43 Berlog of the Beast
I never expected such intensity from Wayland, and for a moment, I was completely taken aback.
But the wave of emotions that swept over me left no chance to push the alpha away or stop this sudden invasion of my mouth.
This was our first kiss — even though we had already been intimate before.
That time, the dark-haired man had kissed many parts of me… except the ones on my face.
His kiss wasn’t gentle or hesitant.
He didn’t ask for permission, nor did he try to win my attention — he took what he believed was his by right.
As if we had known each other for an eternity… and still had many more years ahead.
Heat spread through my entire body from the alpha’s rough yet strangely pleasant lips.
His strong hands lifted me effortlessly and pressed me tightly against his large, masculine frame — as if he feared I might run away.
And I melted under the weight of his confidence and dominance.
He had full control — every move was his, and I was completely led… and, in a way, I liked it.
For a moment, it felt like I no longer had any problems.
No more burdens to carry on my own.
As if this man was taking all those unanswered questions upon himself…
And I could finally breathe, be weak, vulnerable — just a woman who had someone standing firmly behind her, ready to take life’s blows in her place.
Maybe this is how loneliness screams — the aching desire to be important to someone… as a woman.
The craving to let go of control and all responsibility, and just be a fragile girl — someone to be protected, someone to be cared for.
And for a fleeting moment, I felt that.
But the next second, I reminded myself that it was nothing more than a foolish longing, an unreachable fantasy — and brought myself back down to the unremarkable reality.
With effort, I pulled away from the alpha, only to realize we were already standing at the door of his house.
Apparently, I’d been so swept away by the kiss, I hadn’t noticed how easily the wild beast had lured me to his den.
To be honest, I was so turned on and fired up by that mind-blowing kiss, I was ready to follow him to the ends of the earth — just for the chance of more.
My body remembered exactly how this wolf could touch me… the pleasure he could give.
It was as if it missed this unbearable brute.
It seemed Wayland read all of that perfectly in my eyes — his own were burning with fire and hunger.
Pushing open the unlocked door, the alpha paused, his intense, piercing gaze fixed on me as if silently asking for my permission.
Without hesitation, I stepped inside the house. He followed right behind, closing the door — shutting us away from the outside world.
What followed was pure madness.
We launched at each other like wild animals.
Our lips burned from desperate kisses, clothes were torn off on the go, and our bodies grew hotter with every touch.
Like a tornado, we crashed through the living room, knocking over decorations and furniture in our path.
Vases shattered, shelves toppled, and our clothes hit the floor one after another in a whirlwind of chaos and desire.
I wanted this man more than I had ever wanted anyone in my entire life.
Deep inside my lower belly, a storm of aching desire twisted and burned, begging for release — a release that only this wild, untamed beast could give.
And he wanted me just as much.
I could see it in his ravenous gaze, feel it in his demanding touch and the hunger driving his every move.
By the time we reached the long leather sofa, I was dressed in nothing but my black lingerie.
Wayland gave me a firm nudge and I fell back onto the cool, soft surface, staring up at him towering above me — clothed only in his pants.
In that moment, he was temptation incarnate.
Predatory eyes.
His dark hair, tousled and wild.
That body — sculpted perfection, every muscle carved like from stone, his skin dusted with a faint trail of hair leading down his toned abdomen and disappearing into the waistband of his pants — which strained, undeniably, from the growing evidence of his desire.
I wanted to see all of him.
Swallowing hard, I got on my knees on the couch, gliding toward him as gracefully as I could, keeping my eyes locked with his the entire time.
My hands reached for his belt, trembling slightly with anticipation.
Wayland tensed, a low growl vibrating deep in his chest.
That sound only fueled my courage. I felt a daring fire awaken inside me—one I had never known before. With trembling hands, I reached for his belt, determined and driven by desire.
He watched me intently, his eyes burning with hunger, but didn’t stop me. My fingers worked quickly, unfastening the buckle and slowly undoing the button and zipper. The heat between us intensified, and my breath caught when my hand slid beneath the fabric, exploring the strength I’d only imagined until now.
For the first time in my life, I want to take someone's dick in my mouth!
Although for my twenty -five, I never sucked, but here it was as if demons have settled in me!