Get me to my room!I demand, trying to suppress the shudder running through my body. Silently, Fabian complies as the twoof us slip behind a pillar in the ballroom where a service door sits. We sneak out of the ball, and I pray that no one has noticed my indiscretion.
Each step becomes hard to take, the rut causing the muscles in my body to strain. Every fiber of my being is demanding that I fuck the nearest she-wolf, but I fight it. My mate is in this pack. She needs to be the one who takes my first time.
Elevator or stairs?Fabian asks, leading me down the hall.
Elevator. It’s closer to my room.I answer, the blood in my body pulsating and making me growl with lust. I can feel my fangs grow, the aching need to bite down and mark someone as mine clouds my judgment. Thankfully, we do not pass any she-wolves as Fabian and I make it to the elevator. Luck is on our side as the doors slide open the moment Fabian presses the call button. He quickly helps me inside, and as I lean against the cold metal walls, Fabian presses the button for my floor.
“Shit,” Fabian curses as the elevator ascends.
“What?” I ask, my voice deep and husky with the uncontrollable lust coursing through me.
“I forgot to check if Hannah was still cleaning your room,” he answers, his eyes glazing over.
The doors to the elevator open, and just as I’m about to get Fabian’s attention, the scent of vanilla custard rushes into the small space.
7
Julian
My mind becomes hazy with the fresh scent of my mate, and with the rut urging me on, I take off from the elevator, hunting down the woman who has eluded me all day.
In seconds, I reach my bedroom, slamming the door open. Before the she-wolf inside can protest, I scoop her into my arms, my lips crashing onto hers. She doesn’t fight me; instead, she drops the pillow in her arms, allowing me to pull her flush against my eager body. She gasps, the small action causing her lips to part, and I take that moment to thrust my tongue inside, tasting her. Her tongue caresses mine, her hands moving to grip my biceps. I can’t help but growl in satisfaction, feeling how submissive and pliable she is in my arms.
I hear my door close, sensing Fabian just outside guarding it. Knowing my mate and I will be alone, I push forward, leading her to my bed. She doesn’t resist; instead, she falls back ontothe king-size mattress, with me landing on top of her. She tries to pull away from the kiss, but I hold her firm as my lips devour hers. Goddess, I could lose myself in this vanilla custard flavor.
Her fingers find their way to my hair, where they fist a handful of my strands. Without warning, she tugs hard, managing to pull my face away from hers for a brief moment, allowing her to take a deep breath. Not wanting to give up tasting her sweet flesh, I relentlessly kiss her lips and move lower, kissing, licking, and nipping at her jawline, her neck, and just above her breasts.
Her clothes are in my way, and my nails become claws. I am quick to shred her clothes from her body, my mate letting out a soft gasp. My cock twitches in my pants, begging to be free from its restraints, and I comply, using one hand to hold myself above her while I take a perked nipple in my mouth. With my free hand, I claw my pants open. Once my cock is freed from its constraints, I focus on suckling and toying with her nipple, my mate moaning in pleasure and arching her back, forcing her breast against my face.
“P-please,” she moans, her voice filled with lust. “I… I want m-more.”
Growling in approval at her pleading, I release her pert nipple to abuse the other with my mouth, rolling it between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Her cries of pleasure are music to my ears, and the scent of lust is the only thing I can focus on. Not satisfied with the taste of her skin, I begin to kiss and lick my way down her taut stomach, spreading her legs apart and finally finding what I am looking for.
My tongue flicks along the seams of her pussy, lapping at the sweet juices oozing out of her. This, too, tastes like vanillacustard. Fueled by my lust-filled rut, I lap at her cunt like a starving man. She writhes underneath me, and I find myself having to hold her hips down as she moans and begs for more. My tongue flicks along her clit, and this seems to be her undoing as her body stiffens and her walls begin to convulse around my tongue. I continue to devour her cum as she orgasms, her screams the perfect music to my meal.
Not wasting a drop of her cum, I drink it up, my cock twitching with the need to be buried inside her. Now that her pussy is ready for my cock and, consequently, the knot that will keep my seed inside her, I pull away from my mate long enough to rip off my clothes before climbing onto the bed and between her legs. My vision is blurry, the rut making it hard for me to focus on anything but the need to breed, but it seems my little mate is compliant as she spreads her legs wider.
I guide my throbbing cock to her cunt, feeling how slick and wet she still is even though I lapped up all the cum from earlier. With a quick thrust, I force my cock deep inside her, feeling her stiffen and whimper with pain. I relish knowing that my mate is a virgin, just like me, and that her perfect body has not been tainted by anyone else.
“I-it hurts,” she says.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against me. I can feel her face in the crook of my neck as I stay still, fighting the urge to fuck the she-wolf in my arms senseless. Slowly, she relaxes in my embrace, and I take this as a cue to continue.
I start slowly, thrusting in and out of her at a snail’s pace, nearly driving me to the brink of madness. Finally, she moans, her body relaxing, and without a second thought, I go faster. Snarling withpleasure, I slam into the woman below me, the slow rhythm transforming into a frantic fuck as I take what is rightfully mine. She gasps and whimpers, the sounds of “please” and “more” escaping her lips as a plea.
Her body submits to me, her legs wrapped around my waist as my cock abuses her soft cunt. She orgasms, her cries so sweet that I fuck her harder, faster, forcing her to take every inch of me while her walls tighten around my cock. Her body goes limp, but I can tell from her soft moans and whimpers that she is still awake, still eagerly accepting every inch of me during my rut. There is no softness now, just the animalistic instincts urging me to fuck and fuck hard, and I comply, finally free from the pain that comes from not fucking during my rut.
The fire inside my blood urges me to consume the she-wolf below me, to release the seed in my heavy balls that slap against her flesh with each deep, rough thrust. I can feel my release coming soon. I feel the knot begin to grow. And as my mate reaches another orgasm, I thrust one last time inside her, releasing thick ropes of my cum into her body. I grind against her as she rides out her pleasure, the knot forming at the base of my cock buried deep inside her, plugging her small cunt and preventing any of my seed from escaping. This is the first time since I started my rut that I feel satisfied. Still buried inside the small woman beneath me, I flip us around so that she lies on top of my body, her legs tucked on either side of me while her unconscious form accepts the ropes of seed still pulsating from my cock into her body.
The room is silent, filled with the scent of raw sex and vanilla custard that can only come from my mate. Happy to finally find my other half, I smile and close my eyes as sleep takes over. Theroyal pack has finally found its luna queen, and soon, she will give me an heir.
8
Hannah
The feeling of a tongue lapping at my pussy wakes me from my deep sleep, the slow, deliberate movements making me needy with lust. I groan; the pleasure of someone eating me out makes me spread my legs further for more.
“You’re awake, my mate,” a deep, feral voice says, his hot breath against my flesh making me shiver.
