Chapter 157 WHAT I WANT IS MINE

Chapter 157 WHAT I WANT IS MINE
NARRATOR
Alistair’s skin grew slick under the sweat of Kiara’s hands.
To his complete surprise, Alistair was having way too good a time feeling every tremor in those soft fingers.
Kiara’s wide eyes tracked the path down into dark seduction.
Without even realizing it, she let a little of her inner magic slip free, and all at once Alistair caught that delicious rosemary scent, flooding his nose and sparking every one of his senses.
His magic, always restless and stormy, went quiet in an instant. He found himself wanting more... but even that fresh energy felt shy.
Alistair leaned in, stared at her, enchanting her without even meaning to, and Kiara fell straight into the pull of those sexy, supernatural eyes.
Hovering over her, Alistair popped the button of his jeans, and the zipper slid down under the pressure of his huge cock pressing against his boxers.
He was hard as hell, and he didn’t even get how this little game had turned him on this much.
He lowered a little more, predatory and slow, never taking his eyes off those sweet green eyes, and braced one hand on the pillow beside her black hair while his other hand guided Kiara’s to stroke him through the fabric.
“Shhh... don’t be shy. Come on... collect your payment for that favor...” he hissed when her gentle caresses slid along his length, rubbing him through the roughness of the boxers.
He started rocking his hips slow, nudging her hand into stroking him.
Kiara’s heart pounded so hard she thought she might drop dead from a heart attack any second, but she... didn’t want to stop.
That golden magic pouring out of every pore of the massive body over hers made her whole body tingle, and something shifted south, between her legs.
A wet, prickling sensation.
She couldn’t stop looking at him, at the way he moaned over her, at the feel of his cock under her hand, the heat seeping right through the cloth.
“More...” Alistair suddenly growled, eyes narrowing like a predator, and Kiara almost yanked her hand away when she realized he’d shoved it inside his boxers.
She gasped, breathless, and looked as best she could between their bodies, down over his stomach, where she was gripping the Arcane Prince’s cock bare.
Right now, her hand was buried to the wrist under the dark waistband of his boxers, and between her fingers, slick, viscous fluid slid over pulsing veins, letting her palm glide over that thick length as he guided her.
He was basically giving her a live, hands-on lesson in how to jerk his cock in the way that drove him out of his mind.
“Ahh, fuck... squeeze it tighter, little virgin... yeah, like that, shhh, hold it like a damn tube and shake it up and down... shhh... more... more, fuck... like that, like that, little virgin... mmnn, so good... shhh...”
That pervert Alistair barked orders, bossy, rolling his hips faster and faster over Kiara’s body, and she was panting so hard it sounded like she was the one about to come.
He was straight up fucking her hand, no question... and the worst part was her hand seemed to have fallen in love at first sight with that hard cock... no... at first jerk-off.
Kiara couldn’t react. She felt like she was burning alive on a bonfire.
Between her legs, the pulsing heat was unbearable, and her nipples were hard, pushing against her sleep shirt.
She had to snap out of it. She had to. But it didn’t feel like she had control anymore, and her wolf wasn’t doing a damn thing to stop her.
If anything, it pushed her harder and harder.
That male’s scent was turning downright appetizing, and she was the one ready to feast.
With a broken, rough roar, Alistair sank fully down on top of her, cupping her cheeks, forcing their ragged breaths to mix in delicious, frantic panting.
“Let out more... what do I have to do to make you let out more magic...” he growled against that delicious mouth he couldn’t stop kissing.
So he did what he wanted, like he always had since the day he was born.
What he desired was his. And this delicious hybrid wasn’t going to be the exception.
His mouth assaulted those delicate lips that had never been profaned by anyone but him... and this was already the second time.
He sucked on them with wet, obscene sounds that blended with the shameless, sloppy sounds inside his boxers, where Kiara’s hand was already going numb but her fingers kept clinging to him, still stroking, still trying.
Shhh, fuck, she was digging her claws into him.
He’d never had a handjob from a she-wolf.
She-wolves had never been his thing, and this was the clumsiest handjob he’d ever gotten... but he couldn’t stop.
His cock trembled under those awkward touches, and his balls ached, heavy, full, about to burst and splatter thick cum all over that pink pajama set with little hearts.
“Breathe through your nose, breathe, little virgin...”