Ryan
My fingers wind through Aviva’s hair as she kneels, rising on her knees. I should tell her to stop. A very small, insignificant part of me is begging to haul her upright and service her first, like a gentleman, but under the haze of the dim lighting and thrum of music vibrating up through the floor, I’m not feeling very gentlemanly.
My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her hands pressing against my thighs, her nails pinching my skin. This has to be some kind of dream state. My entire body jerks as her tongue glides up my shaft a second time in a slow, drawn out taste. She’s testing me. I know if I open my eyes, she’ll be looking up at me with that whiskey gaze that will have me spilling myself on her chest within seconds, and she hasn’t even fully taken me in her mouth yet.
I’m fucked.
“Aviva,” I choke out, my head rolling to the side against the door at my back.
“Hmm?” She hums as she guides the head of my cock between her lips. It’s enough to send a jolt of electricity shooting down my spine.
Beyond words, the only sounds that leave my mouth are guttural, choked groans. I tighten my grip on her hair in an effort to control her pace, to keep her from trying to take all of me. But I feel an odd sensation starting to burn to life in my chest. It’s like there’s a little voice in my head, whispering in my ear to let go, to let her do this, to unleash myself like she wants.
I saw that glint of curiosity in her eyes when I showed her my beast form. It had been against my will. I was going to shift into that form that night regardless of if I had a moment to warn her, and I feel that same sensation now.
She is my mate. My fucking mate. Those golden threads binding us together sing in triumph when I loosen my grip on her hair and allow her to swallow me whole.
“Goddess, yes.” I bite down on the words, groaning like the breath is being knocked from my lungs. Aviva’s hands tighten their grip on my thighs as she holds me there, taking all of me like she’s built for this, built for me, every inch.
She pulls back, the head of my cock sliding over her tongue in a way that has a pleasure I’ve never known rolling through my body, making it impossible to focus on anything but her, on her mouth, on the way her hands slide up to assist.
My hands find her hair again. I’ve lost control. I can feel my restraint slipping with each moan that escapes her lips around my cock as I start fucking her mouth.
I open my eyes to heavy slits, pulling hard on her hair so she has to open wider, taking me deeper. “Is this what you want?”
Her eyes water, but she nods, her body trembling with heat I can feel in my own body. Her pleasure is tuned to mine, and I’ve only slept with her… twice. Only twice–because this is insane. No one talks about this. This brutal, all-encompassing ache that makes me want to do depraved things to the woman worshiping me on her knees right now. I know she’s wet as fuck at the moment. I watch with hooded, heavy eyes as she rubs her thighs together, mewling around my dick as I drag myself out again, hissing out a breath at the unreal suction she can create with that unhinged mouth of hers.
There isn’t a single rational thought in my mind. I feel… overwhelmed. My wolf and the beast are at odds, both begging for their turn, one wanting to mark her… one wanting to consume her. To get under her skin.
It’s too much. I’m losing my grip.
Pleasure builds in a blinding way, blooming through the base of my spine and causing my muscles to lock and shake.
“Wait,” I choke, grabbing her shoulder to push her away, but she pumps her hands harder, swirling her tongue over the head of my cock before taking me so deep I swear I’m transported to heaven, to the gates of the Goddess’s kingdom, and it’s not a white wolf waiting for me.
It’s Aviva, naked, tied to my bed.
I spill myself down her throat, crying out her name like it’s the last word that’ll ever leave my lips. She holds herself there with me buried all the way down her impossibly tight throat. She whimpers as I pull out, shaking with her own pleasure.
She rises, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, and gazes into my eyes with a look that has blood rushing right back into my cock. I press my thumb against her swollen lower lip, fighting the insane urge to bend her over and take her right here on the floor.
Her heart is beating impossibly fast. She’s in heat. That’s been obvious from the moment I finally claimed her body as mine in the woods that day. Whether by coincidence, or something brought on by our bond clicking into place, this is happening now, and I don’t think I can hold back this time.
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Aviva
Ryan keeps his eyes locked on mine as he roughly pulls up his pants. He looks like he’s on the verge of shifting–the way his eyes glow. The way his canine teeth are slightly elongated and gleaming in the dim amber light washing us both in gold. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and inside, my wolf is begging, absolutely begging, for me to just get on my knees and turn around, to let him fuck me like an animal on the floor in a bathroom. To breed me.
I’m out of my mind.
His fingers lace with mine as he wordlessly leads me out of the bathroom, out of the club, and into the humid summer night air. The city passes in a blur. I can’t tell if we’re running or walking. My mind is locked on the idea of him being inside of me to the point I’m starting to physically ache from the absence of him buried between my legs.
I barely realize we’re walking along the side of the castle, through a set of gates, and up a set of narrow, stone stairs until he pushes through a door, and his apartment fades into view.
His scent is overwhelming. Hot and spiced, it works its way through my body, causing me to tremble as he comes up behind me, nuzzling my hair away from my neck while his hands roughly grope my breasts, kneading through the fabric of the beaded bralette. He tears the fabric from my body like it’s made of paper. Beads ping across the room, bouncing off the furniture. “Ryan, please,” I beg, my voice high and tight as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
His free hand moves down my belly, his fingers sliding between my skirt and my skin. “All I’ve been thinking about,” he rasps against my ear, his body trembling as he roughly slides two fingers between my wet, aching folds, “is how easy it would have to been to fuck you in the middle of that dance floor, with all of those people around to watch.”
