to my moist pussy.

I am doomed with this madness of being starved by my male, if I had it my way I would be on my hands and knees my tongue out waiting for him to fist my hair and ram his cock down my throat. This is how shameless I am with my need to devour him. I am not as a child as he deems me to be I can show him my maturity if he would let me.

My trembling fingertips timidly pull down the flimsy strap of my dress, forcing the other to fall, revealing my shoulders and the upper swell of my breasts. My male watches every movement of mine like one would analyse a prey before they attack and ruthlessly tear apart.

His finger loops around the neckline so sneakily one would not even know he is doing so for he keeps me prisoner with those tempestuous orbs, he hypnotises me holding me in spot as I willingly surrender my body to *the devil.*