Chapter 79 An unwanted face

Chapter 79 An unwanted face
Auren’s pov
I feel like the world shifts, my back hits the rough bark of the tree, and I’m facing him again. 
His hands grip my thighs, lifting me up and he then wraps my legs around his waist. The bark scraps against my naked shoulder blades and the bite of it only makes the heat between us hotter.
His forehead presses against mine, one hand gripping my thigh, fingers digging into the skin hard enough to bruise, while the other works between us. I hear the sound of belt buckle, the rustle of clothes, and then I feel him……Hot….hard and impossibly big, pressing against the damp lace between my thighs.

My breath catches.

He didn't push inside immediately. Instead, he holds himself there—the blunt, thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked panties. 
"I want to hear you say it," he rasps, his forehead still pressed against mine, his breath coming in a harsh uneven burst.
His hips shift, just slightly, just enough for him to slide through the slick heat pooled against my panties, and the friction drags a whimper from my throat. 
"Tell me you want this."
"I want this,” I whimper desperately. "I want you….Dravik…..Please."
I feel his fingers pull the lace aside with one rough tug, the delicate fabric stretching, threatening to tear and then he pushes his hard cock inside me.
I let out a gasp and a sob as he fills me.
He groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder and I can feel him shaking. 
"gods……You're so tight. So—fuck—" He thrusts, pushing deeper, and the sound that comes from my throat is something I have never heard myself make. “That's it. Take it. Take all of it."
He drives in completely, and the fullness is too much, too perfect, too consuming. I can feel him everywhere. He begins to move with a relentless, punishing pace, lifting me up and slamming me back down against his heavy shaft, the wet sound of our joining and our moans echoing loudly.
"Feel that?" he rasps against my throat, his hips moving faster, and my back arch off the tree. "Feel how deep I am?"
I moan louder, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and my legs tighten around his waist. He brings me down harder on him, his cock sliding into me so deep I scream.
"Gods, yes—" he growl against my neck. "Scream for me. Let the whole forest hear."
I scream again.
Not because he told me to, because I couldn't not. He thrust into me like he wants to reach my very soul and I think he will. 
"Again," he growls. His hand tightens on my hips and he leans down, taking my exposed nipple into his mouth and he bites down on it. 
I scream again.
His name this time. I feel like he’s splitting me open, remaking me, destroying every version of myself I had been before this moment.

"Dravik….Dravik—"
"That's it," he growls against my breast, his teeth grazing and biting. His hand hitches my legs higher around his waist, and the angle shifts making him slide even deeper……impossibly deeper. "I’m the one making you feel like this. No one else.” 
I feel my pussy stretching around him, clinging and clenching, and I can feel myself dripping down his cock, down my thighs. The pleasure begins to build, a coiling thing in the pit of my stomach that threatens to shatter me.
"Come for me, Auren. Come on my cock like a good little mate."
His finger finds my clit, pressing on it and I lose it. My entire body seizes around him, my pussy clenching so hard that it drags a sound from his chest. My back arches off the tree, my nails dragging down his back hard enough to tear his shirt, and I scream his name over and over. 
He throws his head back and roars as he abruptly pulls out of me, grunting heavily as he strokes himself and I feel his body tremble as he groans repeatedly. Then his head falls on my shoulder and he holds me tightly against the tree, breathing heavily. 
We stay in that position for what feels like hours before he pulls back from me, my legs coming off his waist. 
My knees buckle beneath my weight as I slide down the tree, still very spent and breathless. Chuckling he lifts my trembling body and I find myself being placed on something soft and warm. His jacket. He then wraps it securely around me, sits down beside me, leaning back on the tree and pulling my head onto his laps. I lie there feeling wrecked in a good way, listening to the sound of drums and music as I slowly recover.
I must have dozed off because when I feel his lips on my face and open my eyes, It’s early dawn.
“It’s time to go,” he murmurs against my lips.
He gets up and when I try to stand my knees still buckle. A low laugh comes from him as he catches me against him. I glare at him over my shoulder but he just grins, sliding an arm beneath my knees and the other on my back, carrying me in bridal style. He walks out of the woods and when he enters the clearing, the remnants of last night's festivities are scattered across the ground, including some wolves that look passed out.
The drive home is quiet. 
I keep stealing glances at him, watching the strong line of his jaw as he concentrates on the road, his hands resting on the steering wheel. I still can’t believe he’s real and mine. I have these weird feelings bubbling inside me that I can't explain. 
“You’re staring,” he says eventually, his voice carrying amusement that makes my stomach tighten. 
I quickly look away, sinking lower into my seat, pulling his jacket closer around myself. We reach the packhouse and he parks near the entrance, then comes around to open my door before I can reach for the handle myself. He holds out his hand and I place my hand on him as he helps me out. 
He shuts the door and we start to walk towards the house. Just then I hear the door open and he stops walking.
“Cassy?” he says.
I stop beside him and lift my eyes toward the entrance, and every bit of warmth that I had been feeling disappears.
Cassandra stands at the top of the steps.
She looks exactly like I remember, perhaps even more beautiful than before. Her tight short white gown wraps around her body like a glove, her blonde hair sweeping over one shoulder in layers. She has her arms folded across her chest, one eyebrow slightly raised as she looks down at us and I suddenly become aware of Dravik's jacket wrapped around me. I pull the collar higher around my neck.
"Hey, Dravik. I'm back,” she says sweetly, a smile crossing her face as her eyes drift slowly over his body.
My fingers tightens in his as I feel something like anger rise inside me. Then her gaze moves to me, stopping at my neck and the smile drops from her face.