The Dining Table

The words filled me with a warmth I didn't want to feel, sending butterflies doing cartwheels through my stomach.

"Why?" I found myself asking again.

His finger brushed across my bottom lip.

"Because I already have a beautiful, maddeningly stubborn fiancée, and as much as she drives me insane, I would never betray her like that, never disrespect her." His voice grew raspy. "My loyalty is to her. Always"

Time paused for a moment as I absorbed his words, before kissing him.

I didn't stop to think, I just kissed him.

With him already leaning down, and me rising to my toes, meeting his lips wasn't hard at all.

The moment my lips pressed against his, it felt like a volcanic eruption. Every suppressed feeling, every bit of emotion, poured out all at once… unleashed.

Goosebumps covered my skin at the overwhelming, almost euphoric sensation coursing through my body, lightening the weight in my chest.

The bond between us that was forged the moment he marked me only fed the electricity between us, crackling in the air, making the kiss feel deeper, more intense than anything I had ever known.

Every touch, every sensation was heightened to the point of near delirium. I felt him everywhere. My fingers fisted his shirt, pulling him closer… I needed him closer. I needed him under my skin. Inside my skin.

His masculine scent invaded my senses, drowning me, intoxicating me, messing with my hormones, and I never wanted this moment to end.

I could tell Zephyr felt it too… the bond. It was in the way he groaned when my tongue teased his, in the way his grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The way his tongue speared into my mouth, warm, smooth, and desperate. Like he had been waiting for this just as much as I had.

Another groan from him, another mini shockwave of arousal hitting me, further increasing the wetness between my legs, dampening the silky thong beneath my dress.

Zephyr's large hands scooped my ass, squeezing and I moaned into his mouth.

With a low growl of satisfaction, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me easily, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me.

Still, he never broke the kiss, moving in a direction I didn't care about.

Soon, I felt myself being lowered onto a hard, flat surface. Cracking open an eye, I realized I was on the dining table.

I looked up at him, breathless, staring at him wantonly. He stared back, his green eyes now dark.

"Wildflower."

His voice was rough, seductive, filled with desire as he loosened a few top buttons of his shirt, exposing the hard lines of his neck.

I wanted to squeeze them as I rode him hard and fast.

"I swore I wouldn't touch you until you begged me to," he continued, bracing both hands against the table, trapping me in.

"So that leaves us with just one thing."

Zephyr's gaze dipped to my chest, where my nipples poked against the thin fabric of my evening dress.

"Beg me."

The need to be pleasured was unbearable, like a fire burning deep inside me. I craved release more than anything, craved him, but at the same time, I still had my pride.

"No," I said defiantly, despite the aching wetness between my thighs.

Zephyr's mouth morphed into a smirk. "No?"

I gulped hard as his hand slid up my thigh, the touch throwing me further into the hands of desperation and need. He spread my legs slightly apart, his voice turning even darker. "Did you just say no, Wildflower?"

I didn't respond, afraid my voice would betray me. He'd know I was lying.

Zephyr tilted his head as his fingers drew lazy circles on my thigh. "Guess you don't want to come tonight, then. Such a shame... I was really looking forward to making you fall apart."

He straightened, fingers leaving my thighs, stepping back. "I'd better leave."

Without thinking, I grabbed his arm, sounding panicked. "You can't leave."

"Then beg," he said again.

I lifted my chin, refusing to back down. "A future Luna doesn't beg."

Zephyr laughed softly, shifting closer until I could feel the heat of his body against mine. "A future Luna will do anything her Alpha demands."

Before I could think of countering him, he smashed his mouth to mine. "You're too stubborn," he said against my lips, dragging the bottom one gently between his teeth. "I'm going to drive you insane until you abandon that stupid pride of yours and beg like the little slut you are."

He ripped the straps of my gown, and I gasped at the violent action, even more aroused when my breasts spilled free.

Zephyr cupped both gently, his fingers teasing my areolas. My head lolled back in pleasure at the sensation.

"So… beautiful, Wildflower." He rasped. "You're so beautiful."

His mouth closed around a nipple, and a cry escaped my lips as he sucked, grazed, and teased with his teeth. Soon, he moved to the other, giving it the same attention.

