Chapter 8

Addison

I let out a small gasp as I was thrown onto the bed as Mateo had taken me from the cell and to his home. I just ignored the people glaring at me, they have a right to be a bit upset, and I continued to do my own business because I couldn't allow them to get to me like that. I know what I'm dealing with, and I know what I have been through. I couldn't be completely certain of everything that has happened and it's becoming clearer that he might end up devouring me before the night is over.

I let out a shaky breath as I looked at him nervously, wondering what he might end up doing to me. I can see how dark his eyes are, and his eyes are looking me up and down, as if he is trying to decide if he should devour me right here and now. I don't know if I like that idea but I'm okay with it. I just fiddle with my fingers as I watch him lock the door and stalk closer, a promise of what is to come.

"If you don't want this or you want to stop at any time, just tell me." He assures me softly, pinning me down onto the bed, "and I need you to make sure that I hear you because all I want to do right now is rip off, you're clothing and have my way with you in any way that I desire. And I know you wouldn't like that so much."

All I can do is tremble from the nerves as I meet his gaze head-on, "and how are you so sure about that?"

His eyes glimmer with mischief as he just smirks and leans closer. I wasn't sure what he was doing until his lips met mine in a very heated kiss. I let out a small gasp of shock, having not expected it yet. He is kissing me like a man possessed, as if he can't get enough of me. I don't think that I can get enough of him, and I end up devouring him right then and there.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and I kiss him back, trying to gain some kind of control but I think that I'm feeling. He is kissing me, making me fall right into his trap. He's growling softly, his wolf pushing through a little bit and making himself known. My body is trembling with such delight, enjoying every second of this and wishing that it would never end. I couldn't be completely certain of where all of this is going to go but I do know that I'm not going to let it go so easily. I just hope that he knows what he is doing. If not, this might come to bite me in the ass. I just hope that it doesn't because I don't want to clean up the mess.

Letting out a sigh of frustration and running my fingers through my hair, I continue to do my best to get through this and not let anything get to me. It's a bit easier said than done when I feel him pressing right against me, hard as a rock and leaving me a whimpering mess. Of fuck, just what is he doing to me? I don't know what I'm going to be able to do about this because I honestly feel like I might end up going crazy if I don't do anything about it. Fuck me.

I grind my hips against his, hearing his soft groan at the sudden touch. I don't know if I'm doing it right, but I want to make him squirm just as much as he is making me. I think it is working though when he opens his eyes and looks like he might try to eat me.

"You better watch yourself; you're asking to get burned." He grumbles hoarsely, shaking his head back and forth, "I'm going to eat you up."

I just smile and shake my head, half-daring him to do that, "I'd love to see you try then."

He leans closer and I thought he would kiss me again but instead, he bites on my shoulder, leaving a very visible mark. The shockwaves course through my body and I let out a gasp. What the hell? Why is he doing this? Is he trying to drive me crazy? I think he is doing precisely that. I think that he wants to make me beg and plead for mercy, but I won't do it. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction.

Although my heart is racing in my chest, I end up leaning closer and I lightly bite him right on the nape of his neck, hearing his soft growl in response. I totally thought that he would try to devour me right then and there, a part of me aching for it. I couldn't be completely sure what is going through his head now but what I do know is there is no way in hell that I'm going to be able to back down. I just hope that I'm able to do something and quickly.

He"s hard against my belly, almost showing me just precisely what he wants to do. A part of me is curious to challenge him but there are these little warning signals going off in my head telling me that I might end up regretting it. Feeling like my entire body is going haywire, I just know I can't do much about this for long.

"Make love to me." I whisper to him hoarsely, watching his eyes flash in response, "shit, you really need to do something to me."

I wonder if he just knows what he is doing because everything inside of me is screaming for more. I couldn't be completely sure about what he is thinking but another part of me is eager to find out. I keep thinking that maybe I should do everything in my power to win him over and make him mine. If I don't end up doing that, I could very well lose everything and then I would have no choice but to make him mine in the long run.

I run my fingers through his silky hair, my heart rate quickening as I am tempted to do such vulgar things to him. I know what he is capable of, and I know what he might end up wanting to do to me. I know that he knows what happens between us and how everything ends up going but the other part of me isn't completely sure of where I want this to go with him. I know this could very well turn very ugly but the other part of me doesn't give a damn at all.

