Chapter 247 Chapter 246
The fire burning within was growing into a full inferno. Her insides had produced enough wetness to rival a spring, and her wolf was whimpering inside her, begging to be mounted. Soraya didn't know how much of this she could take.
She debated going to look for him, but instantly changed her mind. By now, her scent would have been accentuated and she didn't want to attract the wrong attention. She shed off the first layer of clothing she had on, leaving only a thin chemise that barely hid her figure, highlighting how big her breasts had become and how taut the nipples had gotten, straining through the fabric.
Soraya squirmed as the garment brushed against her skin, every part of her body tingling.
Her sense of smell had gotten stronger, and Soraya was sure that if he she rubbed her nose against the sheets on the bed, she would catch a whiff of his scent. Her body had grown slick with sweat, and she wouldn't stop rubbing her thighs together.
She was almost tempted to do such, to try and alleviate the pressure but caught herself yet again, chagrined by how debauched she'd gotten.
Just when she was about to lose it, the door opened and he stepped in. Soraya gasped at the sight. It was the first time she’d seen him in casual clothing, and from his tousled blond hair and heavy breaths, he had clearly gone for a run.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he began, reaching for her. “I had to finish some things before I retired to my room. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“It’s okay… I’m just glad you’re here,” she said in a breathless voice. already pulling at tunic.
Normal Soraya wouldn't do this, but now she was too turned on to care.
Damn this instincts.
He held her hands with his strong, large ones, stopping her movements. “Are you alright?”
She gave a breathless chuckle, panting for breath. "Iwill be, if you touched me."
"Umm... " He trailed off, his face turning beet red. He took a sniff of the air and groaned, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "You're burning up. And you smell good too."
She whimpered, scooting closer to erase the distance between them, needing to merge her body with his. He pulled back, still awkward.
“I apologize,” he said. “I’m a bit inexperienced on matters like this. I usually steer clear of female werewolves. I have no idea what to do.” He groaned, gazing into her bloodshot eyes.
She grabbed his face, and Morvan tensed when he felt her hot breath all over him. "I'll... I'll show you. Just touch me, please." She whispered, voice strained.
"O-okay... " He stuttered, tentatively leaning in. Soraya lost her patience. She slammed her lips against his, kissing him...
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It was quiet here. Too quiet. It was the full moon, but since the weretigers weren’t affected by it, she surmised all of them had simply gone to sleep. Soraya had long left for General Morvan’s room, and now Rayena lay in her cot, all alone, staring at the dark corners, her mind far away.
Suddenly, she rose to her feet, grabbing her cloak and putting it on. Why didn’t she think of this earlier? This was the perfect time to go to Xenon undetected.
Hesitating slightly, she contemplated whether this was even worth it. She didn’t want to cause more problems for the weretigers, but eventually her curiosity won over her restraint. She would make sure not to get into trouble, but she had to go.
She slipped out of her room and continued down the small pathways, doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone. She’d gone to his place enough times to know the path like the back of her hand.
After evading all the guards, she finally arrived at the hallway that led to the room where he was confined. Pausing slightly, she stared at the thick, reinforced door.
Her heart pounded, her throat tightening until it was painful to breathe.
The faint growls that filled the air made her shudder, and tears blurred her eyes. Even in his feral state, he never failed to draw such reactions from her. She forced her feet to move, closing the distance until she reached the door.
Opening the latch that allowed her to see through, she peeked inside. Waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room, she finally made out the silhouette of his beast form.
“Hello, Xenon,” she whispered.
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his, kissing him with such fervor, he felt like he was being devoured. But he soon slipped them shut, his hands reaching to grab her waist, angling his face so he could kiss her deeper.
Soraya gasped into his mouth, merging her body to his, their tongues performing a passionate duel, tasting and exploring, till the entire word fell away around them, narrowing to the heat of their bodies pressed against each other. It was unlike any kiss Morvan had ever experienced.
Not that he'd kissed a lot of women.
Her hands reached out yet again, desperately trying to take off his clothes, eager to run her hands across his muscled chest. Morvan groaned as her fingers brushed against his skin and he quickly pulled them away.
"You only need to ask, dear." He groaned against her lips, voice husky.
A shudder ran through her at the softly spoken words.
His dark gaze still fixed on her, Morvan pulled back and tookp off his tunic, leaving only his breeches on.
Soraya ogled at his body, her mouth watering at the taut muscles that framed his build. Unlike her past werewolf lover, he was bare-chested, giving him a more youthful appearance. Soraya discovered she liked it a lot.
"Your turn." He murmured, glancing at her chemise.
"Oh... " Soraya muttered, her face blooming with heat. She reached for the end of her chemise and pulled it over her head, leaving herself bare.
A strangled sound escaped Morvan's lips as he started at her lush body, his tiger rearing it's head in interest. Within himself, he could admit that Soraya was an incredibly beautiful woman.
Her wavy brown framed her face perfectly, and he itched to run his fingers through them. So was her small, pointed nose, and the tiny freckles dusted across her cheeks. Age had made her lovely features even more striking, and he couldn't wait to be with her.