Full moan-2

He gripped my waist and spun me around so I was facing him, my back now pressed against the rough tree. He hooked his large hands under my thighs and hoisted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I whimpered, feeling the cool night air hit my core, but my breath hitched when I saw what he was looking at.

White, thick cream was slowly dripping down from my opening, trailing over my inner thighs.

"What a perfect art," he rasped, his eyes dark with a fresh wave of hunger. He didn't look at my face; he was mesmerized by the sight of his own mark on me, the evidence of my total surrender shining in the silver moonlight.

"Alpha... please," I breathed, my hands clutching his massive shoulders for support. My body was still trembling from the first release, but seeing him look at me with such primal pride made my own heat flare up all over again.

"You're not going anywhere, Willow," he growled, his gaze finally snapping up to meet mine. "The moon is still high, and I've barely started marking what's mine."

I wasn’t even begging to go home, I was pleading for him to just fuck me hard.

He adjusted his grip, the head of his cock already probing at my entrance again, wet with the mixture of my slickness and his spent seed. With a sharp groan, he hiked my hips higher and drove back in, the sensation of him sliding through his own warmth making me cry out as he filled me to the brim once more.

He didn't slam into me this time. Instead, he began a slow, agonizingly deep grind, rotating his hips so that every inch of his thickness rubbed against my sensitive walls. I let out a low, broken moan, my head falling back against the bark as he set a pace that was designed to torture.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Feel how much space I’m taking up inside you?"

"Yes," I gasped, my fingers curling into his shoulders. It was a different kind of intensity, not the frantic heat of before, but a heavy, pulsating ache that made every nerve ending in my body scream.

He kept the rhythm steady, pulling back until he was almost out, letting the air hit me for just a second before sliding back in with a slow, deliberate force. Each thrust felt like it was reaching higher, claiming more of me. I could feel his heartbeat thudding against my chest, a wild, syncopated rhythm that matched the primal energy of the forest around us.

"You’re so responsive, Willow," he rasped, his hand sliding down to grip my ass, squeezing the flesh as he continued to drive into me. "Every time I move, you pulse around me. You were made for this. Made for me."

I couldn't find the words to answer. I was lost in the sensation, my body humming like a live wire. The more he took his time, the more the tension built, coiling tightly in my gut. I wanted him to go faster, to break the steady torment, but he seemed intent on savoring every twitch of my muscles.

He shifted his grip, one hand moving to the back of my neck to hold me still while the other stayed locked on my hip, anchoring me to him. The friction of his skin against mine, the scent of the pine needles mixed with the heavy musk of his arousal, and the slow, relentless slide of him filling me over and over, it was stripping away everything I was, leaving only the wolf.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in as he continued to claim me, the full moon above us witnessing a slow, deliberate possession that felt like it could last forever.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck, not biting yet, just letting me feel the threat of his sharp canines. The slow, rhythmic sliding of him inside me was starting to drive me insane. I wanted that frantic, bone-jarring speed back, but he was holding us both at the edge, forcing me to feel every ridge and every pulse of his cock.

"Alpha, please... more," I whimpered, my legs tightening around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, trying to make him snap.

"More what, Willow?" he growled, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. He stopped moving entirely, staying buried to the hilt, his thickness stretching me until I felt like I might pop.

"More... everything. Faster," I begged, my hips stuttering against him.

He let out a low, dark chuckle, a sound of pure dominance. "I told you, I’m going to savor this. You’re the first thing that’s tasted this good in a long, long time."

He began to move again, but instead of speeding up, he started to withdraw so slowly it felt like a caress, only to thrust back in with a heavy, wet thud. The sound of our bodies meeting, slapping together with the slickness of his cum acting as a lubricant, echoed through the trees.

He reached down between us, his thumb finding the small, swollen bundle of nerves that was already screaming for relief. He began to rub it in a circular motion, timed perfectly with the slow grind of his hips.

The combination was lethal. My vision started to swim, and I felt my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. I was being filled, rubbed, and marked all at once. The world outside this forest didn't exist anymore; there was no mother, no faking sister, no brother in the next room. There was only the Alpha, the moon, and this agonizing, beautiful friction.

"Look at me," he commanded, his hand moving from my neck to my chin, forcing my gaze up to his glowing amber eyes. "I want to see the moment you lose it. I want to see your eyes change when you realize you’re never going back to that house as the same girl."

The moment his eyes locked onto mine, he flipped a switch. The slow, torturous grind vanished, replaced by a sudden, violent burst of speed. He slammed into me with a force that knocked the air from my lungs, his hips hitting mine with a rhythmic, bruising power.

"Yes! Like that!" I shrieked, my head thumping back against the tree.

