Serafine POV
He walks toward me, slow and measured, and my body responds before my mind can stop it. I lean into him, breathing in deeper. He breathes in and I flinch. “That smell…”
Oh no. “I…” I stop and panic. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to stop it. I came out to hide, so no one else would smell it. I’m really sorry, I know it’s repulsive.” I try to step back, but his hand hooks around my waist.
“Your scent is nothing but intoxicating,” he growls and leans into my neck. He takes a long breath, and his wolf growls. My body reacts on instinct, leaning into him more, craving him.
What is going on? I don’t want him, I shouldn’t want him. He hates me, he sees me as nothing but a liar. I’ve not once found him attractive because his disregard and hatred for me were so deep that I wouldn’t let myself. Yet, now here I am, leaning into him, needing him to solve whatever this is.
“You’re in heat,” he says.
Heat? My body tenses, and he looks at me like he’s waiting for me speak. I want to explain that I didn’t know, that I had no knowledge of this. I was so sure I was being punished for not finding my mate.
He’s too close, and I feel like the moment he places a finger on my body, I’ll fall apart. His eyes narrow slightly, and he moves even closer. His scent is everywhere, and his heat seems to cool mine, it’s like it’s wrapping around my skin and for the first time, I feel like I’m going to break.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He looks at me and waits.
Shaking my head slowly, I struggle to focus. “I didn’t know,” I whisper, and the words come out hoarse. “They kept it from me, the heat, the bond. In my pack, omegas are tamed until they find their mates. A drug that stops everything.”
His expression seems to darken, but he doesn’t say anything. He studies me, and I wonder if he’s going to call me a liar again; he does that a lot. His hand reaches out and strokes down my chest, and despite telling myself not to respond, I do. My body leans in, and a moan slips from my mouth.
“Your scent is driving my wolf crazy,” he growls, and his hand slips lower.
No! He can’t do that, my hands weakly try to stop him, I’m soaked, he can’t find out. His hand grips my wrists, stopping me.
“Your wolf has given me this, so you let me take it.” His fingers dip lower and I whimper, my body crumbling when he touches my pussy. His hand raises, and he licks his fingers. His eyes blow wide, and he growls louder. “Mine,” his wolf snarls, and I barely get a chance to understand what is happening before I’m on the floor. His head settles between my legs, and his mouth drags along my pussy.
My body arches and I cry out in pleasure. I don’t even recognize the sound. It comes from my throat, it’s not a moan or a sob, but something between, something raw and feral. My body is no longer mine. It’s moving on instinct, hips arching toward his mouth, as if that’s the only place I belong. His mouth is hot, his tongue unrelenting. The heat that’s been clawing at my chest explodes even lower now, curling into something sharper and blinding.
My hands fist his hair harder than I mean to, but I can’t stop myself. I’ve never felt this, I didn’t know I could feel like this. His mouth works me open with devastating patience, and I hate that it feels like worship. I hate that my body answers to him with desperation that I don’t want him to see. I also hate how much of me is unravelling for him. Even my wolf, who is usually quiet and cautious, has gone completely silent in awe. She’s not pacing now, she’s still, watching and waiting like she understands this, and knows something I don’t.
My thighs begin shaking, and I try to squeeze them together, to pull away from the edge, but he growls, something deep. It‘ s like a warning sound, and the vibration of it against my skin shatters me.
A cry rips from my throat, high and wild, and I twist against the forest floor, tangled in fallen leaves and moss as the first wave of release crashes over me. It’s too much, too fast, and I can’t hold myself back. I gasp and tremble, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow.
His grip on my thighs tightens, and he drags me closer, as if the taste of me is the only thing that matters to him right now. It’s as if his name has never been Xander, but something older, something tied to a bond within me that shouldn’t exist. He’s acting starved, a snarl rips from his throat as he tries to take even more from me. His hands shift slightly, his wolf surging forward as they shift into paws. His nails dig deeper into my thighs as he growls against my pussy and works faster.
“Please,” I whisper, unsure if I’m begging him to Successfully unlocked! ng isn’t relenting. It’s not easing, it’s getting worse, the burning is becoming almost unbearable as well now.
His head lifts, and I notice his lips are slick. His eyes are far darker than I’ve ever seen them before. There’s something ancient in them now, something that I don’t even think he understands fully. His chest rises and falls hard, and all he does is stare at me. There’s no coldness, no hatred, just pure hunger.
Heat
His paws slide up my thighs, rough and demanding. Moving with a purpose I don’t understand. He doesn’t try to shift them back into hands. His own body is shaking now, like he’s at war with himself. For a moment, he doesn’t speak. He watches me before reaching out and pulling me to sit up, it’s rough and demanding. My nightgown slips down my shoulder, and he stares at my exposed breast.
Without waiting, he pulls it from my body, throwing the tattered remains somewhere into the trees.
“How bad is it?” His voice is low and hoarse.
My head shakes, I’m not sure how to explain, or what he means.
His head lowers again, his tongue dragging along my pussy. “You smell and taste like heaven. Lie back.”
My heart explodes at his words, and I follow what he says. I lie back into the dirt, moss and fallen leaves. My eyes watch as he lifts his top, and throws it. Standing, he removes his shoes, then his trousers.
His cock is hard already, leaking, and seeing it, makes the heat explode far more. A whimper claws at my throat and I feel like I want to beg him to touch me, to fuck me. I shouldn’t want him to, though; he hates me, he’s made that clear. I do, though, everything in me is screaming out for him to ravish me.
I watch him kneel between my legs, his paws grip my thighs with brutal force. “I won’t go soft,” he warns, biting gently at my collarbone and something in me craves for him to claim me, to bite me, to make me his.
“Soft and gentle won’t help, you need everything, hard, deep and raw,” he growls, and my body explodes at the words alone as his body shifts against mine. In one hard brutal thrust, he enters me, and pleasure erupts instantly, my hands claw at his back as the pleasure burns. He waits, letting my pleasure pass. “Ready?” he growls, and bites against my lip, and I nod. I’m ready, no matter how rough he will be.
