Kiss

Damien

I waited for my wolf to shift but nothing happened. It was past 12 already and all I could think about was my little mate who was a few steps away.

Her scent filled the house, she smelled of peaches, soft and feminine. I groaned as I rose from my bed and dashed towards the window.

I stared at the moon, wondering why Dante wasn’t taking over yet. He was supposed to take over… I was supposed to be outside of the house, hunting for prey but nothing was happening.

Not a single fur appeared on my arm and it filled me with great worry. “Dante… Why aren’t you taking over?” I asked, he could hear me but at times like this, he didn’t reply to my messages.

I exhaled deeply and lowered myself to the bed. “If I can’t shift, I might as well have a good rest.”

I shut my eyes and waited, my heart racing heavily but I was filled with energy and had no hopes of going to bed anytime soon.

My ears pricked when I heard the low squeaking of the door. Automatically, I knew the room it was coming from.

I heard light footsteps, at night, my senses were extremely heightened.

She was outside…. Where was she heading to? Was she trying to run away? My hands fisted into balls as my heart began pulsating very fast.

I bolted to my feet immediately, I wound my hand around the doorknob and stopped when I heard noise from the kitchen.

My breathing slowed as I waited, I listened for more sounds. She wasn’t running away… She was in the kitchen, it could be to get water or snacks.

Five minutes later, I heard her footsteps then it stopped… She stopped, she wasn’t anywhere close to the room but she had stopped.

I waited, trying to assure myself she was coming to the room but a minute passed and nothing. She was running away!

I pulled the door open and dashed out, my heading banging heavily as I stumbled into the living room.

I froze in shock. My eyes twitched as I watched her, unbelieving of what was before me. A tingle ran from my chest down to my groin.

She was moving like a snake on the pillar, she was rocking it and twirling around like it was made for her. Her nightgown had rolled up and her fair olive legs rejuvenated my cock to life.

Was she trying to seduce me? She was so good… Too good all I could remember was the stripper and how she had rode my cock for hours.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to force myself away but I could. I swallowed hard as I took a step closer, her scent making it more unbearable to leave.

She was sweating and all I could think of was how I could make her sweat even more, how her sleek body would feel beside mine.

She began bouncing her ass and my gaze followed, it was damn right erotic, too good, my cock bounced in rhythm, I wanted her to bounce her soft rear on my cock.

She was dancing without a song but it made perfect sense. I couldn’t stop, my hands were dying to touch her waist, my cock was screaming for release and I shook my hand, trying to turn around and head back to my room but I couldn’t…

I kept taking more steps, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was a few inches away and the little contact almost sent me growling.

She pressed to me and I exhaled deeply, throwing my head back as I let the surreal filling overwhelm me.

She stopped… I almost growled in frustration. She seemed to notice my presence and was about to turn around when I pressed my hand to her waist.

I pulled her closer, my boner parting a way in between her legs. She gasped in shock, her chest rising and falling very fast.

In a swift moment, I glided towards the wall with her in my arms. I pressed her to the wall as I lifted both hands above her head.

She was stunned, her eyes held a series of emotions, I could see fear, anticipation and desire. Her desire matched mine… I wanted her, more than I had ever wanted anyone.

“…” She parted her lips to say something and at that moment, I realized I’d be a fool not to kiss her.

I claimed her lips with mine, first running my tongue around her lips as I seeked entrance into her mouth, she was reluctant but gave way and immediately my tongue slipped into her, I felt her shudder beneath me.

I released her hand as I pulled her closer, her lips were divine, I could taste the food she had just eaten and it felt better than any other dinner I had ever had.

I sucked and licked, running my tongue around hers as I took the lead. She melted into my arms, making my muscles tense with arousal.

My cock vibrated, every new sensation I felt was directly sent to my throbbing cock. I wanted more than just kisses.

The soft kiss slowly turned fierce and possessive, I wanted to claim her on the spot. She was mine and mine alone.

Fire ignited inside of me… I stifled a growl and she pressed herself even harder to my boner, she moaned as I placed my hand on her waist, caressing her soft body slowly.

She was just like feathers in my arms, her body was warmth and it was driving me to the edge. She couldn’t clinging to me. My second hand was buried inside her hair as I tilted her head gently to give me more access.

Her hands were tugging on my shirt, her knees bucked.

She broke the kiss and we panted heavily, our gazes locked. Her lips were pink and plump, I wanted to continue kissing her but I could see a little resistance inside of her.

She was mine but I was a man of great pride and women came to me on their own accord, not the other way round but this little imp here was making me go against everything I had decided on.

I was breathing heavily as I stared at her. “Who are you?” I whispered, my head pounding as I tried to connect the lines between her and the stripper.

“No… Nobody…” she whispered and I growled.

I was vibrating as I struggled to control my anger, seeing her all small with glistening lips only brought wild imaginations to my head.

“N… Are you a stripper?” I demanded and her eyes widened with shock. She froze for a moment and I waited patiently for an answer, trying very hard to understand if she was the stripper from the club but there was no way she’d have left her pack to mine.

“Leave.” I exhaled deeply as I pushed myself back, driving every thought inside my head away.

She hesitated for a moment but walked away. I watched her, unable to avert my gaze as I tried to suppress the burning fire inside of me.

Dante was clawing at me to do something, not to let her go but I stiffened, waiting patiently for her to enter her room.

Once the door was bolted, I darted into my room, peeling my clothes off immediately as I rushed into the bathroom, desperate for release.

I wrapped my hand around my hard member as more images of her twerking flashed in my head. Subconsciously, my hand began moving back and forth in swift motion as more images continued to appear.