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This mansion was divine, though the outdoor gatherings happening were what intrigued me the most. It was like they had created a mini town within their property, complete with various shops that sold knick-knacks, private waiting areas, and alleyways that gave you a chance to collect information and seek business avenues.
I knew a few individuals around, though I hoped Aurelia would be somewhere around here. No way would she miss a party like this, so I knew she was already here or on her way. Deciding to op for one of the private alleyways, I began to text Onyx to see where he was.
When he didn't answer, I sighed and tried to call him.
"This fucker is actually ignoring me," I muttered while the phone continued to ring. After a third try, I sighed. "To investigate on my own or wait some more?"
Deciding to try a fourth time, the line went straight to voice mail.
"Leave your message after the tone. Beep."
The jealous jerkface.
"You better be killing someone if you're ignoring my phone calls or I swear you're never getting this pussy aga-" I suddenly was twirled around, grabbed by the neck, and slammed against the brick wall of the narrow space.
The way my lips curled up in greeting was followed with, "Oh. Never mind. You suddenly realized the power of my pussy and showed up. I'll just leave this message as a reminder for next time you want to be a jealous prick when you can't even put a ring on it," I choked out while maintaining my pleased expression.
I winked at the displeased Onyx, who was staring down at me with cold eyes - his wolf clearly in control. That only made me more amused that I could specifically tick him off.
Pressing number one to send the voicemail, I hung up and slipped my phone into the other free spot in my bra while his large hand still wrapped around my neck.
"Are you done playing kidnapper or am I actually in trouble for something I'm not aware of?" I inquired, not even afraid of the fact that he could crush my trachea any second. He tightened his grip further, which only made the uncomfortable feeling of being unable to grasp my usual share of air more thrilling.
"A...little tighter," I encouraged. "Maybe I'll cum if you...cut off enough airflow."
He looked like he was debating if it was even worth it, but his silver eyes returned to black, and his grip loosened enough for me to breathe comfortably again.
"Who ticked you off?" I inquired. "I know it's not all my doing."
Instead of answering, his lips captured mine in a greedy hunger, the burning intensity of our connection igniting like lighting a match.
Or he's horny as fuck.
I forced him to break the kiss as I bit his bottom lip hard enough for it to bleed. He didn't seem annoyed by it - far from it - his eyes hooded with lust searching my clouded ones. He dropped his hand from my throat then, the ache it brought only leaving me throbbing for his controlling demeanor.
Instead of doing what I normally would to tick him off, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him in closer until he was pressed against me. I took in his rather cleaned-up appearance, loving the way he styled his black strands, which were spiked up for the party.
His half-buttoned shirt revealed a glimpse of his tattooed chest with those gorgeous tanned pecs. And the way his biceps fought hard to expand the black dress shirt was making me want to lick those biceps before the rest of his fine body.
I forced my eyes to return to his, my admiration growing as I allowed myself to have a bit of what I wanted. I kissed him in the next second, and he got lost in the loving movement of my lips, my purpose to remind him of where I belonged.
Our lips meshed together like Oreo cookies and milk, his broad body possessively holding me like I truly was the only trophy he was willing to carry. He soon took over the speed of our intimacy, the desperation growing until I was lifted and pinned to the wall.
My gasp only invited him to further our steamy kiss as his tongue dived in possessively. I heard the unzipping of his pants, my body humming in excitement while my pussy grew wet at the idea of fucking here.
These private alleys may have been soundproof, but I knew they weren’t scent-proof.
I'm sure he knew that as well.
My dress was already rolled up to my waist because of the position I was in, and all he needed to do was to slide my panties aside and dig right in.
Instead of doing exactly that, he pressed his erect cock against the see-through lace panties, teasing my entrance as he pressed himself against me - grinding and teasing - again and again.
I growled in impatience, which only made him chuckle lowly before he kissed me firmly and pinned me to the wall so I couldn't even try to move my hips.
"Do you want this cock?" he seethed. That hidden anger had returned for round two, his eyes struggling to remain black as those rings of silver of his wolf began to creep in.
"No," I muttered against his lips, feeling annoyed that I was being punished for something probably stupid. "We shouldn't even be doing this here."