I was already so wet, my juices smeared my thighs, and my core ached.

"Zephyr," I moaned breathlessly.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into my eyes. "Beg me, Wildflower."

His hand had slipped under my dress, fingers hooking onto my thong and sliding it down. I eagerly lifted my hips to help him remove it.

"You're already so wet for me, and I haven't even been inside you yet." He said softly, staring down. Zephyr discarded the thong to the floor, pulling me closer to the edge of the table. I could see his cock straining against his pants, looking so hard I feared it would rip through the material anytime soon, and the thought of it… of his arousal excited me.

He slid a finger into my dripping core, and I bit my lip, whimpering in pleasure.

Zephyr cursed under his breath when I tightened around him. "Oh, Wildflower," he groaned seductively. "You feel so good."

He began to finger-fuck me, slipping in another finger. "Fuck, you're so tight around my fingers."

My core tingled, clenching involuntarily around his fingers at the praise.

I'd lost my virginity three years ago to a neighboring farm boy named Ted, who stole glances at my ass when he thought I wasn't looking.

That day, my parents had gone out for farm supplies, leaving me alone in the house.

I remembered the kiss being sloppy, desperate, and not even the least bit arousing.

I'd just lain there, staring at the wooden beams of the barn ceiling, waiting, just waiting for it to be over.

It was quick. Awkward. Forgettable.

Desperation had driven me to lose my virginity, and I'd made the wrong choice by picking Ted.

It ruined everything for me.

Sex. Intimacy. Pleasure.

The farm boy hadn't known what he was doing, and I hadn't cared enough to guide him. Hell, I'd been pissed about the entire thing. About choosing him to deflower me.

After the terrible first sex experience, I took matters into my own hands. Literally.

I made myself come.

Alone in my room at the farm, under the covers, in the dead of night, while my parents snored, my fingers became my only source of pleasure. No fumbling hands. No sloppy kisses. No disappointment.

Just me, chasing a release I'd never gotten from anyone else.

I had plenty of opportunities since then to have sex with other men, but I rarely took them. Because that first time ruined the idea of everything for me.

Until Zephyr. I knew it would be different with Zephyr.

With the way his fingers worked inside me, it was obvious he knew his way around a woman's body.

Zephyr shifted closer, his face buried in my neck. His fingers moved faster, deftly sliding in and out of my core fluidly.

My moans were breathless, needy.

With Zephyr's tongue now licking my neck as his fingers thrust hard and fast inside me, my orgasm built quickly.

In a few seconds, I was going to…

He withdrew his fingers, and my eyes flew open.

No. Please. Please. Please.

His fingers glistened with my juices, and I watched as he licked every bit off, his gaze locked onto mine.

I shifted restlessly on the table, desperate for release.

"Beg me," he ordered.

I wasn't thinking straight. All I wanted… all I needed was to come. For him. From him. From his hands. My pride didn't matter anymore. Not when he'd made me feel everything I just had.

"Please," I whispered.

Zephyr's green eyes darkened. "Please, what?"

I swallowed. "Please make me come… please"

He remained still for a moment before crashing his lips against mine.

His fingers plunged back inside me, and I moaned happily into his mouth.

After a few thrusts, his thumb found my clit, rubbing in circles, and I gasped as a hot zing of desire shot through me.

"This what you want?" he asked against my lips, quickening the tempo.

Giddy with pleasure, my eyes slid shut, my thighs widening to give him more space.

"Yes…" I squeaked, gasping into his mouth. "Yes."

Two fingers pressed deeper inside me, hitting my G-spot harder, faster.

My arms, supporting me on the table, started to tremble, my thighs shaking.

"Come for me, Wildflower. Come hard for me."

My pussy clenched hard, and I shattered around his fingers, releasing a cry of pleasure. Zephyr clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound.

"That's it, baby girl," he said softly, and I cooed in happiness.

Weak from the intensity of my orgasm, I fell forward into his arms, exhausted.

He caught me tenderly, lifting me from the table.

Sleep pulled me into its tempting depths, and the last thing I remembered before succumbing to it was the warmth of Zephyr's strong arms as he carried me upstairs.