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Makes me feel like I’m a god. I’m her world.
And that fills me with more pride than anything I’ve accomplished in my lifetime.
Not being a king. Not leading us through a war.
This moment cements what I was born to do.
“Xadiel, more.” A choked gasp, her pelvis tilting in offering, those luscious thighs trembling on either side of my waist. There’s something on one of them, a marking, but I’m too far gone to the pull—lust—to give it my full attention. Later. “I need more.”
“So fucking beautiful, my female.” The deep rumble reverberates through me to her, and Isabella’s eyes roll back. She likes what I am. Wants the beast. “Will you behave while I get my fill of you?”
“Please.”
“I like that word on your lips.” Gripping the bare skin of her thighs, one in each hand now, I lift her high and smirk at the squeal she emits. She’s tiny and light, so easily bendable, yet the moment I push the front of her dress up and expose her cunt, everything fades.
Her scent entraps me, and my wolf rises to the challenge.
Little moon is a hair’s breadth from my lips. She’s soaked and clenching with need; I take in her pink flesh and small entrance, almost feeling bad for her. Almost, but don’t. If anything, I love it—knowing that when I knot her—she’ll be unable to do anything but whine and shake in pleasure. That when I pull out, my mate will feel me for days after.
Isabella will be locked and full of my seed before the night is through.
The thought pulls a thundering groan from me, and she shivers. Unaware of my plans for her.
I’m well above average; thick and long with an expandable sack at the base that will lock me deep inside her pussy. My spend will fill her to the brim, but my cock will hold it inside and make sure she’s bred. That my pups will grow inside her.
Another mewl from Isabella and my nostrils flare.
I’ve never touched a woman before, but instinct is a marvelous thing.
One my wolf and I are in tune with, and that first slow lick is one I’ll never forget. My female is soft and sweet, sugary with a delicate tang that comes from her blood. She’s also untouched.
I will be her first. Her last.
The combination of these discoveries makes me ravenous, unable to take it slow, and I eat her like the animal I am while placing one of her legs over my shoulder.
My trousers tear at the seam with one savage tug.
I’m past rational. Past giving a fuck about propriety and palm my cock, stroking in time with each lick as my knot expands with the need to lock in deep. Fast, then slow and hard—adding pressure where she whimpers or cries out—thrusting into my tight fist while electricity shoots through my body wherever we touch.
Skin on skin, I revel in each pulse of our bond and the rightness that fills my chest.
Then, there’s the purr that’s only for her. Spurring Isabella to continue canting those hips as far as my hold allows and feed me the slickness mixed with her life’s essence. The flat of my tongue collects each precious drop, but a few slip down and onto her arse.
That won’t do.
Moreover, in that moment I almost understand vampires. The taste is an aphrodisiac—nirvana to me.
“What’re you…oh fuck!” That moan is lovely. I need another.
Releasing my dick, I retake my grip on both legs, piercing the flesh with the blackened tip. She’s pressed firmly against the door, thighs pinned and in the perfect split position. Isabella can’t move, and I feast on both holes. From the rosebud of her arse to clit, I lave each with broad strokes of my tongue before pulling the trembling bundle between my lips.
My cock bobs with pleasure, and I feel the drops of pre-come slip from the slit. Her magic surrounds us and it feels like a caress, sweeping from my heavy balls to the underside and back again.
A torture I return with fervor.
I’m sucking and nipping, something my little moon likes, and the proof of it’s on my tongue as another rush of wetness coats it. She’s shaking, lips open yet no words come out but her eyes are bright and on mine. Never looking away. Letting me see all of her.
Isabella tries to gyrate then against my mouth but can’t, and I can tell she likes it. The dominance. The noises her beasts makes and how easily I control her pleasure.
