Chapter 18

Chapter

Eighteen

WOLFE

I 'm grasping Sage by the hand, rushing us out of the Chamber of Rituals.

The heaviness of what I lost all those years ago bears down on me from the vision I just experienced, the images of my mother hanging from the edge of broken flooring in her bedroom haunting my thoughts. The ache still sits inside me like a permanent blade in my heart, and revisiting the past twists that knife deeper and deeper.

But we can't stay in the woods, not knowing Sage is in danger, and our bonding as true mates distracts us to the point of making us vulnerable.

Sage stumbles alongside me, but I can't slow down. Not when I'm desperate to get her alone, to know she's safe. Right now, my brain is fucking me up, wrenching me in so many directions that I'm about to lose my shit.

I can't leave her side. And despite everything, I can't help but want to finish what we started.

"Wolfe," she says, pulling against my grasp.

"I want you away from this room," I explain, rushing us into the elevator.

"You think I'm in real danger now?"

Hearing her voice tremble undoes me. I had no fucking idea, none at all, that she'd be my intended mate. I had one mission for her, and that meant not getting close to her. But from the moment she arrived, my head's been screwed over.

I glance at those delicious tits, her nipples pressing against her dress, her intoxicating scent screaming for me, those deepening violet eyes looking up at me with fear, with lust. Matching hair, starting to lose more of her silver hair, frames her face, falling to her waist, and I picture wrapping it around my hand, holding it tight as I fuck her.

Growling, I take slow inhales to settle myself.

That deep ache pulses inside me, reminding me that as a true mate, our connection would be unbearable unless I fuck her again and again. That my insatiable desire for her won't fade away.

Heart hammering, I face her, my hands on her tiny waist, and she stares up at me, a quirky smile on her lips.

"So, it's normal to be running around the vessel, naked and all?" she teases, glancing down at me in monster form.

I fucking adore that she makes light of a moment that's drowning me, that should scare her halfway to the Seven Hells. So, I appreciate her attempt to lighten a heavy mood.

"Are you finding it difficult to concentrate?" I quirk an eyebrow, pushing a few strands caught in the corner of her mouth off her face as she breathes quickly.

Her blushing cheekiness has my cocks throbbing, and I push them against her, so desperate to have her legs spread and wound around me.

"You're distracting me," she whispers, while I'm leaning in and taking a lungful of her scent that has my balls pulling up tight with need. Berries. Vanilla. Sex.

She's mine.

That's all I can think about.

I'm about to instruct Howler to take us to my floor, but I stop. Sage is staring at my cocks again, and I'd be a real fucker if I didn't allow my mate to explore what I'm packing.

"Get on your knees," I order.

Her gaze flicks up to me, a lost breath on my lips.

"You heard me."

She's watching with her narrowing gaze, her tongue dragging over her lips. That look absolutely breaks me.

Then she calls out, "Howler, please take us to Lord Wolfe's room."

My gaze drifts to her smirk, the lava inside me bubbling.

"You think that will stop us?"

And her hand is on my cocks as we start moving, gaze riveted on me, tugging on me gently first, her touch tender. "They're so hard, but soft on the outside."

"I give you all of me." I place my hand over hers, tightening her squeeze, tugging me harder, faster. "Fuck," I grunt, slamming my free hand to the wall. "Howler, stop the elevator."

"You're so big." She works me with two hands, those thick veins running down my bulging shafts, throbbing. Sparks shoot through me, and I grind my teeth, snarling, needing this more than breathing itself.

"Taste me," I demand. "Sweet girl, you're going to break me if you don't."

"I've never done this before."

"Just take it slowly and I'll guide you." My pulse burns, staring down at her fisting my girth, then she gets to her knees in front of me, a cheeky grin curling on her face. She takes one tip into her mouth, her tongue teasing.

I hiss, unable to look away as she pushes the second one into her mouth, her lips spread, and when she glances up, they throb harder. The most beautiful sight in the world who didn't need any help with sucking down on my cocks.

The deeper she takes me, the more purring sounds she makes. Those moans telling me she's enjoying herself.

"You want more, my sweet girl?"

She bobs her head lightly and slides me deeper. It surprises me how much of me fits into that beautiful mouth, now with bulging cheeks.

She takes a few more strokes with her tongue, with her sucking on me, leaving me weak and at her mercy. Then she abruptly pulls out, licking the juices from her lips.

"You taste so sweet and salty." Up on her feet, she smirks at me while the agonizing ache of the buildup leaves me crippled.

"My cocks are yours, but you're not finished," I state the obvious.

"Howler, open the doors," she instructs, then glances my way, wiping her mouth. "And I am done."

She ducks under my outstretched arm, still on the wall. I twist around as she hurries out of the elevator onto a floor that's neither hers nor mine. She stands there with her chin high, and I can't help but admire her confidence. She's not going to win, but I give her points for trying.

I follow her, and she backs away.

"You've been holding secrets from me, and first, you're going to tell me everything about my father. Then, if you're a good boy, I'll give you a treat."

I burst out laughing as she spins on her feet and lifts that skirt, flashing her ass at me, then darts down the hallway. She has no fucking idea what a sex-starved monster will do…

We're on the training floor, half dedicated to residential homes and the rest to classes for fighting and weapon lessons.

