386- The Bite Beneath the Skin
POV Viktor Averwyn:
I opened the bedroom door, fucking pissed.
It was already past midnight. In the forests, the invaders had quieted down. But that wasn’t enough to calm me. Katarina hadn’t sent any news, and that increased the chaos inside me.
It could be that Lucian really was protecting Adelina, keeping her from leaving the house and being exposed to unknown wolves joining his armies. Katarina might not have had any way to risk going beyond the gates. But I felt something wasn’t right.
I stopped as soon as I entered, seeing Seraphine asleep on the black sheets. For an instant, the sight of her made me forget everything, even my despair. I could only look at her, hypnotized.
Her exuberant hair spread in fiery curls across the pillow. A beautiful, soft face, rosy lips slightly parted. She wore a long red dress that molded to her round breasts, defining her waist and hips. Lying on her side, legs half bent, one hand beneath her cheek, the other relaxed. Delicate, bare feet.
The diamonds shone at her ears, neck, and wrist. She looked like she had stepped out of a dream, incredibly beautiful.
Her scent of lilies and nutmeg shook my insides, and I moved closer slowly, scenting her, feeling desire rise dizzyingly, enough to quicken my blood and heartbeat. It was always like that. Being near her was enough to make me feel more alive and aroused, enough for me to see only her in front of me.
I stopped beside the bed, my wolf wanting to growl, ravenous. The volatile emotions I had carried into that room created a growing vortex, concentrated on the awakening of others, greater and greater.
My fangs pressed forward, ready to appear. My erection swelled, my muscles grew more rigid, demanding action. I had never wanted to bite her as badly as I did then. Spread her legs, thrust in to the hilt, and sink my teeth near her jugular. She would be completely mine, in every way.
It hurt to fight my instincts. My rational side still warned me to leave, to come back only when I was more stable. But I couldn’t, tense and hard, my hands already grabbing my shirt near the back of my neck and pulling it over my head. I threw it aside, removing my shoes, pants, and underwear.
My cock grew heavy, thick veins filling it with pulsing blood. Naked, my nostrils flaring at her aphrodisiac scent, I gripped it hard and spat right on the head. I stroked myself, spreading it as I masturbated slowly and firmly.
I ran my tongue over my teeth, salivating, my eyes traveling down her exposed skin with its golden freckles, every small detail I knew by heart from licking, sucking, caressing, and biting her so often. Mine, for the depravities she allowed me with her receptive body and her sobbing orgasms.
I jerked myself off, squeezing myself brutally, slickness gathering at the tip, my heart pounding against my ribs. Lust covered my skin, taking over everything.
Seraphine seemed to sense it. She opened her eyes and found me almost immediately.
“Viktor…”
She turned a little, her gaze moving down my body, focusing on the masturbation that created friction and made me more swollen and red, with prominent veins. She licked her lips, sitting up slowly. The flower in her hair fell onto the bed, but she didn’t even notice.
I clenched my jaw and tightened my grip around my base, keeping my cock stretched out like a sword. My voice sounded like a grunt:
“Come here. On your knees.”
She gasped, her cheeks flushing red, her eyes gaining that decadent shade they had every time she received filthy orders.
She knelt on the mattress, brushing her hair back behind her shoulders, the diamonds sparkling almost as much as her eyes.
“Am I beautiful?” she murmured, her trembling hands sliding up the fabric over her breasts, up to her chest.
“My beautiful gypsy,” I said low.
“I loved the clothes and the jewelry. I dressed for you.”
I admired her, sweet and breathtaking. My erection hurt, dripping for her.
“Then undress for me. I’m going to fuck you wearing only the diamonds.”
Seraphine bit her lip, her fingers already opening the first button, her gaze falling to the cock I squeezed even harder, almost strangling myself.
Every inch of exposed skin was a new pulse in my chest and in my sex. My hungry wolf growled, ordering me to attack. The man held lust at its limit, savoring the silent seduction.
The dress slipped, and she removed it, leaving herself naked. I admired her flushed, peaked nipples begging for my mouth, her slender curves, that little pussy with soft down that seemed alive with flame.
“Suck my cock.”
When she came on all fours, I saw the curve of her round ass and almost fucked her like a madman, ready to act like an animal.
Her hair spilled forward, her full lips parted, and I remained still, rigid, as she sweetly sucked the broad head, green eyes on mine.
Flames climbed my spine, the growl coming out like thunder in the room. I grabbed her hair at the back of her neck with both hands, making my flesh slide through her stretched mouth, watching how it hit the back of her throat, as far as she could take it. I stopped, admiring her, beautiful, stuffed with my thick erection, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes.
I held my breath, throbbing, grinding my teeth.
“Do it the way I like.”
Seraphine pulled back to the tip and returned, sucking, tongue underneath. Once, twice, many times. Saliva dripping, sucking firmly and deliciously, her soft, greedy little mouth knowing exactly how to drive me insane.
“Beautiful…”
I slid my fingers over her adorned ears, her smooth cheek, her rounded chin. My hand took her entire throat, feeling each time my member filled it, choking her. I squeezed, keeping her captive, which increased the pressure. Tears fell, and so did drool. Full, overwhelmed.
My fangs emerged as I growled and remained still, letting her move, going back and forth, breathing as much as she could without taking me from her lips. Her gaze followed everything.
I controlled my wolf so my claws wouldn’t come out and my teeth would only show enough for the animal not to lose its mind and take her more fiercely. Though that urge overflowed through me.
I squeezed her throat. Then I thrust into her mouth, fucking it harder. Seraphine trembled on her arms and knees, contracting her thighs and rubbing them together. The scent of her lubrication filled the air, and I knew she was dripping. She liked when I was rough and commanding, submitting meekly and half frightened.
“That’s it, little bitch… Suck it all the way down.”
My fingers closed around her neck, one hand in front, the other at her nape, while I fucked her, driving my hips forward, making her swallow and breathe whenever I pulled back until the head rested heavy on the tip of her tongue. I grew faster, tense. Wounding my own tongue as I rubbed it against my canines. I savored my blood, hardened by abyssal pleasure.
She trembled, moaned, dripping so much saliva onto the bed. All flushed, aroused. Her scent more intense from the throbbing in her pussy. I had to taste it.