Marked By The Stranger

Chapter Three

Safira

“Get over here.” He commanded.

I didn’t bother standing up, I planted both palms on the floor and crawled over to him, swiveling my hips from side to side so he could see tantalizing curve of my ass that I knew was there. I stopped right between his spread legs, taking a closer look at the massive erection in his pants. I gulped down the hard lump of anticipation and longing that blocked my throat, which seemed to rush down to cause a deep soreness between my legs.

“Oh, little one,” he rumbled, his hand reaching out to dig into my hair, forcing my head back so I had no choice but to stare at those enthralling blue eyes that seemed to draw me in even more. “You… are a fucking… whore.”

I shuddered at the mix of his voice and gaze… a combination of everything I had ever needed—dominance, admiration, longing, the kind of gaze that speaks to the deepest end of my soul, the one that whispers dirty words.

Who the fuck was this man and why was he so… perfect?

“I want you to do the same dance, but against my cock this time,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. He stood up and in one motion, he dropped down his pants. His cock was already pushing violently against the thin fabric of his pants, almost visible, begging to be freed. It was a thick and undeniable silhouette that made my nipple grow rigid against my chest.

He dropped back into the chair, spreading his legs wide, and I got on my feet gently. My heart was thumping in my throat, but my body move with that same shameless confidence from dancing around the pole.

I mounted him, straddling him, my knees hitting the plush leather of the sofa on either side of his thick and muscular thighs. My breath hitched the moment my drenched pussy made contact with the heat of his cock through our clothes.

“Hugh.” He sighed, his face buried between my boobs, the hot breath sending shivers rolling down my spine in wave. “Move that fucking ass.”

My hands settled on his shoulder as I began to move my hips against his hard cock, my body shaking with the pleasure moving through it. Each friction felt like a match being struck against a dry stone, creating a spark that went straight to my head, it felt like my brain was short-circuiting.

His hands dropped down to my waist, digging into my butt cheeks, pulling me flush against his length. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his cock pulsed and moved, hitting the center of my pussy every moment.

I rolled my hips in a slow circle that was agonizing for both me and him, grinding the center of my pussy that had been aching for any sort of friction against the hard length of him. Every time I pressed down, the friction sent tiny bursts of delight straight to my brain. It was an overload of pleasure—the scent of his spicy oud, the feeling of his rough hand on my skin, and the overwhelming size of him beneath me.

“Fuck, yes… you’re so fucking wet, I can feel it on my cock,” he breathed against my chest, “Push your ass back against me, I want to feel every bit of you.”

I complied, moving my ass against him in a faster pace now, my fingers digging into his shoulder as I felt myself inching towards the edge for the first time in months. My entire body felt like it was being moved over a fiery furnace. Hell, I was dripping so much I could feel it trickling down my thigh.

“Hmm.” I moaned, unable to hold it back.

“Fuck!” He cussed, his head falling back against the sofa as his grip on my ass tightened until it was almost hurting. “You’re so perfect!” He groaned as he began to thrust his hips upward to meet every move I made with twice the force.

Heck, I wanted to tear out every piece of clothing off our bodies and take him inside of me. I needed him to fuck me, to show me what it feels to have this thick length of him inside of me.

“Grind for me. I want to feel every bit of that little needy pussy through these clothes.”

I obeyed, my movements becoming faster, more desperate. I was losing myself in the friction, my head rolling back as the internal coil tightened to a maddening point. It was a torment, a delightful torture—the wet sound of our bodies colliding, the throaty breath we could barely manage and the possessiveness of his hands on my ass.

I felt that old but familiar, white hot-strain blooming inside of me. Damn it, I was going to cum. I was going to fucking cum from just grinding against this man while I had been denied of this for months even with Silas being inside of me.

I planted my hands on his chest, aiding my movement, the friction getting hotter. My pussy clenched, pulsing in time with the throb of his cock and it felt like I was on the verge of total, soul-shattering collapse.

“I’m… I’m going to cum.” My words broke, my body quivering. “I’m cumming.” I cried out, my voice straining.

He didn’t say a word, he just gripped my waist and turned in a calculated motion that my back was now against the couch, he set my legs apart and settled between them.

Before I could say a word, he pushed the soaked lace aside and buried his head between my legs, the heat of his mouth sending jolts of electricity shooting through me.

“Yesss!” I cried out.

This was it.

This was how it felt to have someone go down on you, to feel the cold press of one’s tongue and lips against you. I had only heard about it, never had it happened to me. Silas had called it disgusting.

