513- The Seven-Day Inferno of Unquenchable Desire
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
I gasped, opening my mouth and closing my eyes. Anton snarled, pulling out only to enter me again, with back-and-forth motions.
I dug my nails into his shoulders and smelled his blood. The same absurd urge as before hit me. I wanted to bite him, sink my fangs into his neck, taste him.
My teeth elongated, and my eyes changed color. I entered into conflict with my wolf, dueling for control. Now I could understand what she wanted, and I couldn't give in. If it happened, there would be no return.
Binding myself to him for the rest of my life didn't scare me, but rather the true meaning of what that represented, and I didn't know if I was ready yet.
I spread my legs wider so he could go deeper. I felt his hard cock open me, slide in and out, flooding me with complete and absolute pleasure. I shivered and smiled against his lips, satisfied to be with him, to have his attention on me at such a delicate moment as heat.
Anton pulled back to look at me. His eyes pulsed in green and gold, his pupils dilated, and his features were hard, supernatural. The tips of his fangs appeared through his parted lips.
There was no part of him that wasn't perfect, and the way he looked at me, as if I were his person, the most precious thing in the world, made my heart skip beats.
I brought my hand to his chest, feeling life pulsate within him. It beat fast, just as his breathing was heavy. I felt a strange connection, something that didn't seem natural, that went far beyond what two lovers could feel.
I swallowed with difficulty, choking on my saliva due to my tight throat.
With each thrust, my body swayed on the floor, upward, but was held firm by his hands.
"Anton..." I pronounced his name again, my voice failing, being dominated by so many sensations that I couldn't even number them.
I licked my dry lips and closed my eyes, reopening them upon hearing his warning snarl. He wanted to see me, look into the depths of my eyes when I fell apart on his cock, unraveling.
He brought one hand to my waist and held me tightly as he increased the intensity. I felt his cock open me, sliding all the way in, hitting a spot that made me lose the air from my lungs.
He thrust once, twice, three times. Without stopping to fuck me, without slowing the rhythm, remaining brutal and wild, showing his supernatural side.
He fucked me with will, without any control, completely dominated by his primal instincts.
He pulled out of me and turned me onto my stomach, lifting my ass. I spread my hands on the floor in front of me and arched up for him.
He lunged forward, thrusting into me. My body trembled, and the hair on my nape stood on end. I gasped, letting out a cry of pleasure.
I felt his fangs on my lower back. He slid his tongue over my skin, licking my sweat without stopping to fuck me. He brought one hand between my legs, pushing them apart, and then massaged my clitoris, sliding the hardened tips of his fingers up and down in a frenzied rhythm.
I dug my claws into the wooden floor, marking it.
"Anton!" I screamed, lifting my face, clenching my teeth.
The wave of pleasure consumed me in the blink of an eye, so fast and deep that it made me lose control over my own body. I lost my strength, giving in. Anton held me, steadying me before I hit the floor.
I trembled violently, as if my muscles would tear, as if my body would split in half.
He didn't stop; he continued penetrating me, thrusting against me with force, with hunger, with savagery.
I blinked, clearing my vision, laid my face on the floor, keeping my ass arched for him. The heat had spread somewhat, but I felt it beginning to take me again, consuming me slowly.
Anton threw his head back and let out a snarl so deep, animalistic, and authoritative that it made me shiver. I arched my spine, responding to the alpha sound he emitted, bowing to the command, submitting to the power that resonated through the sound.
He came, spurting inside me. His member swelled, connecting our bodies, keeping us locked together, knotting me. It was so intense that I fell into another unexpected orgasm, following him.
An involuntary smile bloomed on my face. I breathed deeply, absorbing his scent mixed with mine.
For a moment, we remained still, giving our bodies time, respecting our nature. I loved that knot, the way it made me feel completely his, how satisfied I felt with him.
I let out an exasperated sigh.
He kissed my back and pulled out of me, sitting back on his legs. I knelt and turned to face him. His skin gleamed with sweat, his eyes still pulsed, but they were a bit more natural, and his chest rose and fell in rapid succession from his heavy breathing. He placed his hands on his thighs and pressed his lips together.
"You know we're going to repeat this many, many times, right? I know you've never had a heat, but are you aware of how it works?"
I nodded.
"I don't know much, but I've read about it. Seven days like this, burning from the inside out, wanting only sex and more sex." I bit my cheeks. "You... um... are you ready for that?"
He let out a hoarse laugh.
"Am I ready to fuck you like an animal, nonstop, without rest or pause?" he retorted. I nodded, blushing. "Little Beast, I'm in heaven with this. You can go into heat many other times; I'll always be by your side, ready to satisfy you."
My heart lurched in my chest at the statement. I felt happy, welcomed, and... loved.