2. Cum on my cock

Celine

My hands are everywhere, fluttering over his body, trying to feel as much of him as I can. He grabs my arms and pins them above my head, pinning me to the wall and kissing me so thoroughly I’m dizzy. His hands are intentional as they move over my body, running over my breasts, cupping them, smoothing over my ass and pulling me against the massive bulge pushing from his trousers. He does a wicked wicked thing with his tongue that makes my knees go liquid and he catches me, pushing me up the wall as I wrap my legs around him.

His mouth leaves me and his tongue is at my neck, lapping at the spot he will mark me and I throw my head back, seeing stars. The compulsion to mark me right then and there is strong, I can feel his muscles tensing to stop him from doing that.

He pulls back and rips my shirt in two, those intimidating eyes ablaze with desire.

“Beautiful.” He runs a hand over a pebbled tip on my breast and I cry out. “Your nipples are begging to be sucked.”

“Yes.” I cry out.

He pinches one nipple and pleasure explodes behind my eyes. I writhe in his arms, mad with want.

“Please.” I gasp.

He closes his mouth on it with a growl, pulling it into his mouth and letting go.

“Goddess!” I gasp, my nails scoring his back. He does it again and then showers attention on my second breast.

“I can scent your wetness.” He says, voice rough. “It’s the most maddening scent I’ve ever smelled.”

His hand goes down my body and with a flex of his wrists, he rips my panties and plunges a finger into me. I gasp and hold on to his shoulder, my belly tightening as he plunges the finger again.

“Fuck.” His head dips to my neck as he plunges again. “So tight. So wet for me. Little mate, my cock aches for you. I will fuck you so hard, until you come on my cock.”

“Yes.” I moan.

He drops me and shoves me to a table where I go sprawling. He grabs my ankle and pulls me to the edge and he pops the button on his trousers. My first glimpse of his cock makes my pussy clench with need. I’ve never seen a wolf that huge. His cock is thick and long, swollen with need and beaded with precum. I lick my lips, imagining pulling that into my mouth. My hand reaches out to grip him and he catches them, pinning them above my head as he stares at my pussy.

“Goddess. You will be my undoing.” He says and dips down to press his lips into me. I gasp and grip the edges of the table, shutting my eyes and riding the pleasure of his tongue flicking against my clit, tasting my wetness. He growls with hunger at the first taste and his hands pin my hips down as he devours me. My climax hits fiercely, suddenly. I scream and my hips buck off the table as I ride his tongue until I am weak with relish.

He rises and licks his lips.

“That’s one taste I will never get sick of.” He says. His cock is even thicker now, red and swollen and demanding attention. I’m immediately wet, my hunger insatiable. I want that cock inside me.

“Fuck me.” I whisper.

He grips my ankle and drags me to the edge again. The eerie light in his eyes makes me feel like prey, helpless and under his control. I love it.

“ I will.”

He reaches down to pin my hips and he plunges into me, to the hilt. I scream as his huge cock stretches me, hard as iron and unaccommodating. It is the most deliciously exquisite feeling in the world. My hands grip his shoulders and he pulls them in one hand and imprisons them above my head, lips descending to claim mine as his hips buck into me.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he pulls back and forces his cock into me again, his lips catching my moans. His hands hold me captive as his hips pivot into me, rocking my entire body and the table beneath us. I yank my hands from his and score his back with my nails and he fucks me harder.

“Fuck.” My belly starts tightening, the tingling starting from my stomach.

“Come for me.” He growls, the tempo of his thrusts increasing.

“Oh my goddess.”

Waves and waves of ecstasy cascade down my body, preparing me for the mother of climaxes. Animalistic groans accompany the steady pounding of the table against the wall and my legs tighten on his waist as I reach for that climax. When it hits me, I scream and sink my teeth into his shoulder, holding on tight as his thrusts become erratic, urgent as he cums with a mighty roar and pumps his seed into me.

I collapse when we are done, breathing hard.

I’m ruined. There is nothing in the world that can come close to that ever in my life. It feels like all the men that came before him were bumbling boys. I rise with a grin, shocking myself when my pussy tightens with longing for his still rock-hard dick. I feel insatiable... but he is pulling on his jeans.

“Where are you going? We are not done.”

Then I feel it acutely, the marked absence of his mark on me. I touch my neck, where his mark should be and where there is smooth unbroken skin. He watches with a carefully neutral face.

“You did not claim me.” I say, letting out a shaky smile. “Why did you hold yourself back?”

My stomach turns with apprehension. There is a new distance between us that was not there a moment ago.

“I don’t intend to claim you.”

My world stops with that statement and the horrible feeling blooms fully in my belly.

“What do you mean you don’t intend to?” I get up, self conscious as I pull my gown down and hold the torn pieces together. “I am your mate.”

“We should never meet again.” He says and turns away from me.

“Wait!” In a panic, I run and insert myself by the door.

He glowers down at me, suddenly looking much more terrifying than he earlier did. My mouth dries and I swallow hard, my heart jack-hammering with fear.

“Get out of my way, female.”

The urge to do as he says is overwhelming and my feet twitch to obey. I find my tattered dregs of courage and hold my ground.

“Why not?” I ask him. “Why won’t you claim me as your mate? Am I not to your liking? Do you not find me attractive? You would be a blind horse not to. You just fucked me, so why the hell will you not claim me?”

My bravado is mostly from the comforting thought that he cannot kill me. The thought is not so comforting when being in his presence is reminding me of a thousand ways one can be tortured.

All my life everyone has looked forward to finding their mates. Mates do not waste time in staking their claim to each other so why is this different? Can he sense that I come with a lot of baggage?

“Because I have no use for a mate. I have a Luna.”

My jaw drops to the ground and stays there.

“What??!!!” I screech.

I take an automatic step forward, my hands rising. My basic instincts tell me to stake my claim on him and destroy any female threats. The withering stare he gives my hand brings me back to my senses. I feel like ice has been dumped on me.

“That can’t be true.” I say but he does not really look like he’s joking. “Right?”

“I told you female, I don’t like repeating myself. “What the... I can’t believe my ears. Did you not remember you had a Luna when you were fucking my brains out?”

He takes a step forward and I’m so furious I glare right back at him. His hand comes up to trace my face and damn me, my heart quickens. With all my willpower, I step back from his touch,

“Now you know the type of asshole I truly am. You would do well to stay away from me Celine.”

“Don’t you dare say my name.”

“Celine. Let’s never meet again.” He says and with one swipe, moves me out of his way.

“Wait!” I grab his arm, hating myself for being weak, for needing him this much. I can’t let him go. “Surely you... I mean you took your Luna before you met me. But I’m here now, make me your Luna then. I’m sure she would understand.”

He removes my hand from his arm and I catch my lips to stifle my sob. Without another word, he opens the door and leaves and I collapse to the floor. He left. He chose her.

How is it possible for somebody I just met to shatter my heart to pieces this way?

Within me, my wolf howls in sorrow, her heart shattering at the rejection of our mate. The pain is unbearable. I press my fist to my mouth to stifle my sobs. I marked him, and he abandoned me, condemning me to a life of anguish. I don’t even know his name.

It is not until long after, when my cries are exhausted that I finally realise, the Others did not come tonight.