4. Luna Desires (2)

My thighs grew slick, arousal dripping down my inner skin as my pussy throbbed, desperate for more. Garrick's grip on my waist tightened, thumbs digging into my hips, his own breathing ragged against my breast as he lost himself in the act, worshipping me with every pull and bite.

The ache between my legs had become unbearable, my pussy dripping with need, clenching around nothing. I couldn't wait any longer.

My hands slid down from his hair, trailing over his broad shoulders and chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath his shirt. But it was the bulge straining against his pants that drew me, thick and insistent, proof of how much this affected him too.

With a hungry growl low in my throat, I reached for his belt, fingers fumbling only slightly in my eagerness. The leather gave way under my touch, the buckle clinking open.

I yanked the zipper down, shoving the fabric aside, and his cock sprang free, thick, veined, and rock-hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It throbbed in the open air, curving upward toward his abdomen, easily as long as my forearm and girthy enough to stretch me wide.

It seems I'm not the only one turned on, I thought, a wicked thrill racing through me at the sight. Garrick's devotion had cracked, revealing the raw desire he'd buried for so long.

His eyes flicked down to watch, a low rumble vibrating in his chest, but he didn't stop sucking, his mouth still latched onto my breast, tongue flicking the nipple even as his hips twitched involuntarily.

Straddling his lap, I positioned myself over him, facing him directly so I could see every flicker of emotion in those stormy eyes. One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, guiding the blunt head to my entrance.

I sank down slowly, inch by inch, my slick walls parting around his girth. The stretch burned in the best way, filling me completely, his cock pressing against every sensitive spot inside me.

A deep grunt escaped Garrick's lips when I bottomed out, his full length buried to the hilt inside my pussy. His hands froze on my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, his body tensing beneath me as if fighting for control.

I placed my hand over his neck, fingers curling around the strong column of his throat, not squeezing but holding him in place, asserting my command even as I impaled myself on him. Our eyes locked, his gaze burning with a mix of submission and feral want.

Starting slow, I lifted my hips, then dropped back down, letting his cock slide out almost to the tip before taking him deep again. Each movement molded him perfectly to my inner walls, the friction building heat that coiled tight in my belly.

My pussy gripped him like a vice, juices coating his length, easing the way as I picked up the pace.

Soon, the slow grind turned into a full fuck, my hips slamming down harder, riding him with abandon. The chair creaked under us, but it held, rocking slightly with the force of my bounces.

Garrick's hands migrated to my ass, palms cupping the firm cheeks and squeezing hard, fingers kneading the flesh as he pulled me down onto his cock with each thrust. The pressure of his grip sent sparks up my spine, his nails biting into my skin just enough to mark.

I moaned loudly, head falling back as pleasure built, my breasts bouncing with every hop. His cock hit that deep spot inside me over and over, driving me toward the edge.

Garrick's grunts grew rougher, his hips bucking up to meet mine, fucking into me from below even as I set the rhythm. Sweat slicked our skin where we connected, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him filling the room, mingling with our heavy breaths.

His mouth sought my neck, lips brushing the pulse there before his teeth grazed my skin not breaking it, but promising the bite if I allowed it. I tightened my hold on his throat, urging him on, lost in the forbidden heat of claiming my protector in the heart of my mate's den.

His teeth finally sank in lightly, a sharp nip that sent a jolt of pleasure-pain racing through me, marking my skin without drawing blood. Garrick's breath was hot against my throat as he released the bite, his lips trailing upward in a slow, deliberate path, over my jaw, along the curve of my cheek until they captured mine in a fierce, devouring kiss.

Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling in a messy, desperate rhythm that matched the slap of my hips against his. I rode him harder, grinding down with every plunge, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft as the kiss deepened, stealing my air and heightening the fire in my veins.

His free hand roamed up my side, calluses scraping my skin, before cupping one of my breasts, his palm rough and demanding as he squeezed the soft mound, thumb flicking over the hardened nipple.

The pinch of his fingers on that sensitive peak pushed me closer to the brink, my body trembling with the overload of sensations, his cock stretching me wide, the ache from his grip on my ass, the possessive pull of his mouth on mine.

I broke the kiss with a gasp, my pace turning frantic, hips pistoning as I chased the release building like a storm inside me.

It hit me all at once, a shattering wave that ripped a cry from my throat. My inner walls spasmed around him, milking his length in rhythmic pulses as ecstasy flooded my core, radiating out to my limbs. I shuddered atop him, nails digging into his shoulders, lost in the bliss of it all.

Garrick sensed it immediately, his body responding with a growl that vibrated through his chest. One hand shifted to my ass, fingers splaying wide to lift me just enough to change the angle. Then he took over, thrusting up into me with powerful snaps of his hips, his cock driving deep and relentless through my climax.

The new friction prolonged my orgasm, drawing out every quiver, until he buried himself to the root one final time.

With a guttural roar muffled against my shoulder, he came, his shaft pulsing as hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, filling me to overflowing. We stilled together, breaths ragged, his seed leaking out around where we joined, warm and sticky on my thighs.

I pulled back slightly, a satisfied smile curving my lips as I looked down at him, his eyes hazy with spent desire. No regrets lingered in that moment, only the quiet thrill of having taken what I needed, right here in the shadows of my mate's domain. As the aftershocks faded, I eased off him, our bodies parting with a wet sound, and collapsed beside him on the bed, content.