“You have it. Yes. Please, Mal, please - shove your cock in me now.”
Our clothes were a fucking obstacle course. Too many buttons, laces, layers. We tore at them like animals. His shirt ripped open, my dress hiked up and yanked aside, his pants shoved down just enough to free that thick cock. I kicked off my underwear, spreading my legs wide as he stepped between them, his dick hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip.
“Look at you, little mate,” he rasped, stroking his length once before lining up with my slick entrance. “Your cunt’s soaked for me, dripping down your thighs. Ready to take every inch of my hard cock. You’re mine to fuck.”
God. I loved when he talked dirty to me. Letting him read all those spicy books was so damn worth it right now.
He thrust in deep, one solid push that stretched my walls around his girth. I moaned loud, the burn turning to heat as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against my ass. “Fuck, yes - feel that? Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, sucking me in like it owns me. Which it does, by the way.”
But that wasn’t enough. The heat inside me demanded more, rougher, and he seemed to understand without words. He pulled out slow, then flipped me over onto my hands and knees on the table, my tits pressing into the wood. His hands gripped my hips again, yanking me back as he slammed his cock back inside, deeper this time, hitting my cervix with a jolt.
“That’s it,” he grunted, starting to pound into me hard and fast, no mercy. Each thrust jolted my body forward, the table creaking under us. His hips smacked against my ass, wet sounds filling the chamber as my juices coated his shaft. “Take my cock, Wen. Let me fuck this greedy pussy raw. You’re so wet, clenching around me - fuck, you feel good. Doing so well for me.”
I couldn’t hold back the noises. My moans turned to cries, his name spilling out like a chant. I didn’t really care who heard us right now. “Mal - oh fuck, harder-”
He groaned my name back, low and wrecked. One hand slid up to my throat, fingers wrapping around it firm but not choking, just holding me in place as he railed me. His other hand snaked between my legs, fingers finding my clit and rubbing circles fast and rough. “Come on, little mate. Rub that clit while I fuck you. Feel my dick stretching you wide? You’re gonna come all over my cock - milk me dry.”
The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my gut. His thrusts didn’t let up, cock dragging along my walls, pounding that spot inside that made my vision blur. I pushed back against him, meeting every slam, my ass jiggling from the force.
“Yes - fuck, Mal, I’m coming-” I cried out, the orgasm hitting like a punch, my pussy spasming hard around his dick, squeezing him as waves ripped through me. Juices gushed out, soaking his balls and the table beneath.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. “Coming so hard on my cock. That’s my mate - fuck, your pussy’s fluttering, pulling me deeper.”
But he didn’t come. He was still rock hard, throbbing inside me. He pulled out with a wet pop, my hole clenching on nothing, and sat back in one of the council chairs, facing me.
“Get over here,” he ordered, stroking his slick cock. “Straddle me. Use me, little mate, ride this dick and take whatever you need.”
I climbed on, legs shaking, positioning my dripping pussy over his tip. I sank down slow at first, feeling every vein as I took him inch by inch until he was buried deep again. “Oh gods, Mal - your cock fills me up so good.”
“Move,” he growled, hands on my hips guiding me up and down. “Bounce on my cock, little mate. Fuck yourself on me and show me how much you want it.”
I did, lifting and dropping hard, my tits bouncing with each ride. His cock hit deep, grinding against my g-spot, and I ground my clit against his base for friction. He thrust up to meet me, grunting with every slap of skin.
“That’s it - ride me harder. Your pussy’s so tight, gripping my shaft like a vice. Fuck, Wen, you’re perfect - taking my cock like you were made for it. Come again for me.”
Our mouths crashed together, tongues sloppy as we kissed through whimpers. His hands roamed, one pinching my nipple, the other slapping my ass lightly to urge me faster. The pleasure spiked again, and I came with a scream muffled against his lips, walls pulsing around him.
“Fuck -Wen,” he groaned, hips bucking wild. His cock swelled, then erupted, hot cum shooting deep into my pussy, filling meup as he held me down. We shuddered together, his release mixing with mine, leaking out around his base.
“Oh gods,” I breathed when I could talk, my body limp against him. The heat had eased to a low burn, but I felt it stirring already, my pussy twitching around his softening cock.
This wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Mal stood up with his cock still inside of me, cum dripping down my thighs as he slowly pulled out. I whimpered at the loss. He adjusted our clothes quickly, pants zipped, dress smoothed, but we were a mess, smelling like sex. He carried me out the door, checking the corridor was clear. Empty, thank fuck. Everyone had bolted, very smart of them.
He carried me through the castle, my face buried in his neck as I breathed in his scent. We smelled like each other now. I barely registered the path we took. Everything felt hazy, overwhelming. The heat was building again and I could feel his response to it through the bond.
We reached his chambers. Our chambers now, I supposed. He kicked the door shut behind us with enough force to rattle the frame and walked across the room, setting me down on the massive bed.
Then he just... stopped. Staring at me, not saying a word.
His eyes were pure red now, glowing brighter than I’d ever seen them. His breathing was heavy, his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Every muscle in his body was tense. That’s when it hit me: He wasn’t in control anymore. Not the man I knew, the Mal who read romance novels and helped customersand asked permission before touching me. The one standing in front of me was pure beast. Purewolf, instinct and need.
And he was looking at me like I was prey. Gods help me.
“Mal?” My voice came out breathy. I should probably be afraid, be concerned about the lack of humanity in his eyes. I wasn’t.
He growled low and took a step toward the bed.
