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Oh, Gods! Does he want to kiss me now?! When I most likely have terrible garlic breath?!
He carefully takes the berry from my hand. Seeing the small smudge of chocolate on a few of my fingers, he leans closer and gently pops the tips of each finger into his mouth, removing the chocolate with his tongue.
Fucking hell that is sexy. I swear my pussy is crying out to him all on her own. This man... does things to me. I keep feeling this overwhelming urge to claim him. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone. Not that I have an issue with exhibitionism, it's just never been a kink of mine. And while that is not liable to change, I still can't shake the feeling that I need to take a public stance on... something. I need others to know Victor is mine.
Woah there kitty. I know it's been a hot minute, but we are not going to be mating with the first cock to give us the wet and fuzzies.
My brain ques back into Victor and all I can think about is how I want his mouth all over me, right the fuck now. I open my mouth–probably to suggest just that–when he shocks me by gently pressing the chocolate-laden berry to my lips. Behaving like the good girl I am–fuck you, don't laugh at that–I carefully wrap my mouth around the tip of the berry and bite.
Acting like the proper foodie slut I am, I don't hold back my moan when the berry juice explodes on my tongue. Maybe with a little more gusto than I usually would, but I have a weird way of flirting ok? Yes, that includes loudly moaning to a room full of people over food and letting them think that this delicious man has done something incredibly naughty.
Once the treat has been sufficiently chewed, he brings the remaining portion to my lips again. This time I open wide, taking the rest of the berry and chocolate–sans stem–into my mouth.
The look in his eyes reads as nothing more than raw... raging... desire.
Without a word, he sets the stem down and takes my hand, pulling me from the table and leading me through the room, out a small door in the back.
And yes. Every head in the room turned in our direction.
Smelling the air as we left the scents of lust behind us.
Hallway Tryst
Victor
Ican barely control the beast inside of me.
This is her. The one I have been waiting for. The one I have craved every lonely night of my pitiful existence. There is nothing but her.
When she moans over the strawberry, my control snaps. I hold it together long enough for her to finish it off, and then I toss the stem down on the plate and snag her hand in mine. I take deep breaths to refrain from using my speed–which would surely dislocate her arm at the very least. Too bad every deep breath is filled with the scents of her arousal.
As we make our way out the back door of the ballroom, I take notice of all the eyes watching us. Surely out of jealousy. Only true mates give off an aura like ours. An aura that is so blatantly contradictory to my usual dark shroud. No, this is vibrant. Containing all of the colors in existence. It's almost too much. And yet, I can't help but find it to be so fucking beautiful.
Movement out of the corner of my eye pulls my attention as I lead Ginger through the door. The same female I've noticed taking far too much interest in my love. I make a note to discover who she is and what her intentions are. Tomorrow.
Tonight is for us.
Tonight I will devour my mate.
The second she clears the doorway, I'm unable to contain myself any longer. I spin her around and slam her against the wall. She lets out a small breath, but stands still. I run my right hand down the side of her glorious curves. Even through the fabrics of her dress, I can feel her shape. I continue working my way down her body, never once breaking eye contact, all the way down to the slit of her skirt. Her skin is soft and it pebbles under my touch.
I continue trailing my fingers down until I have to slightly bend to reach just above the back of her knee. I slide my hand under and get a grip, bringing her leg up with me as I straighten and press my body against hers. The position has her core lined up with my cock perfectly. Still holding one another’s gaze, Ginger runs both of her hands up into my hair. Her fingers feel glorious and I barely hold in the moan her touch seems to bring out in me.
When I lean close to press my lips against hers, she shocks me by pulling my hair and tipping my head back, before pressing her lips against my neck. Her lips feel marvelous, but when she adds teeth in small nips and bites, I growl low in my chest. I want to scream. I want her to bite me. Take me. Mark me as hers. Let everyone see who I belong to.
I press myself hard against her, my cock straining to be free. She grinds her core against me as she continues biting down my neck. Gripping tightly to her ass, I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. At the same time, she removes my tie before ripping the sides of my shirt. I hear the popping of my buttons as they give way and go flying in various directions. She works her way across my collarbone nipping and biting and I simply can't take it any longer.
Balancing her weight with one hand, I use the other to drape open her dress, taking satisfaction in the ripping sound as I work my hand into her panties and remove them from her. She lets out a hiss when I pull the small bit of lace away and hold it up to my face, inhaling deeply. Mine. I want to scream it. I want her to acknowledge it so fucking bad.
But Snaps don't work that way. They need to be seduced and enticed. They don't get the instant knowing that comes from the more monstrous paras. Our beast knows our mates, sometimes before we do. So I have to play this as slowly as I can.
I pull her panties away from my face to see a salacious smile covering hers. She is a fucking Goddess. As I slide the fabric into my pocket, she leans closer and bites down again. Hard. As much as I want to seduce her, I am but a man. Flawed in my primal needs. And right now, I need my cock buried in her sweet pussy.
Without ceremony, I use my free hand to reach between us and unzip my pants. The second my cock is free, I ram it home. We cry out in unison. Mine is a guttural sound, while hers is a declaration of my name.
"Oh Gods, Victor! Yes!" My name is the only encouragement I need. I waste no time as I pound her against the wall. Her tight channel flutters around my dick as I chase her orgasm.
When the door beside us opens, I turn my face towards the unknowing intruder and snarl, with my fangs on full display. Ginger doesn't notice as I continue to pump into her. The small woman lets out a squeak before making a hasty retreat. When I turn my attention back to Ginger, she throws her head back in ecstasy. Exposing her neck only inches from my mouth. I inhale deeply and try to calm down. I have to remember that she isn't offering her neck to me for a sip. Or more importantly to establish her mate mark.
