“Baby—” I start, but she reaches up and covers my lips with her finger.
“I decide who I want, not you, wolf. I may not know you, your past, or your heritage, but I know your soul and your heart, and some part of me, all of me, wants you. I feel it here.” She covers her heart. “Like you have always been there waiting for me. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of being used and controlled, of being told what to do. For once, I want to do what I want.”
“Which is what?” I growl harshly.
“You.” She grins, her lips tipping up. “To feel all that power inside you aimed at me, to see if what you said was true.”
I want to warn her away, I want to say no, to deny her. No creature this perfect should be sullied by me. I might be a god, but I’m a murderer, a killer, and a user. I’m possessive and wild, but I can’t say no. I can’t turn away. I’m a selfish fucking man, because I’ll take what she is offering, even though she has no idea what she’s asking for.
What she is agreeing to, to being mine for all time.
Because once I have her, I’m never letting her go.
She tilts her head back, the pale skin of her neck and shoulder calling to me. My fangs ache to strike there, marking her for everyone to see, but I resist.
She shivers against me, and fear starts to enter her eyes, fear that I will turn her away, that everything I said was a lie. That I don’t want her. It’s another trick, which she is clearly used to.
Unwilling to let her think that, I lower my head and cover her lips, starting soft, trying to prove to her and me that I can be sweet, but when she moans and presses closer, I can’t help it. I harden the kiss, tangling my tongue with hers, dominating her mouth until she is putty in my arms and almost falling backwards into the water. Grabbing the back of her head, I angle her the way I want as my other hand goes to her plump hip and squeezes.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow it, feeling my pre-cum bead at my tip. Her hand traces across my shoulder and chest, no doubt feeling the tug and pull of my muscles as my body fights itself.
I can’t take it anymore. Her innocent, exploring touch has me snapping into action. That final line is crossed, there is no going back now.
Alejandra is mine. Forever.
Hoisting her up, I feel her gasp against my lips as my claws almost cut into her plump arse. Her legs wrap around my waist, and without breaking the kiss, I wade to the shore and lay her down on the soil, our feet still touching the water. I can’t go any farther, I need her too badly. My own desire wars with the need to go slow, but her pleasure is my main concern. I want to make sure this is what she wants, and if it is, that she enjoys it.
She glows in the sun, so soft and bright beneath my darkness, my demons coming to play. I grab her hands and press them to my chest. “Touch whatever you want,” I murmur, as I turn her head with my chin and kiss down her neck to her shoulder, to that sweet spot between them, and then I kiss and lick. “Later, I’m going to bury my fangs here while my cock is in your sweet little pussy,” I vow.
She moans, her hands and the sharp edges of her nails dragging down my chest, making me grunt against her skin as she reaches my cock. Her fumbling hand wraps around me, sliding across my length, back and forth as she explores and drives me crazy with the pure innocence in each touch. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing, but I’m so close to coming already it’s ridiculous. Her thumb glides over the head, and I can’t help but thrust into her hand, making her whimper again. “You’re so big, I-I… Will you even fit?” she asks.
Chuckling, I drag my lips across her chest, trying to ignore the pleasure roaring through me, and focus back on the magnificent creature beneath me. “I’ll fit, baby. You were made for me.”
I move lower, and she has to release me to let me move—thank fuck. One more stroke of her soft grip, and I would have been filling her hand with my cum.
Her neck arches as I blow a breath over her nipple, making her shiver. “Slate?” she questions, but my name on her lips has me groaning, leaning down, and sucking her nipple into my mouth. It tastes as sweet as her mouth, I bet her pussy will as well.
Sliding my eyes up to hers, I see the desire burning in her gaze. Her lips are bruised from my kisses and parted on a moan as she watches me suck and nip at her nipple, rolling it between my teeth before lifting my head and giving the other the same treatment, while plucking the wet one with my fingers. Her moans get louder, and I feel her hips rise desperately, but she’s unable to ask for what she wants.
That’s fine, she can tell me with her body.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, I drag my lips down the valley of her breasts and to her belly, licking around her cute little navel before sliding farther down, stopping just above her pussy. “Do you want me to taste you?” I murmur, looking up at her. “Do you want to fuck my face? Ride it until you come…”
She swallows, eyes unsure, and I grin against her skin. “If you’re a good girl and come on my tongue, I’ll even let you ride my fingers.”
I’m betting I look almost feral, and I am, for her. I can smell her sweet musk, her arousal wrapping around me and calling to my own, merging with it until I’m almost insane with the need to feel her under my mouth. To suck on that sweet pussy and see her explode.
She watches me with equal parts fear and desire. I want the desire to outweigh the fear, though, so I kiss her belly. “I won’t hurt you, baby, tell me to stop any time and I will.”
“You promise?” she whispers trustingly, and I almost growl at the edge there. Who has broken their word? Who has hurt her? But now is not the time to ask. Later, she will tell me everything, or I will fill her with my cock and refuse to move until she does.
“Promise,” I growl. “I’m hoping you won’t ask me to stop though, baby.” I inhale deeply, and her cheeks tint. “Because I have a feeling I will never taste anything as good as you.”
When she nods hesitantly, I gently pull open her thighs, but she slams them shut, her cheeks heating further, and I narrow my eyes on her before pulling them open again. I throw her a glare. “Don’t try to hide from me. I want to see every fucking inch of you, and before the day is through, I will know every single mark, dip, scar, curve, and flavour. You can bet on that, darling.”
She blushes harder, her chest heaving, her lip caught between her teeth as I pull her curved thighs wider and stare down at the silver and pink pussy calling to me.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur. She’s glistening with wetness, and I lick my teeth, imagining my tongue tracing along those lips, her sweetness coating me.
“Slate,” she whispers embarrassedly, as I part her pussy lips and run my eyes across her hot, wet center. Her clit is engorged and begging for my tongue and teeth, her hole clenching needily—soon she will be doing that around my fingers and then my cock. “Never be embarrassed in front of me, every inch of you is perfect.” Leaning down, I glide my fingers through her wetness and lift then to the air to show her. “And seeing your cream dripping down your perfect pink cunt? It makes me so fucking hard. Never be ashamed of your body’s reaction. Feel it, baby. Own it. Own me.”
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lick my fingers clean, not ever wanting her to be embarrassed of what happens between us.