8- Burning Instincts
POV Lunara Grimwald:
Edric stretched out his arm, touching my face with the tips of his fingers. His skin was hot, feverish like mine. His hand trembled, muscles rigid, as if he were making the greatest effort in the world to restrain himself.
"What is your name?" he asked, in a low, hoarse whisper. I swallowed to wet my dry throat.
"Lunara," I answered, blinking slowly. "My name is Lunara."
He inhaled deeply, flaring his nostrils and absorbing my scent. He was trying to catch which pack I belonged to and what my species was.
"What is an omega, in heat, doing lost in the middle of my territory?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
I stared at him, losing myself in the mixture of colors in the deepest and most piercing eyes I had ever seen.
I remained silent, not knowing how to tell him that I was a fugitive being hunted by my psychopathic ex-fiancé and considered a traitor by my pack for having fled, abandoning it without the alpha’s consent.
I exhaled, drinking in the scent of fresh pine and damp earth. My pupils dilated as another wave of heat struck me. I lunged forward, falling against him.
I clenched my teeth tightly and stopped breathing. He was strong, hard as stone. And... so hot. Fuck, incandescent like a furnace.
A moan escaped my throat.
Edric growled and grabbed the hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head back. His eyes glowed with an intense golden light.
"I don’t know what the fuck you are, but I can’t control myself," he roared.
And then, he pressed his mouth to mine. It wasn’t romantic, delicate, or beautiful. It was carnal, desperate, brutal.
He parted my lips and brought his tongue against mine.
I returned the kiss, clinging to him with all my strength.
Alessio had been my first and only male. He had always been romantic with me, although I had been aware that it was nothing but a farce, the greatest pretense.
I had no idea if I felt much better with Edric, an alpha I didn’t even know, than I had ever felt with my fiancé, because I was induced by heat.
His tongue slid through my mouth while his hand held firmly in my hair. I gripped his hard shoulders, digging my nails into him, and rose onto my knees, pulling us closer together.
My body was about to burst into spontaneous combustion. The contact wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed so much more.
I slid my fingers down the muscles of his back, experiencing the rigid texture of his skin, tasting him.
He pulled his mouth from mine, trailing his lips down my neck, leaving wet kisses. I felt the tips of his fangs against my throbbing vein. A light drag, a faint scrape.
My wolf stirred, as if eager for it, for being marked by him. As if it were right.
"Edric," his name slipped out like a moan, a pleading supplication.
He growled once more, then pushed me down to the ground, laying me on my back and covering my body with his. His eyes remained taken over by gold, ruled by his wolf half.
We were reacting to our nature. I was an omega in heat, and he, an alpha ready to satisfy me. It wasn’t human, nor romantic. It was wild and purely carnal.
He gripped the sides of my wool blouse and yanked hard, tearing it and ripping it from my body. I was so hot that the freezing air barely touched my naked skin.
He stared down at me, analyzing the lacy red bra covering my small, round breasts. He extended his index claw and brought it to the fabric, tearing it with a single swipe.
His eyes narrowed on me, fixed on the pink, hardened tips of my breasts. My skin was covered in goosebumps.
I should have felt ashamed, naked before a male I didn’t know. But that wasn’t how I felt.
I felt desired. Truly desired. Not the way Alessio used to look at me, but in a different way—more intense, deeper.
Edric lowered his mouth and sucked one of my nipples, trapping it between his teeth. I gasped, arching my back off the ground.
I grabbed his hair, sliding the soft strands between my fingers. He sucked harder, rubbing the rough tip of his tongue around the areola.
A growl rumbled in my chest. He answered it, growling back in a harsh tone, making my whole body shiver.
My soaked panties clung to my skin, rubbing against my swollen clit.
"More," I panted, begging to be fucked.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and pulled hard, breaking the button and zipper. I pressed my feet against the ground and lifted my hips as he dragged the fabric down my thighs, along with my panties, leaving me completely exposed.
The branches and leaves on the forest floor pricked and scraped against my bare skin.
I sat up, running my hands to the linen shirt he wore, tearing it apart uncontrollably. The fabric hung from his shoulders, but his defined torso was fully exposed. I gazed at his sun-bronzed skin and the lean muscles marked from his stomach upward. There was a light layer of fine hair down the middle of his chest, golden and brown strands mingling. My eyes traveled lower, and I noticed the bulge between his legs, stretching the firm fabric of his pants.
I pressed my palm against it, sliding my hand and feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch.
I licked my lips and lifted my chin. He stared at me, unblinking, his chest heaving in quick successions from heavy breathing.
A moan slipped out of me.
And that was enough for him to grip me tightly and kiss me. Gathering courage I didn’t know I had, I slid my fingers down, undoing the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper.
He didn’t stop me, didn’t even flinch at my touch. When my fingers reached close enough to his hard cock, he groaned against my mouth.
I gasped, touching him over his boxer briefs.