62- Equal Rights
POV Lunara Grimwald:
“Just like you let other females touch you, other males will touch me. I’m a woman, and I have needs,” I provoked, licking my lips.
One of his hands grabbed the back of my neck, the other my waist. In one instant, I was standing with my back to the lake; in the next, my body was crushed between the tree trunk and him.
He rubbed against me, the hard muscles of his chest grazing my stiffened nipples. He leaned in, aligning our faces. His breath mingled with mine, and my heart raced, beating out of control.
“Never provoke me like that again, little wolf,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing against my lips. “I can keep my beast under control, but it’s not so easy when it comes to you.”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Edric’s aura was so powerful, his magnetism so heavy, that it restrained everything around him, keeping me inert and entirely his.
My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, and every cell in my body vibrated wildly. I knew I shouldn’t respond, that he was at the edge between man and beast, but… the impulse was stronger than me.
He brushed the tip of his nose against my cheek, stroking my skin slowly.
“Equal rights, Edric Eldoria. I have just as much right to be touched as you do,” I whispered in a breathy voice, my back pressed so hard against the tree’s rough bark that it felt as though I could become part of it. “If another female can touch you, then another male can touch me.”
The growl that reverberated from his chest sent shivers all over my body.
“How dare you, little wolf?” he roared. “How dare you provoke me?”
The hand on my waist pressed down hard, his fingers digging into my skin. I squeezed my thighs together as a wave of arousal crashed over me. Heat spread through my body, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips.
I inhaled, catching the scent of sex lingering in the air. The scent of sex and of Edric. Only then did I realize he was releasing pheromones to provoke me.
My throat turned instantly dry.
He brushed his fangs along my neck, grazing the exact spot where he had first marked me and where, thanks to my pride, there was no longer a scar.
My wolf was silent, as if deciding what to do with Edric. And to my complete horror, it wasn’t because of her that I was being driven to desire him—it was coming from me alone.
I clutched his shoulders, unable to control myself. I spread my legs and rose onto my tiptoes, grinding against the hard cock straining against his jeans.
He pulled back to look at me. His eyes were their natural color, clouded with desire. Tilting his head to the side, he said,
“I can smell your arousal, little wolf, just as I can sense your craving for me—your need to ride my cock,” he purred, planting a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “If you don’t control yourself, I’ll fuck you right here against this tree, and no one will stop me, least of all you.”
I smiled, sharp and daring.
“And who said I want you to stop? If it isn’t you, it’ll be another male. Like I said, I have desires, and I need to be satisfied.”
He let out a loud, guttural sound, halfway between a growl and a roar. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head toward him, and he crushed his mouth to mine in a savage kiss.
I parted my lips, allowing his tongue in, tasting the cool mint on him. A moan slipped from me at the sensation.
With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin through his shirt, rocking against the hard length of him, rubbing myself in steady motions, pleasuring myself on him.
The nightgown rode up, and the thin panties were nowhere near enough to stop me from feeling him fully, grinding along his rigid, thick length.
His lips on mine were a claim. Sucking, kissing, biting—taking me completely. Our tongues clashed in a heated duel. He growled, and I moaned.
He released the grip on my hair, settled me against the tree trunk, and spread my legs away from his hips, sliding his fingers down to my pussy through the small gap. He pushed my panties aside and stroked me, running his fingers up and down my slit.
“Edric,” I gasped, tearing my mouth from his, pressing my head against the trunk and squeezing my eyes shut.
His husky laugh vibrated against me.
“You’re dripping, little wolf. Completely soaked,” he said, before sliding two long fingers inside me.
He reached a spot deep within that made me arch. I bit my lips so hard they broke, and he immediately sucked at the wound, drinking my blood with relish.
He pulled his fingers out, only to push them back in again, repeating the motion. His thumb found my clit and began massaging it, playing with the sensitive nub as he thrust relentlessly inside me.
The wet sound of his fingers plunging into me echoed, reverberating through the forest. The cold wind brushing my heated, wet skin made me shiver.
I bit my lip and let out a sharp moan, grinding against his hand. The tree bark scraped my back, abrading my skin.
“Edric…” I gurgled.
My hands roamed the hard, sculpted muscles of his shoulders and back, savoring the feeling of being in his arms. He was a powerful male, the leader of a pack. And everything about him showed it—from his dominant presence to the body that seemed carved by God himself.
His hand moved in steady thrusts, firing against my most intimate place.
My fangs extended involuntarily. My eyes widened in confusion. Edric’s gaze locked on mine, his blue-and-silver eyes burning into me.
“I… I don’t know what’s happening,” I gasped, breathless.
A smile curved his lips. He pulled his slick fingers from me and brought them to his mouth, sucking off every drop of my arousal, my lust.
I sucked in air with difficulty, watching him as my body teetered on the edge of combustion. He groaned, savoring my taste, then lowered his hand between my legs again, plunging his fingers back inside.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
I felt my body floating, as though I were losing control. I blinked, and I knew the emerald green had taken over my gaze. Edric’s smile widened, and gold flared in his eyes.
I opened my mouth and lunged forward, sinking my fangs into the soft flesh of his neck. I tore into the skin and drank his blood hungrily, greedily. He groaned, shuddering, but didn’t stop fucking me with those long, hard fingers.
I ground against his hand again, never letting go of his neck. His blood tasted divine—like pure embers, raw power, and something more ancient, primal.
He stayed still, letting me reinforce the mark he already bore on his neck. My mark.
He curved his fingers, hitting a spot that made me see stars. He thrust them in, pulled them out, and pushed them back again. Once, twice, three times.
A shiver raced down my spine. I let go of his neck and gasped, releasing cries of pleasure.