Taking Him
Serafine POV
As soon as Xander growls that one word. Mine. The last fragile barrier inside of me shatters entirely. My human mind recoils in protest, but my wolf surges forward with a brutal and unstoppable force that drowns out everything else, and every rational thought.
I don’t think.
I don’t resist.
I surrender.
His hands are rough, and unyilding as they drag me closer, his body is hot and hard against mine. The strength of him makes my wolf purr with savage satisfaction. His scent crashes over me, it’s thick with dominance, with need and with this deperate claim of a mate finding what belongs to him.
Before I can even catch my breath, he spins my body and forces me against the nearest tree. The bark scrapes against my skin through the fabric of my dress, I don’t care though. He moves, and presses his body into mine from behind, and every line of him is rigid with barely restrained power.
He doesn’t hesitate or wait. His hands grip the fabric of my dress, and pulls, shredding the fabric like it’s nothing more than tissue. My skin is exposed to the cool air, the light of the moon. His hands begin to roam my body with rough reverence, like he’s mapping every inch and branding me with his touch. It’s like he needs to memorize every single part of me and mark it with his scent to ensure no one else ever dares to look.
His teeth scrape along my neck and a low rumble vibrates in his chest as he inhalers my scent. His mouth begins to trail down my spine, leaving sharp bites and hot kisses that mark the path I know only he will ever touch.
I can feel his wolf barely restrained under his skin, claws threatening to break through, and the desperate, primal need to claim and own me is overriding everything else.
I whimper under him, my body arching back, silently begging him for more. The ache between my thighs is now unbearable, a deep pulsing need that only he can answer. My legs begin to tremble, but he holds me up with ease. One of his hands grips my hip, while the other runs up my stomach to cup my breast, then squeezing it roughly and possessively. He growls again, low and guttural. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, my body clenches in anticipation, my wolf howls in triumph. He thrusts into me with a single, brutal movement that burries him deep. The force of it drives the air from my lungs and I cry out, my hands clawing at the tree for support. He begins to move, hard and relentless, his body slamming into mine with punishing rhythm.
There’s no gentleness, no hesitation only need and possession.
His hands roam my body greedily while he fucks me. Gripping my hips, my thighs, my breasts, everywhere he can, and he leaves bruises and marks that I know won’t fade quickly. His teeth find my shoulder and bite down just hard enough to make me gasp. He’s staking his claim without sinking in fully.
Each thrust sends sparks shooting up my spine, and the pleasure is so intense that it borders on pain. Each movement forces cries from my throat, that quickly mix with the sounds of others around us.
None of it matter though, all that matters is him and me, the bond that reignites between us with every brutal thrust from him. His cock stretches me wide, filling me completely and hitting every sensitive place inside of me. It’s a precision that only a mate would achieve. It’s proof I’m meant to be his. The friction is delicious and overwhelming, the stretch is perfect and designed to destroy and remake me into his image.
He snarls into my ear and the sound vibrates straight through me, making my body clench and pulse around him.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. The words are growled, his voice rough and broken. “No one else touches you, no one else looks at you.”
All I can do is moan in response, I’m too lost in the relentless rhythm of his body pounding into mine and too consumed by the fire burning between us. My nails dig into the tree, and scrape against the rough bark as my orgasm builds rapidly, coiling tight and sharp in my stomach.
Xander feels it instantly, he senses it through our bond, and he tightens his grip, pulling me back into him with a savage force. He begins to drive deeper, harder and faster, his hips snap against my ass, the sounds of flesh on flesh mixing with the wild noises of the night.
The orgasm crashes over me without warning, Successfully unlocked! wave that tears a scream from my throat. My body convulses around him, milking him and drawing deeper.
He follows moments later, roaring his release, his cock pulses as he empties himself inside of me. He fills me so completly that I can feel the warmth spreading deep in my core. He thrusts a few more times, slower now, grinding against my as he marks me in the way my wolf is craving.
Taking Him
For a long moment, neither of us move. Our bodies are still trembling with the force of what happened, the bond between us thrums and pulses, it’s stronger than it was beofre, stronger than ever before.
Xander’s forehead presses against the back of my neck, he breathes heavily, his body still pressing into mine. Slowly, his hands slide up my sides, it’s almost gentle now, like he’s trying to soothe the violence of what just happened.
His mouth brushes against my skin, kissing light and fleeting. It’s like apologises he’s unable to speak outloud. My wolf doesn’t care, she purrs in satisfaction, she’s got her mate and kept him to herself.
Still, as I stay here, I do notice something. My wolf isn’t settled, not like before, there’s still a burn running through my body, and Xander? He’s still hard, his cock still burried deep inside of me, and I know tonight isn’t over yet.
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