Third person POV
She could not believe she just said that. With her hand still palming his raging manhood. She felt like she sealed her fate with those words and she did not regret it. It felt like the right thing to say, the right thing to do. Perhaps he felt guilty for what he did to her, for making her cry. His actions since he arrived at her room showed some remorse. Maybe there was hope for them. Maybe exploring this magnifying sexual tension between them is the solution. There was no going back now anyway. She had to assume the consequences of her words. Whether she ends up in complete bliss or with a broken heart. She always seems to get herself in trouble and she just hoped it won't break her irreparably this time.
A brush of a hand across the valley between her breast broke her train of thoughts. She was so dazed it completely slipped her mind that she was standing half naked in front of Leander, with her hand on his growing bulge. How much bigger could he possibly get? His erection was terrifying and she still hasn’t even seen it.
She lifted her palm from Leander’s pants and he let out a protesting growl. She looked up at him, eyes glossy, filled with lust but also a glimpse of uncertainty. She still doubted this. She was not entirely sure she could surrender herself to him completely. And it pissed him off. He had no intention of harming her, at least not at the moment and he had no idea how to convey that to her. He promised himself that he would show her pleasure like she’s never seen before. He would stop for nothing until he completely broke her and had her withering under him. He had no idea why this feeling took over him. Even though it was totally selfish of him but he had no will to shove it down like he tucked off most of his feeling. This possessiveness over the little minx felt completely right. And his wolf growled in agreement. “She is ours.”
“That she is.” He whispered and she looked at him confused. She was about to say something and he took the opportunity to connect his mouth to hers. He took his time exploring her with his tongue. The kiss was long and leisurely. He took his time enjoying the mere taste of her. He only let go for mere seconds so they could catch their breaths. He finally let go and she dared look at him in the eye. They were shifting from their usual color to a deep shade of blue. He was having trouble with controlling his wolf. The thought sent a wave excitement down to her core.
He then gently pushed her down, not breaking eye contact, and she complied. She was now laying on the bed. Her chest was heaving and she felt she could burst from embarrassment as he eyed her half naked form up and down. He took his shirt off and smirked when their eyes met again. He knew she liked what she saw. He was a strong alpha and he trained more than the average werewolf to keep his strength. He knew he was ripped. His brother always joked that even mated she wolves drooled over him.
Her eyes pleaded for him to touch her again. Even if she will never admit it out loud. And he was desperate to feel her skin on his again. The sparks that erupted each time drove him mad with desire. He hastily took off his pants and fought a smile as her eyes widened at the sight of his bulge straining his boxers. He hovered over her and took her lips in his again, palming her breasts, pinching her puckered nipples, pressing his body into hers as much as he could. But it was not enough. He lifted himself up and she let out a protesting whimper. He growled out loud. He was barely holding on, attempting not to hurt her. And there she was under him, at his mercy.
“your lips taste sensational, mutt. I wonder if your cunt tastes the same.” He said licking his lips. She looked mortified at his words and she turned away from his gaze. It did not take a genius to know she was not used to dirty talking. And Leander knew he will enjoy her squirming under him.
“Shall we see?” he added and she turned immediately to look at him. what they were about to do was nothing like kisses and she was scared.
She tried to stop him when he reached for the hem of her shorts. This was not expecting any of this to happen after this morning. And she definitely did not want him to see her plain cotton panties. There was nothing sexy about them. She was sure he would feel turned off at their sight. The guys was the epitome of a Greek god while she was an unexperienced girl with grandma panties. But he did not seem to care as he took both her shorts and her panties off in one go, lifting up her legs and throwing the on the ground. She was now completely bare. No one has ever seen her naked before. Even when she showered, she wore her panties sometimes. It didn’t matter anyway. There was no going back now.
He stood up and took in her fully naked form. He never had a specific type in women. He just knew he liked to fuck them. And he knew how to do it. But Morena was something else. It was like she was made to drive him crazy. A thin waist, slightly full hips and boobs that were just the right size. He smelled her arousal. But he also sensed her nervousness. She was shy about her body. That thought did not sit well with him. She was gorgeous. And he was going to show her, every pleasure that body of hers could feel.