The man smirked.
His hips immediately snapped forward at the tug, forcing a cry from her lips and a swell of wetness from her waiting folds.
Pearl heard his deep expletive even over the deafening music. He liked it a little rough, enjoyed the way she pulled his hair, had heat rushing through her veins, heat that turned molten when she caught the flash of hunger tightening the fallen angel's features from beyond the dance floor. She saw his lips part on a hiss she swore she could almost hear.The dark urges she kept such a tight leash on, urges that didn't give a fuck about what was wise or safe, urges that desired to lose the power inside her and take what she wanted, rose as if called by these men, swimming to the surface to fill her with a wicked kind of craving.She told herself she was testing them, experimenting to see if they were helpless to her power or if they really were like her, but that was only a partial truth.Giving in, just for a second, Pearl ever so slightly relaxed the metaphorical fist in her chest, allowing the barest wisp of power to leak out, and arched into the familiar stranger harder. Tightening a hand in his hair again, she pulled his mouth against her.He went willingly, bending back over her, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her throat before he rasped seductively low, "You needed me… wanted me…. I can taste it. Should I have you, sweetheart? Should I slip my hand between those thick thighs and stroke your tight folds until you come for me?"The thought of letting a stranger touch her like that in public should've sickened her. Perhaps it was those wicked desires, maybe it was the unthinkable intimacy between them or the intoxicating sense of security he wrapped around her like a blanket.Or maybe she was just hungry and needy.The voice that whispered from her lips barely sounded like her as she groaned, "Yesss. I want you... need you.""As you command, little angel," he muttered, with the same desire.Lips parting on a sharp exhale, Pearl fought to keep her eyes open and on the devilish blonde still watching her from the sidelines as the man behind her slid a big hand over her hip, across her thigh, then between her legs. "Ahhh!" Damn if the man did not hear her moan like she was about to explode.Just that slight amount of force where she throbbed so needily had her crying out softly, the sound drowned out by the din of the pub. The expert way he circled his fingers over her, unerringly finding her swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves beneath the layers of leather and lace, had her knees going weak.He caught her, holding her against him effortlessly, moving her body to the beat. Grinding together, they found a new rhythm, rocking forward and back, their hips in perfect sync as he shoved her against his hand before she pressed back against his cock, both giving as they took.As if the tempo, that push and pull, was what it had been waiting for, the tiny wisp of magic she'd released curled around him like a long-lost lover.The warm feeling unfolding in her chest, pursuing him out, was new and dazzling, but it didn't shock her after the way she'd reacted to him, thus far.No, what shocked her, what had her pulse hammering, was when her magic touched him, something drifted from him to touch her in return.Those tendrils of earth magic twined together, touching and taunting in an electrifying dance that amazed her. The caress of his lycan power against her own was unlike anything she'd ever felt, yet, it was everything she'd spent years waiting for. The pain of all those years spent alone, of all the time she'd searched for someone like her, broke apart as hope bloomed in her chest.Heart in her throat, thighs slick with want, she moved with him, intoxicated with the feeling of his large body against her and the drugging power playing and mingling with hers. His hand never stopped, never slowed, and her pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.She could barely focus past the heady bliss consuming her, but her gaze never strayed from the two men on the edge of the dance floor intently watching her fall apart one stroke at a time.Her golden bad-lycan flicked his tongue across his bottom lip in a slow, savory caress, as though he could taste her essence in the air. Amber's eyes glittering, he captured his bottom lip between his teeth in a move that was full of pure, devious intent.Behind him, the dark beast took a single step closer, his aura a menacing dare for any others in the club to glance her way. Even in the darkness, it would have been impossible for a spectator not to notice the sex in her eyes and the flush staining her cheeks, but he claimed that vision for himself and his friend, both devouring the sight of her writhing with the mysterious man at her back.The beautiful stranger behind her teased her mercilessly, alternating between whisper light touches and a steadier pressure that drove her wild. Each brush of his strong fingers brought her closer to the edge until she was panting for it. Each gasp, each mewl she made was met with a compliant hum as the heat building low in her belly heightened."That's it, sweetheart," he practically purred. "Let me give you what you need. Come for me. Come for us. We want you."
The profound, sensual rhythm of his phrases thundered through her, firing straight to her core, adding to the unrelenting beat of his hand. His fingers worked magic over her needy flesh, and she ached for the feel of his skin on hers.
What would it feel like to have his fingers buried inside me?Pearl ground her haven into his hand before rocking back into the thick length branding her lower back.Or something much, much bigger?Just the image of being bare before him, rocking against him in a completely different way had her pussy fluttering, intensifying the ache inside of her.
As though he could sense she was right on the edge, he cupped her in his big hand, grinding the heel of his palm over her clit in tight, quick circles as he curled his fingertips directly over her opening.
