8. Helena

CHAPTER 8

Helena

I moan and wrap my legs around Raphael’s hips, pulling his body tight to mine. He grunts and then with some kind of crazy strength, he almost leaps to his feet and tucks me tight to him, racing to the door.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as I bounce in his arms, my boot-clad feet slipping on his gorgeous backside.

“I’m going to get you inside and then I’m gonna take what’s mine,” he growls and I see his eyes flash with that golden fire that lets me know he’s about to lose control.

Stomping inside, he drops me to the floor beside the cabin’s bed and grunts. “Clothes. Off.”

My brows lift. “Is that how this is going to go from now on? One word sentences like a caveman?”

“Until I get inside that pussy of yours…yeah. Clothes. Off.”

“You’re lucky that I find you as a dickhead sexy.”

He nods his head and grins but I start yanking at my clothes, pitching the coat and boots across the room. Before I’ve finished with that, he’s already naked and prowling towards me. Firelight bounces off bulging muscles and taut cheeks. Everything on this man…er male is perfectly proportioned and perfectly formed. Just perfect.

“Change of plans,” he says and he plucks at my shirt before he pulls it wide, ripping it clean off, buttons flying every which way.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” I whisper, my face flushing. Then he drops to his knees and plants his face in the center of my legs, nuzzling my core. If I thought the button-ripping was hot, this male on his knees, burying his face in my pussy, right where I need him most is fucking incendiary.

I grab onto his soft hair as he grasps my pants and rips them apart like they’re tissue paper. “Jesus! I hope you don’t plan on doing this very often because I don’t have that kind of wardrobe.”

He grunts but it doesn’t even phase him. He just pulls at my panties and the last piece of my modesty flies out the door as he shreds those too. Then he’s on me like he’s going to destroy me. His nose nuzzles at my pussy lips as he shoves his face deeper and his big hands push my thighs further apart. The first brush of his tongue on my clit has my hips jerking wildly in his hands. I feel like I’m flying and then I realize that I’m on the bed, his big big covering mine. He moves down to my hips and shoves my legs wide apart. His mouth finds my folds again and I groan harshly, barely breathing.

“Holy shit! Oh my god! Don’t stop.” His teeth and lips join the party and he’s devouring me, eating me alive like I’m his last meal. My whole body lights up and it’s like I’m burning alive. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids and my breath huffs out like I’ve run a marathon.

My hands wrap in the sheets and I rip at them, tearing and ripping as his lips and tongue pleasure me to the point of madness.

“Oh my god!” I’m barely able to speak now and the sweet brush of his soft hair on my thighs contrasts with the rough burn of his scruffy face on my pussy.

Fire laps along my limbs and explodes, racing out to my fingers and toes until it finally explodes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” White light explodes behind my eyelids and I swear to god I almost die. Slowly but surely, I come down to the feel of his soft yet rough tongue lapping at my folds, noisily drinking down my juices like an animal.

I giggle and he grunts, pushing up. “I’m not done with you yet, mate.”

“Thank fuck!” He grabs my hands and pushes them up, holding them in one hand.

“I wish that I could fuck you the way you should be fucked, on all fours while I plow into your sweet heat but I can’t risk that. I’m not sure that I wouldn’t bite you, mark you. And I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

I roll my hips, taunting him as he holds my hands to where I can’t reach him. He throws his head back, hissing.

I feel his thick, mushroom head pushing at my slick hole. “Oh, thank god!” I whimper as I feel his steely length begin pushing slowly inside me. His thick cock stretches me wide, the burning ache riding the line between pleasure and pain as he slowly pushes inside.

“Stop going so damn slow,” I growl through gritted teeth. “I need you now. Not six months from now.”

“You are going to drive me crazy, mate!” He growls under his breath but when my hands tug free of his and my nails dig into his broad, warm shoulders, his muscles bunch and he snarls, golden eyes flashing. Then he slams inside me so hard that my breath rushes out, my eyes widening and my whole body going radioactive.

“Shit!” I scream, fire rushing across my whole body as he rams inside me over and over again, pistoning harder and harder until my head slams into the headboard. I hold a hand up to stop myself from getting a concussion even though I’m not sure I give a damn. It feels too damn good!

“Yes, harder, harder!” I’ve lost my mind and I grunt and growl, meeting him thrust for thrust as sweat drips off our slick bodies. His muscles bulge hard and he tenses, his neck thrown back, corded with tension.

“You’re going to come now, mate,” he snarls and one big hand slips down and rims my clit before he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” I can’t think as my whole body spasms, my pussy fluttering and then slamming shut on his thick dick. White light flares behind my eyelids and then it feels like I’m being tossed from a wild horse. I’m floating through the air, mindless with pleasure. Unable to do more than whimper and whine, my nails digging into his back hard, raking across his slick muscles.

He goes rigid, snarling, his golden eyes flashing fire, lit from within. His incisors are extended and his lips fall back from his teeth as he pants. He slams inside one last time and I feel the warmth of his release coating my pussy, setting off one more round of flutters from the greedy bitch.

He roars his release and my ears ring even as I fall apart again. Then his big body comes down on mine and I’m left wanting.

I want his bite, his mark. I want him to claim me. I need it, hunger for it.

“How long do you think it will be before we can do that again because I want you to mark me.”

He raises his head and his tanned flesh quivers, that golden fire leaching into his chocolate-brown eyes. “Run. Run and I will chase you.”

My head pops up, the sweat still drying on my body. “Now?”

His head nods up and down and he grins wickedly. “You want my mark, I want the hunt. My wolf wants to chase you.”

I cock my head, laughing. “You are a perverted little fuzzball but I think I’d like that too!”

I stand on shaky legs and hold onto the bed railing until I can get my trembling to stop. Then I slip into a shirt from the closet and my shoes. The shirt hangs all the way down my thighs and technically covers me adequately except that I don’t have any panties.

I stop at the door and slip on the coat, looking back at him hungrily. “Don’t make me wait too long.” I open the door and slip out and with one last look, I watch him snap, “I’m giving you a head start, mate. Don’t waste it.”

I slam the door shut and step off the porch, grabbing the torch from one of the tall stands. It’s only battery-operated but it will do so I don’t kill myself in the dark.

Then I slowly jog away from the cabin, trying to get my bearings as I head deeper into the verdant landscape. After a few minutes, my breath huffs out hot and heavy, sweat dripping down my face and it feels like all my muscles are ready to explode.

But I’ve never felt more alive in my life!

A roar shakes the ground under me and I laugh happily. The hunt is on!