My eyes roll back in my head as he hooks his fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing my clit in just the right way. His hand leaves my breasts to close around my throat. I tighten around his fingers, spasming already, pleasure washing through me and leaving me breathless. He rasps out a dark chuckle, nipping my earlobe. “Needy little wolf. I’ve been catching your scent all night. You want me inside of you, don’t you?”
“I do!” Tears sting the corners of my eyes as he continues thrusting his fingers inside of me at a slow, teasing pace that has me writhing in his grasp.
“I’m going to knot in you,” he warns, breathing heavily, his teeth racking down my teeth, sharp enough to break the skin if he’s not careful.
But I don’t want him to be careful. Not tonight. I want him rough and totally, utterly out of his mind.
“It’ll hurt,” he continues darkly, dragging his fingers out of me to slowly circle my swollen, aching clit with his thumb. “But I think you can handle it, can’t you?”
He claps his hand over my mouth as he bites down hard on my shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to give me a taste of what’s coming. He’s going to mark me.
He suddenly lets me go, taking a step away from me. I turn, breathless, and find him slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Take off your skirt.”
I hook my thumbs under the waistband and pull, shimmying out of the fabric. My breasts bounce with the effort, and his eyes rake over my nearly naked body. He curses under his breath, his eyes going nearly black as his pupils expand. “Get on the bed. On your knees.”
I think my heart might actually be stopping. I obey. All rational thought has left the building and my brain is totally, completely empty as I walk into the bedroom and crawl onto the bed, resting on my knees like he commanded.
I close my eyes to better feel the sensation ricocheting through my body, through my very soul. My mate is coming up behind me. I can feel his dark, unhinged desire and excitement through the bond. The bond thunders in my chest like it has its own heartbeat, like it’s the only thing keeping me upright at the moment because my heart is beating out of control.
His hand presses firmly on my back so I’m forced down, my breasts pressing into the satin duvet. My nipples harden at the sensation of the cool, silken fabric brushing over my skin. I whimper a moan, trembling as he snaps the thin little pair of panties I’m wearing against my hip.
He rips them off. I almost come just from that.
Then, he’s binding my wrists together with them, my arms crossed behind my back.
The first actual thought that has entered my mind since he closed us into that bathroom at the club whispers through my head. He’s not going to hurt me. Well, I might feel pain, but he’s not going to hurt me. I trust him. He trusts me. Whatever he does, I want equally as bad as he does. I can handle this. I can take this.
He climbs onto the bed behind me, taking a ragged breath as his hands move over the globes of my ass and down my back, checking that my wrists are still firmly bound together.
“I’m going to mark you.”
“I know,” I say shakily, finding it hard to swallow.
“Do you want a say in where?”
I shake my head from side to side, desperate for his cock. He has it resting against my ass. I feel it twitch–hard, hot, and heavy–and it’s almost too much to bear.
“P-please,” I whimper. I’m already so close to unraveling already, and he hasn’t touched me in what feels like an entirety when it might have been only a minute or two.
Wetness slides down my thighs. I rub them together, grinding against him in emphasis. He grips my thighs, sliding his cock up, and down, through the wetness before thrusting into me with a groan that echoes off the walls. The bed quakes. He grips my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. One thrust, I’m done for.
I bite the sheets and arch my back, taking him deeper, loving the stretch and fullness of him buried inside of me.
He pulls out halfway and rocks into me again so deep I’m seeing stars. “The way you were dancing on me tonight, Aviva?” He hisses out the words as he pulls out slowly, drawing out a pitched moan from my lips. “I nearly lost control. I couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy.” He bites down on the words, cursing softly under his breath as I swirl my ass into his hips.
My toes curl as he starts getting rougher, his movements less fluid and spurred by pure feeling. He braces one hand on my hip while the other snakes up my neck and into my hair, tugging in the same way I know he likes his hair pulled, and I understand why. That glimmer of pain is a rush. It rewires my brain. It has pleasure blooming to life so deep in my body I feel it in the marrow of my bones, my soul.
“Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans as my inner walls clench hard around his cock. “Oh, Baby, fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
“More,” I beg, panting the word like my lungs are begging for air. “I want more of you.”
He chuckles low in his throat, slamming into me so hard the sound of skin meeting skin bounces through the room in rhythm with his thrusts.
Just as I’m starting to unravel again, he reaches down and unbinds my wrists. He lowers his body onto mine, pressing me into the mattress, rolling his hips against my ass, reaching the deepest parts of me that send pleasure I’ve never known coiling to life. “You like that, don’t you?” He hums over the soft, pitched moans escaping my mouth. His lips brush over my shoulder as his muscles start to tighten, and his thrusts start to slow, like he’s holding back all of the sudden.
But then he’s pressing deep again, holding himself there while my hips arch upward on instinct. “Move with me,” he says in a near whisper, breathless.
I do. I meet him thrust for thrust, loving the slow rhythm and the tender kisses he presses to my shoulders and back. He hooks an arm under me and nibbles at my shoulder blade, then along the base of my neck and upper spine.
Deep, aching pleasure ignites in my lower belly, spreading to the point I can’t ignore it. He can feel it, too. He knows I’m close.
And he’s close, too.
“It’s going to hurt. I can’t stop it once it starts.”
“What will?”