Cursing the barrier of her clothes, she arched into his hand. The leather strained against his seeking fingers when he pressed against her, so hard it almost felt like he was inside of her.It was too much, the sensation overwhelming."That's it, my angel, let go. I've got you. Let go of everything…follow my magic…"Between one breath and the next, pleasure crashed over her in hard, shattering waves. Fingers curling into claws on his forearms, she threw her head back and let it drown her.He held her tightly against him, his hold gentle but unwavering, as she trembled with release, his other hand covering her mouth to muffle the cries she made no effort to silence.The waves were neverending, and his hand never stilled. Even as he tensed behind her, even as he curled his big body around her with a groan, he never slowed."Ah, fuck… I'm going to… "Through the pleasure engulfing her, she felt his big body jerk, felt the hard bar of his shaft pulse through the layers separating them and
Finn, the most feared lycan warrior in the south, watched the beautiful alchemist slipping through the crowd like water while he absently waved a hand to disperse proof of his release. Her actions were lithe and elegant as if this weren't her first time having to flee. Pearl. That was her name, and Finn thought it was gorgeous and she deserved such a name. However, there was something strange about his little beauty, something undeniably mysterious but equally alluring. Finn hadn't realized his companions had already spotted her before he approached, but once he'd seen her, he couldn't have turned away, and they were just as spellbound. Even though the patrons were packed tightly together on the dance floor, he'd noticed her pale blonde hair. Pure and brilliant, it was as lightly colored as a pearl from the shores of the Fire Kingdom, a color no ordinary creature could attain naturally. Then, the bodies parted for just a moment, and he saw her. Once Finn laid eyes on her ealier, h
Finn's desire had only grown when their powers tangled together earlier, mingling and dancing. When she let him slide his fingers between her shapely thighs, he was hooked. Her confidence, as well as the small gasps and mewls, had turned him molten, making him burn for her as brightly as a pyre in the dead of night. The sweet scent of her—a tantalizing mix of moonlit lilies, springtime thunderstorms, and vanilla—saturated the air with her release, wrapping around him, pulling at his cock, and sending him careening over the damn cliff of release right alongside her. Fuck. A shiver raced through him just thinking of the moment they'd shared. Who was she? What was she doing here? And how had they never crossed paths before now? All he knew was he wanted time to learn the answers to those questions, and if Ethan had his way, the woman would've already been in the King's clutches. The thought was enough to make Finn's growl, the low, protective sound buried under the noise of the club
Strolling to his Ducati, Vergel got on and started it up, then drove into traffic. He didn't wait for a gap, barely missing being run over, ignoring the blaring horns as he turned left. Putting in his earbuds one-handed, he cranked up the music and sang along to the song as he let his mind wander back to her. Always back to her. The hunch he'd had weeks ago now—of glass-green eyes, of power like gilded shadows washing over him, through him—filled his mind. Aside from his brother Ethan and best friend, Finn, Vergel had never cared about anyone and had never felt protective of anyone. But, he felt protective of the little alchemist and had from his first, tiny vision. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe and help her. He may not understand why, yet, but she was important to him—to all of them. That he'd had to tell a little white lie tonight to get his brother and his friend to the club, luring them there under the pretense of capturing the little beauty, barely bothered him. It h
Eastern Mountain.Arriving at her little cabin, Pearl shivered at the memory of the pub as she paced in her living room and kept her eyes on the luminous boxes. Pearl could start over with three magical boxes that trapped three powerful warrior werewolves. Maybe these treasures could help her open a portal to the mortal realm. No longer would she be a drifter, running from her past, running from her father, the king. A smile pulled at her lips, and she had already made up her mind. She was going to find the owner of that soul and make them her slave to do her bidding. Maybe they could help her look for the magic that was missing for her to be able to open a portal. Without another thought, Pearl tossed the onyx boxes into her locker. Alchemists no longer have the darling little reputation that the generations before them had. No, they were feared. Her mother hid her ability away to protect her. Even the king didn't know that she could absorb power from someone else or that she coul
"My name is Pearl," she introduced herself, her tone tinged with affection. She expected less, but this werewolf was magical and powerful. It didn’t acknowledge her at all as it continued to devour its dinner. "Time for your pals."With care, she cradled the red box in her palms. The heat of the flames nipped at her skin as I pushed it into the hot embers.The second one came out just like the first. From a magical mist to a solid wolf form,It climbed out with more strength than the other wolf. Scarlet fur captured the light of the fire in gleaming magnificence. It was just as deadly and beautiful as the other one, ethereal and massive. It growled and seemed to wink at her, but it was not nearly as trusting. Peal couldn't even get close enough to offer the beast a strip of meat without the beast snapping its traitorous snout at her. She tossed the food to the floor, and its paw pulled the meat closer. Low growls emit from its throat with every move she makes. She smiled. "Aren’t you
Dark took a tentative step closer and growled. He was not the favorite of the three, but he was not the worst either. Pearl scale of magical creatures, he lingered around with affectionate pets and annoying assholes most days. Her hands rose to slip the chain around him, and just when she thought he was going to make her life easy, Dark showed her what a true pain in her ass he really was.The massive, dark, and beautiful wolf leaps from the bed. His paws' talons pulled back, sinking into his skin quickly, and only smooth scales met Pearl's shoulders. She hit the floor hard. The boards groan beneath their weight. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, "Dark, you're bloody heavy!" Dark’s body surrounds her, blocking out the morning light and secluding her from the devious wolf."Heck..." she groaned, her fingers slipping through her hair to feel the back of her head. There was no blood, but pure pain was pounding through her skull. "Dark... you giant dog, that hurt so much. Be careful next time, will
Long claws dig into the dry dirt. The three massive mystical wolves meet the astonished gazes of the villagers. Pearl sighed at the beautiful landscape to her right. The river appeared still, yet she flowed under the thinnest of ice, awaiting the gentle touch of the sun. Though the air bore only coldness and the ground was almost frozen once more, they glittered with the gift of each nascent ray. It was something you never really got used to—after all, ordinary werewolves weren't as big as the three, and seeing a rare creature like a warrior wolf was out of the question. Even Pearl was impressed with them when she looked their way. The men and women halt in their tracks, backing up just slightly to make way for the three not-so-ordinary wolves who circle their every step. Rumbling growls tear from the wolves’ throats each time they pass someone. Pearl offered the villagers pleasant smiles. Of course, no one smiled back. No surprise there. They loathed her. They hated her confidence.