412- Inheriting the Hunger
POV Seraphine Valerian:
He raised his eyes and met mine. He held my wrists open on the bed, containing his instinct. His thick, long cock hovered between us, not entering, even though I writhed wanting it. His pupils filled with gold around the edges, and he snarled:
"You need to calm down, Seraphine. Your eyes..."
They burned. I was all on fire, aroused.
I had to hold myself back when I understood what worried him, for he must have seen the same gold taking over my green. My she-wolf was there, wanting to appear again.
It was difficult to reconcile mind and body. Instincts dominated me, my pussy pulsed and dripped, shivers running up my spine. I panted, begging:
"Stick it in me… Please… I won't be able to take it…"
Viktor fought with his own beast, sniffing my scent, totally excited.
He had been more restrained with me in bed, because of everything I was feeling. But that wasn't holding me back anymore. Even pregnant, I still desperately needed him as my mate.
I screamed wildly when he penetrated me at once, opening me until the burn came along with the delicious lust. He didn't let go of my wrists and kissed my mouth, in grunts that were like restraints. He thrust into me several times, deep, firm.
I disintegrated with each lunge, each suck on his tongue. So wet that I soaked the sheet, drenched his cock and his hair. Consumed by live fire.
He didn't stop, but he didn't go further either. He held back his claws and fangs, not letting them out, even though I whimpered for them, my mark throbbing to be torn open again. And he silenced me with his mouth, burying me into the mattress until I exploded in overwhelming orgasm and calmed down.
"Damn..."
Only then did he come, spilling his seed on my belly.
He pulled me into his arms, quiet, a little nervous. It was as if our beasts were asking for more and our human side used reason to tame them. Energy still crackled, and I fought against impatience, the urge to mount him.
It was an internal war, not helped by having him so close to me. I went to his chest, thinking of the little bundle Alzira had given me beside the bed. I was going to grab it, but it hurt just to think of moving away from him.
"Are you all right? Do you want to take a shower?"
"No. Just hold me."
Viktor did. And we remained silent.
He slept first; I didn't close my eyes.
I stared at his beautiful face, his muscular chest rising and falling with his rhythmic breathing. My fingers passed slowly over him, the fine hairs, the hardness covered by white, warm skin. Desire made my mouth water and released more of my lubrication.
I felt more and more addicted, in love. That hungry creature trying to dominate me again through instincts and feelings. I needed more.
I slid my hand down, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, how masculine and strong he was. He grunted in his sleep, muscles contracting at my touch.
I licked my lips, looking at his semi-erect cock lying to the side, still wet from both of us, from his release. His virile scent set my sense of smell on fire, turning my blood to lava. My heart beat hard; I found myself unable to think. Needy for some relief.
I ran my fingers over the hair on his pubis, trimmed, dark. The big, pinkish head of his member inviting me. I went to it, sliding down and settling between his legs. I braced my hands on his hard thighs and gently sucked the glans, moaning at his taste.
Lust devastated me, and I took him deeper into my mouth, ravenous.
"Seraphine..."
Viktor woke immediately, eyes blazing when they met mine. His expression hardened, as did his cock, growing vertiginously and expanding my lips. I sucked with will, as far as I could, loving to have the hot flesh down to my throat.
"Damn..."
He grabbed my hair, opening his legs a little more and making me swallow so much that I almost choked. That drove me wild, my heartbeat accelerating, my whole body igniting.
I sucked, moving back and forth without stopping, until he was fully erect, sliding brutally. My pussy contracted, releasing more fluids, while I vociferated with my mouth full, all drooly.
Eyes on his, both burning, a smile of pure satisfaction wanting to break free. Hunger attacking me like a drug already spread through my system.
I wanted to hurt and be hurt, to feel his strength on my skin. And to drink his blood to kill that thirst that created a hole of pure need in my core.
I dug my nails into his thighs and tightened my jaw, my teeth sliding along, tasting his flesh.
Viktor's eyes turned a golden yellow, shining, his fingers buried in my head. His beast was there.
And she was going to get me.