He was relentless. Every thrust was a hard, driving blow that reached so deep it felt like he was trying to leave his mark on my very soul. The sound of our bodies colliding became a frantic, wet slapping that drowned out the rustling leaves and the distant howls of the pack. He wasn't just fucking me anymore; he was conquering me, his large hands digging into my thighs to hold me steady as he hammered away.

The friction was a wildfire, spreading from my core to my fingertips. My legs shook where they were locked around his waist, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching in a desperate attempt to keep pace with his savage rhythm.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he growled, his voice a guttural snarl as he buried his face in my hair, breathing in the scent of my arousal. "You like being claimed by your Alpha."

He didn't wait for an answer. He increased the speed even more, his body a blur of muscle and heat. I was losing my mind, my vision fracturing into white light with every heavy thud of his hips. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, but he didn't let up for a second. He kept going, fast and hard, driving me deeper into a primal haze where nothing mattered but the feeling of him breaking me open under the silver light of the moon.

I could feel it, the familiar, electric tension tightening in my stomach, the way my breath began to hitch in short, panicked gasps. My climax was right there, hovering just a second away, but he wasn't joining me in the release. Not yet.

He felt my muscles begin to seize around him, the desperate, rhythmic pulsing of my heat trying to draw him over the edge, but he only growled and gripped my hips tighter. Instead of slowing down or letting me finish, he doubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming even more punishing.

"Not yet, Willow," he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that hadn't been satisfied. "You’re going to take every bit of this."

He hammered into me, his cock hitting my cervix with a relentless, heavy thud. Every time I thought I was about to shatter, he shifted his angle, driving in harder and faster, pushing me past the point of no return. I was hovering on the brink, my body vibrating with a need so intense it was almost painful, but he kept me there, suspended in that white-hot peak.

The sound of his hips slapping against mine was the only thing I could hear over the roaring in my ears. He was a machine, his stamina fueled by the full moon and the raw power of his Alpha blood. He kept going, fast and feral, his sweat dripping onto my chest as he used my body to satisfy a rut that seemed bottomless. I was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, caught in a storm of friction and power that refused to let me fall.

"Ahh... ahh, fuck... so sweet and tight," he groaned, his voice breaking into a ragged, guttural sound as he continued his relentless assault.

The words were like fuel to the fire. Hearing him praise how I felt around him made my walls clench even harder, but he didn't falter. He just used that extra friction to drive himself in deeper, his hips snapping forward with a primal, bone-jarring force.

"You're making me crazy, Willow," he rasped, his eyes flashing with that dangerous amber light. "I can feel you pulsing, trying to suck me dry."

He didn't slow down to let me catch my breath. He kept the speed at a fever pitch, hitting that one spot deep inside me over and over again until my screams turned into breathless whimpers. The heat between us was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of pine and our combined musk.

He was like a man possessed, his muscles rippling under his skin as he hammered away, determined to stretch me further, to claim every hidden part of me. Every time I thought I couldn't take another thrust, he found a way to go harder, his massive cock buried to the hilt while he whispered those filthy, praise-filled words into my ear.

"So tight... stay just like that for me," he commanded, his hands bruising my hips as he kept the brutal, beautiful rhythm going, refusing to let the moment end.

The world was spinning, a blur of silver moonlight and dark shadows, as the Alpha’s pace became truly animalistic. He was no longer just a man; he was the predator, and I was the prey he had finally cornered.

"God, Willow... you’re so fucking wet," he growled, the words coming out in a low, gravelly snarl.

He hiked my legs even higher, pulling my knees toward my chest so that every strike of his hips went as deep as physically possible. I felt him bottoming out with every thrust, a heavy, blunt sensation that made my entire lower body go numb with pleasure. The friction was intense, a searing heat that made the slickness between us sizzle.

"Alpha, please! I'm going to break!" I cried out, my voice cracking.

"Then break," he commanded, his teeth sinking into the sensitive junction where my neck met my shoulder. He didn't break the skin, but the pressure was a claim, a physical brand that matched the way he was marking me from the inside out.

He began to hammer into me with a rhythmic, bruising speed, his breath coming in hot, ragged huffs against my skin. The sound of our bodies meeting was wet and loud, a frantic slapping that echoed through the clearing. He was relentless, ignoring my pleas, driven by a primal instinct that demanded he fill me until there was room for nothing else.

I felt my walls beginning to spasm uncontrollably, the intense friction finally pushing me over the cliff. A long, high-pitched keening sound escaped my throat as my climax ripped through me, wave after wave of white-hot electricity pulsing through my nerves.

Even as I shattered, he didn't stop. He kept going, his thrusts powerful and deep, riding out the tremors of my release as he searched for his own. He was close now, I could feel the way his heart hammered against my ribs, the way his cock twitched and grew even larger inside me, his own release finally clawing its way to the surface.