80- The Mark of the Beast
POV Edric Eldoria:
I swallowed with difficulty.
Having her touch me went far beyond anything I had ever felt with other females. The mere touch of her icy fingers on me triggered a rollercoaster of sensations, bordering on ecstasy.
I pressed our foreheads together, our breaths mingled, and her sweat dampened my skin.
“Lunara…” I gasped, breathing deeply, absorbing her scent. She moved her hand, masturbating me in slow, precise movements.
She was somewhat inexperienced, but it was still perfect.
I gripped the back of her neck firmly and forced her head toward me, making her look at me. Her blue eyes were clouded with lust.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I warned.
There was no possibility of it not happening. I was at my limit, right on the edge of a cliff. The last time, it hadn't been so easy to control myself, but I managed to calm the beast that lived within me. But now… now it was different. Desire had transformed into desperation.
I still didn't know how to name what I felt for her. With my entire being, I wanted it to be hatred, repulsion for what she represented. And for a good while, I deceived myself, believing that was truly it. But it wasn't. It went far beyond. So much so that I couldn't explain it.
Perhaps, the fact of seeing her hurt and marked by another male had intensified everything I felt. Or it just caused the explosion that was already on the verge of collapse and that, until then, I had managed to contain.
But I didn't want to think about any of that at the moment. Or ever.
She nodded her head in agreement. I hesitated for a second.
“Your she-wolf?” I questioned, not knowing if I really wanted the answer.
Our beasts had wills of their own. Although I had much greater control over my animal than she did, sometimes it acted on its own. Lunara was still very young, easily dominated.
Her she-wolf was upset with me, hating me because of Thalira. The male's instinct was to protect, and the female's, to feel protected. I had failed in that mission, becoming a terrible mated partner and, therefore, in her eyes, unworthy.
As much as I hated what she had done, tearing off my mark, avoiding my company, and even forbidding me to touch her, I understood her point. I did, but my beast, not so much.
“She is happy and purring,” she confessed in a whisper. “I think you received her forgiveness.”
A smile rose on my face. I slid my thumb over her soft cheek, caressing it.
“At what moment did I receive your forgiveness?”
She shrugged.
“She is as crazy as you are,” she murmured, licking her lips. I followed the movement of her tongue with a sharp gaze. “She was satisfied when you killed Bogdan, and was convinced after today.”
Killing that male was just another proof that I had no control whatsoever when it came to the little she-wolf. On my normal days, I would never have done what I did. If the wolf didn't belong to Valmorin, we would have started a war. And at the moment, with Alessio and his damn hunt for my female, it was the last thing I needed.
“Good to know she loves carnage.” I winked.
“I think, when all is said and done, she is as psychotic as your wolf.”
I let out a laugh before leaning in and planting a kiss on her lips, deepening it. Our tongues connected, falling into sync.
Lunara finished removing my boxers and my pants, leaving them tangled around my ankles. My hard cock slapped against her flat stomach, wetting it with the drop of lubrication that dripped from the tip.
I blinked, feeling the gold color emerge in my eyes. And then, in a quick movement, I spun her around, putting her on her knees on the dry leaves. I settled behind her and kissed her neck, rubbing my palm over her breasts and flat abdomen.
Unable to contain myself, I nibbled her skin again, marking her a second time that night. She gasped, moaning loudly. Her hair fell over the front of her body, covering her breasts from the icy breeze hitting us.
Blood trickled down her collarbone, staining her pale skin.
I removed my teeth from her flesh. She leaned forward, planting her hands on the ground.
The bodies of the dead males were a few meters from us, the smell of their blood was strong. But nothing would stop us. She cast a glance towards the torn-apart wolves and smiled with satisfaction.
Perfect.
I settled behind her and held my cock, guiding it to the tight entrance. I rubbed the tip along the entire length, spreading the lubrication, then thrust forward, invading her in one movement.
We gasped together.
“So good,” I growled, pulling my body back before thrusting it forward again. Fucking her back and forth, sliding my cock along the narrow channel, opening her up.
“Edric…” she pleaded, closing her hands around the dry leaves.
With every thrust of my hips, her body jolted forward. I held her thin waist, keeping her in place, without slowing my thrusts.
Her body molded to mine perfectly, as if it were made to receive me, for me. Lunara still hadn't opened her womb, but I felt the desperation of my beast for her to do so. She wouldn't do it yet, however, as she wasn't in heat, the period when omegas normally did that, aiming to increase the chances of pregnancy.
I fucked her like a true animal, with strength, speed. Going deep, pulling out, and returning. Wanting much more, needing more.
I tangled her hair in one hand, pulling it. She tilted her neck and howled softly, watching the moon above our heads. My body trembled at that, and my wolf answered, howling back to her.
It wasn't a threat, but it seemed like they were communicating, connecting.
My fangs lengthened again, and I had to control myself not to mark her in other places. She had lost too much blood, was too injured when I found her. And although she was healed, she must have been feeling weak.
I released the brown locks and thrust out of her. I grabbed her waist and turned her, laying her gently on the leaves. I spread her thighs and settled at her center.
“The moon is… beautiful,” she panted.