My girl's walking toward the main doors that lead straight into the room where they practice death moves. As much as I'd like to watch her walk in and see Shadowfen strangling each other, I prefer to have her concentrate on me at this moment.

I march after her, snatching her around the waist and twisting her around, then throwing her over my shoulder. She writhes and fights me.

"Put me down."

But I laugh. "First mistake you made was thinking you could stop me. Second was challenging me." I shove open a door to an unoccupied suite not yet furnished. Fine by me.

"Release me," she yells, hitting me in the back.

I slap her soft ass, and she bucks against me.

Once near the balcony, I let her down to her feet, grabbing her dress in the process, ripping it up and over her head. The material rips easily, slipping off her naked body.

She gasps, covering herself.

"This is fair, no? Now, we're both naked," I state with a smirk.

"You asshole!" She's glaring, and I adore her resisting me.

Her bare skin glistens in the dim light filtering through the window. I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me, her beauty raw and all mine. She stands there, trembling, glaring at me.

"You think you can just?—"

I cut her off, pressing my lips to hers in a bruising kiss, my hands dragging down her curved waist to her ass with possessive hunger. She moans into my mouth, yet she's pushing her hands against my chest.

Heat between us ignites, about to erupt.

"Wolfe," she gasps when we break apart for air, her voice defiant. "You can't just take what you want."

"So, you're saying you don't want this?" My lips are on hers again, my hand falling to between her thighs, finger pressing between her soaking lips. "Those purring sounds in your throat tell a different story." I pull back from her just enough to make sure she sees me smiling, my thumb tracing her swollen clit. "You'll get your answers after I fuck you."

"Wow!" She goes to slap me, but I catch her wrist, kissing her fingers.

"You'll enjoy this more if you don't fight me."

With a thrust, she jerks her hips away from my hand, her eyes darkening, and I can see the internal battle she's fighting. Her scent is intensifying, and I sense her agony of holding back, see it scribbled over her face.

I don't give her time to overthink it, going after her until she's pinned to the glass door to the balcony.

"Wolfe," she warns. She has her palms against my chest again.

I lower my head, trailing kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin right below her ear. She arches, pushing those tits against me, a soft whimper escaping her mouth.

"We belong to each other now," I murmur against her, my voice rough with desire. "And I'm not letting you go."

Her hands claw at my arms, drawing me closer as if she can't stand the distance between us but hates herself for desiring me. Lowering my hands to the back of her thighs, I have her off her feet in seconds, pulling her beautiful legs around me.

Her eyes lock on to mine, a challenge burning in their depths.

"What if I don't want to belong to anyone?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "What if these urges I feel where I can't control myself have everything to do with the magic in my body from the mist?"

"Such magic won't work unless deep down you possess those desires and feelings. Just because you don't admit to yourself what you really want doesn't make it fake." My grin widens. "Let me show you exactly what it means to belong to a monster like me."

I capture her lips once more. Despite driving me away, she kisses me with fury, her tongue pushing into my mouth, tangling with mine. I suck on hers, and she moans, pressing those full breasts against me, teasing me.

Sharpness suddenly bites down on my lower lip. Pain flares instantly, and I flinch. It's enough time for her to drop from my grasp and rip away.

"Sage," I growl, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my lip. She just damn bit me, and I'm grinning. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

There she is, across the room, raising an eyebrow and staring at me.

That daring gleam in her gaze intensifies, but she has no idea of the dangerous hunger inside me. Trying to cast it aside is impossible, and she feels it, too, as she stands there, squeezing those delicious thighs together.

"Don't fight it," I state, my savagery raging with emotions for her, taking in her naked body—fucking perfect tits with tight, dusty rose nipples, the small patch of dark hair with a hue of mauve.

"What fun would it be if I'm too easy on you."

She's devious!

I spear my fingers through my hair, cocks throbbing harder just as she takes a run for the front door, her steps hitting the hard floor.

Hell, she's going to fucking ruin me.

Heart pounding, I go after her. Whipping my tail out, I snatch her around the waist and haul her back. Her legs tangle, and she trips, but I'm there to catch her in my arms.

She cries out, shoving against my hold. "Let me go."

Falling back into me, she stares up at me, those damn angry eyes, my weakness. I'm like a beast around her, my nostrils flaring with each inhale of her sweet perfume.

"You're only going to hurt yourself."

Desire burns in her gaze. "Then release me, and you won't hurt me."

I chuckle, even if her words are a slap to my face. I'd never hurt her.

"Once you've started your fever, your body will hunger for my cocks. That taste in the elevator was just the start of appeasing the monster inside of you."

Her nose scrunches, not liking that at all. "Then tell me how to stop it."

Silence pulses between us.

Hell help me, but I'm inches away from taking her, tired of playing these games. Lowering her to her feet, hands around her, my tail snaking up her leg, I whisper, "Only one way to do that… with my cocks."

She searches my face as though I'm lying while my tail lingers at the apex of her thighs. "Don't lie to me."

