He circled my clit with his slick cockhead and in moments I was utterly lost to him.
“Fuck me, Weston. Please, fuck me hard. Mark me. Make me yours.”
He moved his lips against the shell of my ear, his cock paused at my opening. “You’re alreadymine,” he growled and flipped me over, yanking me back until I was on my hands and knees. “I will brand you with my cock until you are ruined for anyone else.”
He thrust in deep, taking me from behind like he had our first time in the woods: rough and feral and deliciously dominant.
“Yes, Weston, please,yes!”
His pace was hard and fast as he slid into me with wild abandon. His chest touched down over my back, his hips pumping. I felt his lips on my neck, sucking in my skin before his teeth bit down.
Incredible shivers rolled over my flesh, and I groaned with the sensations. It was all so much better than that first time. Weknew each other’s bodies now, what the other liked. He knew what I could take and no longer went easy on me like I realized he had then. I knew how I liked being dominated, his strength pinning me in place as he rammed his cock deep inside. I shoved back into him, desperate for every thrust, my shoulder tingling with the need to feel him bite deeper, to make the mark last longer. Forever.
“More,” I groaned, so wet it dribbled down my thigh, so full of desire, of pleasure, I saw lights dance behind my eyes. “More.”
He complied eagerly, gripping my waist so that he could pummel me, his movements possessive. I was lost to the sensations, the hard swing of his hips, the comforting feel of his skin and proximity, knowing I was safe no matter how hard he took me. And I wanted it hard, bruising. I wanted him to whisk me away from this life and suspend me in pleasure, to reduce my point of focus down until he was all I knew.
He pushed me forward, pulling out and swinging me around. He yanked me closer again and wrapped my legs around his hips while he stayed up on his knees. He held me there while he thrust up into me, his lips crashing down onto mine. I devoured him, savored his taste. My groan expressed the depths of my pleasure and he answered as though starving for the feel of me, needing more, to be closer, to couple harder.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his thumb moving against my clit, his lips pressed against mine. “Perfect. Like you were meant to be fucked by me and me alone.” He held me tightly, fully in control of my body, driving my desire higher. “I’m going to fuck you to the limit.” He rammed his knot into me, the friction so intense, the electricity between us crackling. “I’m going to make you forget everything but this cock rocking hard deep inside that wet little pussy.”
I groaned, my head lolling against his shoulder, my pussy stretched gloriously around him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his power ripping through me. “Tell me how bad you want this. Tell me who you belong to.”
I panted with the rising sensations, utterly lost in the moment. Lost to him.
“Holy fuck,” I cried, hitting a plateau and grinding my teeth as my eyes fluttered, my body needing release. Needing to jump off this incredibly high precipice. “Oh fuck, Weston,fuck?—”
“Who?” he demanded, dominating me with his size, with his body.
I vibrated against him, consumed. Overcome. Fucking demolished.
“You, Weston!” I cried, clutching his shoulders. “You,” I said, over and over, the words tumbling from my mouth, needing him in a way I didn’t even understand. “You, Weston, I’m yours. Take me. I’m yours!”
I kissed him with everything I had, with everything that I was. My focus narrowed to just his hard thrusts, his arms around me, his heat.
“Take my knot, my Little Wolf,” he commanded as he fucked it in harder. “Take it deep.” The stretch nearly undid me. “Tell me again. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering, the sensations almost unbearable. “I’myours.”
An explosion of pleasure rocked me to my core, soaking into every cell in my body. He roared through his release, clutching me hard, branding me with his pleasure.
I shook against him as his movement slowed, still holding me tightly.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured as exquisite shivers from the retreating climax rolled through me. “Take all that cum.” He sucked in my fevered skin, his movements small now, rolling that knot within me. “I’m going to keep filling you up until myscent is seared into you. Everyone will know you belong to the alpha.”
I whimpered with desire. My breath was heavy from exertion. He worked that knot, joining us, rubbing against all the right places.
I mewled with increased pleasure, all my nerve endings firing, my pussy so full. He pulled and pushed so the friction between us increased as his cock started to pulse. Our joined sex was wet and slippery, the sounds erotic. I started building again immediately, drowning in these feelings with no desire to find the surface.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he said darkly. “And when I’m done, you’re going to beg me to do it again.”
All I could do was cry out in pleasure as he made good on his word, taking me to new heights until all I knew was him.
Chapter 23
Aurelia
