Page 25 of Fated Obsessions
I was barely hanging on as it was, and the scent of her arousal slammed into my nose, making me sway in my chair, having my whole body ache for more. “Trust me to take care of you, Mikalina. Trust me to make this good for you.” Gods, I felt like another male, like someone else occupied my body.
Something does.This beast. This feral creature, that was by all accounts stronger than anything else on the planet, was clawing to get out.
It wanted this female too.
With my hands on her ankles, I spread my palms upward, holding her gaze with mine. When my fingers were perilously close to her core, she let her head fall back on her neck, closed her eyes, and breathed out slow and long.
“Ren,” she moaned.
I snapped, letting my nails lengthen to claws and tearing at her pants until they were nothing but shreds of fabric scattered around the table and floor.
She snapped her head up and gasped, looking at the remains of her pants. But I could see she liked this erotic violence, this act of need so strong in me that I had no control over myself.
I kept my hands out of her view so she couldn’t see my claws, and while still holding her eyes with mine, I leaned forward. Her scent was even more saturated with only a thin pair of cotton panties blocking her sex from me, and I closed my eyes and groaned. Her heat swirled around me, sucking the energy from the very pit of my soul. Gods, if this was how I died, there’d be nothing better in the world.
I ran the tip of my nose up her center, feeling how wet she was, the material soaked clean through.
“My female is hungry for me.” I didn’t expect her to respond… not unless she gave me her answer by moaning and spreading her thighs wider.
Which she did.
“Ren… oh yes. God. Ren, yes.”
I kissed her gently, inhaled her deeply. I couldn’t get enough. I gripped the edge of her panties and in one swift move tore the thin material away. And as I looked at her perfection, stared between her thighs, I grew dizzy from my lust.
Pink. Swollen. Wet.
So… fucking wet.
“The sooner you realize you’re mine, the easier this will be.” I shouldn't have said it. Then again, I didn't. My Lycan was pushing forward, breaking through my control every now and again, taking over so he could experience this as well.
I lowered my focus from her face to her chest, watching as her breasts rose and fell violently under her shirt. I snapped my attention back at her face. “Admittedly, I like the chase. I crave your resistance, because that means your surrender will be all the sweeter.”
A small noise left her.
“You’re so wet for me, my female.”
She made a small noise in the back of her throat and looked into my face.
Wide, aroused eyes.
Blown-out pupils.
Increased breathing.
Pulse beating rapidly at the base of her throat.
“More,” she moaned softly, her lips parting in pleasure.
My arms were locked tight, the muscles straining, my need to control myself a razor's edge. I moved my fingers down her inner leg, right beside her pussy, and then didn’t torment us any longer. I touched her pussy lips lightly, spreading my fingers through her soaked slit. I couldn’t stop from groaning.
“Yeah,” I said to myself low, huskily. “My tiny female wants this, and I’m eager to satiate her.”
“God. Ren. Yes, yes, I want this.”
And that was all I needed for any remaining control I had to fucking snap right in two.
I slipped a hand under her so I could place it on the small of her back, then moved my other onto her belly, keeping herin place as I started to lick at her cleft, sucked on her clit, and groaned as I savored her flavor.