I burst out laughing. "Tell me, Sage, what do you want me to do?" My hand slides over to her breast, squeezing it, my own desperation barely holding on.

Quivering in my arms, she's making those beautiful purring sounds in her throat, the ones that tell me she's ready.

"Wh-what does being in fever mean?" she whispers, parting her legs for my tail.

The moment I move it up to stroke her, she shakes violently.

"It's your body changing, acknowledging that we are true mates, preparing to be rutted."

She blinks, her lips thinning and her jaw clenching. "That sounds very animalistic."

I shrug. "Aren't we all animals?"

She arches an eyebrow at me.

Beautiful. I stand there, my cocks aching for her, my tail already pushing past her drenched lips.

Her hands are suddenly on my arms, digging in, holding on.

"I hate that you are making me want this, that I can't stop thinking of having your tail inside me. That I'm desperate for it."

"Fuck." I shake at her words. I can't hold back. I can't resist. I drag her up against me, in my arms. She snaps her legs around me, the fierce arousal between us an inferno.

"I would never make you do anything you don't already want, sweet girl." I plunge my arm down between us, my fingers on her swollen cunt. She's drenched, dripping with lust, ready for me.

She's shuddering, crying for me already.

Guiding my cocks to her entrance, I push into her slowly.

She's tense yet clawing at my shoulders, moaning for more.

I press into her, and fuck, she's tight.

"Please," she cries. Writhing against me, she adjusts her hips to accept me more easily. She's tiny, and I'm huge, but her hole grabs my cocks, sucking them in.

"Gods! They're so big!" She's singing my praises, and I push deeper, burying myself.

Her breaths come as quickly as mine because squeezed into that tight space, constricting them, is both euphoria and torture.

I growl, but she's bowing her head, breathing heavily as I have her completely full.

"Look at me." I walk her to a wall, giving her something to lean against.

Her face flushes, lips parting.

"Fuck me, I'm yours."

I grin. This is what I've craved, what I've starved for.

"Hold on to me. I'll give you anything you want."

I bury myself deeper into her, down to the hilt. Her legs quiver as she tries to hold on, but I'm carrying her weight, hands on her ass. The tip of my tail slides between those gorgeous round cheeks, finding her puckered ass, and I feel her tighten around me. She's soaking wet, and I slip into her.

"You wanted him inside you, and I'm here to fulfill your every wish."

"Yes," she says shakily, and I'm losing my mind.

She's so fucking beautiful.

A snarl rips from my throat, and a pulse charges through me, the darkest of my desires, the deepest parts of my hunger awake.

I pull out, then thrust back in, the flames inside my body licking at me. The sweet pain of her constricting my cocks consumes me. I fuck her, fast, violently, unable to stop myself.

She tilts her head back, taking it, those pretty tits bouncing, my hands squeezing her cheeks. Wriggling, grinding herself against me, her gaze is filled with lust. Mouth open, she's panting.

I can't get enough of how her breasts jiggle, how her cunt tightens every time I pull out, trying desperately to hold on to me. Those violet eyes flicker up to mine, hazed over, and the sheer line of perspiration on her brow glows in the light from outside. Slick drips from her, coating my balls.

The harder I claim her, the more she whimpers, the more she rocks against me.

I've never experienced such a powerful need to fuck any woman, never had this overwhelming urgency to protect her from the world.

"Wolfe," she cries, her body shuddering.

I work into that tight pussy, tail teasing her ass, pushing in and out. My own arousal surges forward with ferocity. Leaning forward to claim her lips, I plunge my tongue between them, desperate to have as much of me inside her as I can. For her to know she's mine. I want to fuck her on the floor, on the balcony, in the rain starting outside… every damn place.

She groans out louder, clawing at me as I rut her relentlessly. I have no self-control, which is becoming obvious, transfixed by her moans and her scent.

Kissing me back, she embraces me harder, rubbing herself, and I'm on the verge of losing myself.

"Wolfe," she whispers. "I'm?—"

Then she's screaming, convulsing in my arms. Her pussy squeezes my cocks like a vise, my tail slipping out as she ferociously comes all over my erections.

I hiss…

Heart twisting in my chest, I never stood a chance to hold back. With her warm body against mine, her moans in my ears, I come just as hard, buried in her down to my balls. I pulse, flooding her with my seed.

Howling, I'm pumping while she's riding me. She has the side of her face on my chest, exhausted but shaking, still coming as I fill her. We stay that way for a long moment, neither of us moving. I don't want this to be over.

She shivers against me as I walk her into the bathroom, finding several towels neatly folded on the shelf. I grab one and place it on the counter, then set her ass on it and pull out of her, much to her groans of protest.

Her legs won't hold her, not with how exhausted she appears. I glance down to where her inner legs are slick with her and my cum. Her eyes flutter as if she's going to sleep.

"I'll take good care of you," I tell her.

She glances up at me, blinking.

"Can you help me back to my room?" she whispers.

I lean in, pressing my face to her neck, inhaling her, then whisper, "I'm going to clean you first."

She leans against me, and when I pull back, her body follows, her breaths heavy. I grin at seeing her already asleep.

"Sleep tight, my sweet little girl," I say. "You're mine now."