Chapter 6

Fuck, yes.

Marcus tangled a hand in her wild mane and tugged, angling her head to take some more of what she was offering.

He had kissed and been kissed countless times over his two hundred years, but he couldn’t recall a single time that had tasted as good as this. The wolf made needy sounds from the back of her throat that had his balls tightening in response. His cock was hard enough to do damage. And her scent... He couldn't think with that intoxicating scent all around him. Add that to the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and the combination was so potent he wasn’t strong enough to walk away. 

The urge to bury his head between her legs was unbearable.

His fangs throbbed at the thought of tasting her. 

He lowered his hands to her ass and gently squeezed the soft curves before holding her tighter against him. The female tightened her legs around him, and the scent between her legs sharpened.

The way she moved, the way she rubbed herself against his painful erection, drew him closer to the edge. His fangs throbbed, desperate to sink into her flesh, to taste that hot blood he could hear rushing through her body as he thrust into her at the same time.

Then she was coming. 

Just like that.

He watched, entranced, as her legs tightened around him again, and she threw her head back. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes closed. Even up close, her unblemished skin still looked unreal. She was truly the most magnificent creature he had ever seen. 

And he ached to claim her.

Somehow, he made it to the narrow bed, ignoring the creaking as he put her down on her back. Finesse flew out of the window along with his thoughts as he used his speed to strip her. It was like being a teenager again, ruled by need and no willpower.

Taste.

That was all he could think of.

Then he wanted to bury himself, balls deep.

When she was sprawled on the bed, her legs spread open, he took a moment to admire her. Curves. Breasts. Hardened nipples. Glistening sweetness. Her body called to him like a siren. 

It was a call he had no hope of ignoring. 

Kneeling on the floor between her thighs, he lowered his head and licked. His eyes fluttered closed, and he groaned as her sweet taste hit the back of his throat. 

Fuck. She was perfect. 

He dove back in, greedily, going deeper, taking everything. Her back arched up off the bed as a loud moan left her lips. 

“Yes...” 

Her voice was throaty and raw. The sound zinged through his body like an electric current.

Her thighs trapped him, but he wouldn't have moved anyway. Her fingernails raked over his head as she grabbed him, pulling him closer, mixing pleasure with pain. Groaning against her, he licked faster, harder, finding all her spots. Her body writhed beneath him. She was so hot and tight around his tongue. 

His cock twitched when she gripped him like that. How would she feel clenching around him?

She tasted like sin and salvation. Like all his favourite meals in one, and just as intoxicating as her scent. Addictive. This had to be a spell. There was no other explanation.

Then she was screaming. Her thighs clenched tighter, her nails clawing into him so deep he could smell his blood. The grip on his tongue was like a vice; he felt every single spasm. 

He nearly lost control, nearly spilt his seed when she’d not touched him yet. 

She was still breathless when he ripped off his clothes and crawled over her body. Skin against skin, already drenched in sweat, it was almost too much. And not nearly enough. 

“I need you,” he growled.

He didn't even recognise his voice. 

His cock throbbed against her wetness, slipping between her slick folds as he hovered. Waiting for her consent for that second felt like a second too long.  

This need was born of something else. If she denied him... He was sure it would destroy him. 

“Yes. Please...”

Thank fuck.

He plunged in. Then froze.

His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the beautiful face. Her eyes were shut tight, her lip caught between her teeth. Her entire body was stiff. 

She was a virgin.

He'd gone balls deep into a virgin. 

Shoved into her like an animal.

“Fuck... I’m so sorry. You should have told me,” he rasped, barely holding back.

“Move,” she whispered.

“I’ve hurt you.” 

He started to pull back, but she flinched. 

How could he have forgotten? He was bigger than most; he always had to prep longer and be gentle. His cock was not meant for breaking virginities.

But she felt so fucking good on him.

Her walls clung to him like a glove. Pulling back just an inch already felt like a death sentence. Her scent. Her heat. The wetness slicking every inch of him. 

But that slight tinge of her blood in the air...

Fuck, he had to pull out. 

Her legs locked behind his back, holding him in place.

“Don't you dare stop now,” she hissed.

She pulled him closer, and just like that, he was buried again. 

“I’ve never...” He'd never been with a virgin.

“I’ve already healed. Move!”

He gave in, maybe a little too quickly. Pulled out a little, pushed back in. Damned if he could stop moving now. She moaned beneath him, and her pleasure shot through him like an echo. 

“I'll be gentle.” 

He'd be fucking gentle even if it killed him. 

Females were not supposed to lose their virginity like this—with strangers in dirty motel rooms. He fought down the urge to continuously ram into her and slowed down. Kept it controlled. 

She mewled. She made the sexiest little sounds. His cock responded by hardening even more, stretching her to her limits.

Fuck. At this rate, he'd rip her apart. 

But she grabbed his ass and used it as leverage, thrusting herself up. Slowly, at first. Then faster. A lot faster than he’d wanted. But the sensual onslaught was too overwhelming; he couldn't help but match her movements, thrusting a little harder, drilling her into the mattress. 

Losing control.

“You feel so good,” she moaned.

His balls tightened. He thrust even harder, his head swimming. What the fuck was going on? The female underneath him was almost losing her mind with the need to come, and... He could feel it. He could feel her like that burning need was his own. Everything jumbled together and amplified, terrifying but exhilarating at the same time.

Then he was lost. 

All that mattered was this feeling. He was caught between prolonging it and reaching the end, but she made the decision for both of them. 

She shattered around his cock, screaming, spasming.

He roared. His seed violently shot out of him as he felt everything. Felt her orgasm as it mixed with his own—two mindblowing orgasms colliding. He was in another world where nothing existed except this. Like he was fucking high without the drugs. 

It was too much and still not enough. He kept coming. Kept pumping into her. Endless, punishing bursts of his cum as her muscles milked him with every pulse, wringing out more pleasure from him. 

He called out, the words unintelligible and primal. 

He wasn’t a vocal lover. Never had been. But this woman had dragged out a feral part of him that he hadn’t known existed. 

It just wouldn’t stop.

Then he lowered his head and bit.

Instincts took over.

Her life force flowed into his mouth, as delicious as he had imagined, wrenched another climax out of him. It was more violent than the first one, fracturing him into pieces. 

With his mind gone, he was only aware that she was falling again. Then her mouth on his shoulder, sucking on his heated skin.

Then she bit. 

She latched on like a vampire lover would, triggering something uncontrollable. It didn’t stop. His head exploded and reformed, only to explode again. He’d never come for so long and so hard in his life. 

When he finally pulled back, he was trembling. Breathless. Raw. Destroyed. 

Was he fucking dying?

He'd fought many wars, but this was more violent than anything he had ever been through. His chest heaved. His heart beat so fast and hard that it sounded like a war drum. Sweat poured off him in buckets. His head swam, his thoughts coming in a scrambled mess. Maybe he was in shock. 

He looked down at the female in his arms, meeting her violet gaze. She looked wrecked. Another time, another place, he would have laughed at the dazed expression on her face, but... what the fuck just happened?