Our clothes are being practically ripped off, giving me a bit of a thrilling sensation. I don't know if he realizes what he is doing to me, but he is just so damn perfect right now and it's making me ache for more. I have never wanted something so much in my entire life but what I do know is that I'm going to make sure that I do everything to get it.

He doesn't stop until we are both completely naked as the day we were born. I'm just looking him up and down, gulping because I already knew how buff he was, but he seems even more big at this moment. I worry about him tearing me apart because that could happen very easily, but I know he wouldn't do it on purpose. The most curious thing about this though is that I don't know what he might end up doing to me if he finds out what I am.

Will he care? Will he still want me?

He moves his way down, littering kisses along my body along with marks. It's so intense how he is making me feel but I would have never guessed that he would do anything like this to me. A part of me worries that he might end up doing something for real, but I couldn't be completely certain about it either. I mean, what right does he have to my body?

I guess I can't really complain though because he is becoming mine.

I know how someone might feel but the minute I feel his lips tasting me, his tongue gliding along my folds, I'm done for. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as the intense pleasure wracks through my veins and I honestly feel like I could explode at a moment's notice. My fingers are in his hair as I grind up against his face, wondering how he can just do this to me. I don't know if he even realizes I was doing it but I'm almost humping him, begging for more.

He licks me slowly, as if he is trying to tease me and it's almost too much. I want to scream at him and beg for mercy, but he is showing me none. He is making sure that I know precisely what he's doing to me and he's not going to back down. I don't think he even knows how to. I'm okay with that though, I'm eager for him to make me his. I mean, what else could honestly go wrong? I don't want to know.

"Please hurry and fuck me." I beg him, trying to pull him up to do precisely that, "I can't do this anymore."

His eyes are glimmering with mischief when he finally looks up at me and raises an eyebrow, "why? I thought that you wouldn't want me doing this to you. Does my tongue feel that good?"

"Stop with the taunting and just do it before I change my mind!" I snap at him, showing him that I mean business.

I thought that he would have teased me some more, but I should have known he wouldn't make it that easily. He moves up and almost immediately thrusts inside of me. I gasp loudly at the sudden pain, feeling like I'm being torn apart. He goes incredibly still almost immediately and stares at me with horror.

"What the hell?" He whispers in awe, "You're a virgin?"

"No shit sherlock!" I curse him, just clinging to him at this point because I feel like I might honestly explode, "how are you so big? It's a bit ridiculous."

His lips curve into a little smirk as he looks down at me, "I'm sure you would like to know but I don't think you should be worrying your little head about it. I guess I'll need to just keep fucking you until you fit me just right."

I want to curse him out and tell him that it's not how that works but then he really starts to move inside of me. All I can do is hold on and go along for the ride as he moves inside of me, thrusting deeper and deeper every time. I honestly feel like I could explode around him at any point, wondering how he's just doing this to me but I'm not going to hold myself back at this point. I can see that he's not going to stop and he's going to see this to the end.

I kiss him, trying to distract myself from the pain as I indulge in him. He kisses me back so tenderly, making me wonder if he just knows what he is doing. I think that he does, and I think that he just wants to drive me crazy. I'm okay with that, feeling him brushing against places inside of me that makes me see stars. I know that this could very well bite me in the butt but all I can do is accept him and let him take me as he pleases. Loud moans echo throughout the room and I wouldn't be surprised if everyone could hear us outside. It would be a bit embarrassing but there wasn't much else to worry about I don't think. A part of me wonders though if we might end up doing something that would turn everything into a big, gigantic mess.

I don't know if Mateo really wants me, but he is holding himself back, trying to make me feel just as good as he does. I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now but what I do know is that there is no way in hell that I'm going to be able to hold back for much longer. If I do, I think that I might end up regretting everything.

"Make me yours." I whisper in his ear.

I think he took that as my okay as he sinks his teeth into my neck, marking me as his own. I'm okay with that, my orgasm ripping right through me to the point that I almost see stars. I couldn't believe that this had just happened, and I wanted to ask him if he regretted it, but something told me that he doesn't. If anything, I'm going to fall in love with him and I think he feels the same way. He buries himself as deep inside of me as he can go before spilling his seed within me, making me want to scream for mercy but it just brings forth another orgasm.

Shoot, I think I might have made my decision already.