493- When the Wolf Demands Your Soul
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
My instincts flashed in alert, recognizing him as an alpha, a leader. Everything in me screamed, ordering me to bow to him, as all wolves should do when encountering a Supreme leader. It was survival instinct.
I didn't yield—I remained still, watching him with quickened breath and an erratic heart.
Enveloped in his animal form, wearing the wolf's skin, I could absorb the power he emitted. It was ancient, visceral, and intense. It became clearer why Edric exalted his sons so much, why he trusted that no one besides them could take on the task against the Merchants.
Because they were... untamable.
I already knew that, but at no moment had it been so obvious.
I parted my lips, breathless.
I dragged myself backward, pulling my body along with the leaves. But I had nowhere to run, nowhere to flee—I was trapped.
He continued approaching, closer and closer. He was so near that I noticed the silver near his pupils, a characteristic of his human side.
He was enormous, so large that he cast a shadow around me and over me, blocking the little moonlight that emerged.
He sat on his hind paws, his eyes still fixed on mine. Then he leaned in, sticking his snout between my legs. He inhaled, sniffing.
I laid my head on the ground and closed my eyes, gripping a handful of leaves.
I felt his body shudder. In seconds, hands were on my legs, pulling my pants down.
"Anton..." I gasped.
"Run as much as you want... in the end, I'll always be the wolf who will devour you," he growled, his voice deep and hoarse, part human, part animal. "Do you think I can't smell that soaked pussy from far away?"
I rose onto my elbows and stared at him.
He was completely naked. Every part of his body that should have been meticulously sculpted.
My eyes widened.
"You... you're naked?" I asked in a shrill tone.
He smiled with depreciation.
"That happens when you shift into a wolf—but you're so focused on trying to be some ordinary human that you must not be aware of that," he mocked, raising his face to look at me.
He pulled at the waistband of my pants, sliding them down my legs, removing them from my body. My panties followed the same direction, exposing my wet pussy.
I observed the tense muscles of his broad shoulders, the ridges of his hard, defined chest, his sculpted arms. I let my gaze drift lower, admiring his narrow waist and flat stomach. And then... his long, hard cock. The pink tip was glistening with the lubrication seeping through the small slit at its head. Veins pulsed around it. Anton was a warrior by nature, and every part of him demonstrated that.
"What... are you doing?" I stammered, a dry knot in my throat.
He laughed, leaning in, bringing his lips to my right thigh.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to devour that pussy that's begging for me."
As if it were possible, I felt even more aroused, wet to the point of being uncomfortable from so much desire.
"How do you know?"
"I smelled it from a distance."
"And who said it was for you?"
His hoarse laugh made me shudder.
"It's always for me, and it always will be."
"So conceited..." I murmured.
He passed an arm under each of my legs, spreading them and fully exposing my pussy to him. Then he buried his face between my thighs, devouring me just as he had said he would.
His tongue, rough and hot, slithered over my clitoris. A strangled scream got stuck in my throat.
Anton rubbed the nerve up and down hard, in quick movements. He had no patience, nor did he seem to want to savor the moment. The alpha was hungry, in a hurry, eager to devour me whole.
He held the nerve between his lips, alternating the movement of his mouth with his tongue moving back and forth. He removed one arm from my leg and brought his fingers to my entrance, sliding them inside me with ease.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, scraping his fangs against my pussy.
I arched my back upward, slapping my hands on the ground beside me.
He curled his fingers, pushing them inside me and hitting a spot that made me shiver from head to toe. His tongue didn't stop its movements—fast and eager to satisfy me.
"Anton..." I begged his name, shaking my head from side to side, unrestrained.
That was too much for me. Being pursued by his wolf had already aroused me, but being fucked by his fingers and tongue in the middle of the forest, after our little cat-and-mouse game, was overwhelming.
My body heated up and shuddered, every hair standing on end with the wave of pleasure that hit me, leaving me delirious.
Anton held my clitoris, sucking it hard, then licked the entire length before returning his attention to the nerve. He rubbed his tongue in circles, back and forth, hard, only the tip pleasuring me—agile and skilled. The wet sound of his fingers invading me echoed through the air.
The leaves prickled my bare skin, scratching me.
"Please..." I begged in a sob.
I closed my eyes, squeezing them tight. Anton increased his rhythm, thrusting his full finger length inside me, to the hilt. His tongue slithered without set movements, changing rhythm according to the excitement he felt. It was he who controlled my body, he who held the rhythm.
"Say you're mine," he ordered in a growl.
"What?" I heard myself say through the haze I was in.
"Say it now, dammit—that you're mine. If you want to come, say it."
"What are you doing?" I complained, feeling the rhythm of his fingers slow down, becoming slow, almost painful.
"You made it seem like you weren't wet for me, thinking of me—even though I know it's a lie. So if you really want to come and leave here satisfied, say the words, Fer, or I'll be forced to get up and leave this little pussy aching and unsatisfied."
I pressed my fingers hard, clenching my fists.