He flicked his tongue against me and I twisted on the chair. He pinned down my thighs, keeping me in place as his tongue began to move in and out of my pussy, hitting every sensual nerve.

I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth involuntarily, craving more and more of him. He sucked in my pussy lips, his tongue curling into me and I thrashed back on the table, my legs shaking violently, loud screams of ecstasy escaping my lips.

“You… taste so fucking good.” He groaned against me, the vibration of his voice sending prickles of pleasure through my body. Goosebumps jumped off my skin like hot sparks.

“Yes… yes, please. Ah!” I whimpered as his lips closed around my swollen clit, sucking the sensitive bud with a heat that made my hips buck against his face. My fingers dug into his hair, pressing his head against me.

My body shook uncontrollably, more wetness dripping down my thigh and he took everything in, spreading me wide at his mercy. I loved every bit of it.

He continued his relentless assault, every flick of his tongue made my arousal muscles pulse and contract, a heavy, rhythmic throb that was quickly spiraling out of control.

His tongue began to flick faster, delving deeper, thrusting harder, creating a vacuum that centered entirely on my clit. I was vibrating, tossing, screaming, writing, even crying as the pressure built into a mountain of tension.

His hands slid under my hips, down to my ass, pulling me impossibly closer to his mouth, the pressure driving me out of my senses. I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t think about anything other than the beautiful, overwhelming pleasure rippling through me.

I had never felt anything like that in my entire existence and it felt so… perfect, I never want him to stop.

He used his thumb to pin my clit, circling it with a crushing pressure while his tongue continued to thrust into me. My legs continue to shake, my breath coming in quick, hot gasps as I moved to the very edge of release.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed out.

“Give it to me.” He purred against me. “I want to taste every bit of you.”

At that moment, I exploded.

A white, hot fluid shattered through me, so intense my back arched off the chair, my throat raw from the scream I couldn't hold back. My internal muscles clamped around nothing, pulsing in violent, rhythmic waves as my juices flooded his mouth.

I was shaking, my entire body convulsing as he stayed right there between my legs, drinking in every drop of my cum, refusing to let me go until the very last tremor had passed.

I fell back into the chair, gasping for air, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was spent, ruined, and for the first time in my life, completely and utterly satisfied.

Then, I felt him towering me, his body swallowing my trembling form. I had expected him to pull away, to regain his breath before we continued, but he leaned in, moving for the crook of my neck and I instinctively tilted my head to the side, my body reacting to him with a pull I couldn’t define.

His nose grazed over my skin as he took a deep, rough breath. He began to sniff, like a predator identifying his own. He looked different, his eyes were wide, digging into mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter.

He nibbled closed to the sensitive cord of my neck, his breath hot, sending a fresh wave of wetness dripping down my thighs. When he finally pulled back to look into my eyes, his pupils were so blown out that his blue eyes were almost entirely black.

“Mate.” He whispered.

My heart stopped.

Mate?

A mix of disbelief and a violent burst of excitement swam through my chest.

It was impossible.

I was a wolf-less dud, the girl Silas didn’t want, the one the world had written off. But the way this man was looking me with a hunger that went deeper than anything I had ever seen made my head spin with a terrifying, beautiful confusion.

“I should have recognized you at first glance, mate.” He whispered.

Before I could breathe a word, he cupped my face in his hands and crushed his lips to mine, my body moving off the chair to deepen it immediately.

He moved his tongue against mine with a desperate possession, like he was drinking from a well in the middle of a desert, sending every other sensation in my life to the bottom of the list.

His hands roamed over my body, his palms dragging over my skin, not just memorizing but as if he were trying to brand his touch into my DNA, marking every inch and curve as his.

Then, his head tilted to the side and I saw a flash of his fangs a spilt second before they grazed the skin of my neck. My breath hitched, my heart stopping, I had never seen something like that before—then came the bite.

A sharp sting broke through me, followed instantly by a wave of pleasure, mixing closely together through my system. I arched off the chair, my fingers digging into his shoulders, a cry trapped in my throat. It was pain, it was ecstatic and a claiming I wasn’t prepared for.

“Mate.” He growled, sniffing through my skin again. “You are mine, little one.”

Then, the world began to tilt, my eyes fluttering close, my strength failing me. I fell back into the cushions, the last thing I felt being the pulsing heat of his mark on my neck and the heavy weight of the man who had just claimed my soul.

A man I didn’t know and maybe a man I’ll never know.