by Bianca Cole
I get a feeling we won't make it out of city hall beforehand. Suddenly, the click of the mechanism coming free echoes around the expansive room. Anastasia smiles the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. It makes my balls ache.
She slips the lock off of the door and then opens it. The desire in her eyes is unmissable as she lets her gaze drop to the visible bulge in my pants. “We best get out of here before someone catches us,” she says.
She's right. I know deep down we need to get away from here, and then I can claim her, but my wolf won't listen to reason—not this time.
I shake my head. “I need you,” I growl, my voice deep and beast-like.
Her eyes widen. “Not here, we could get caught.”
I pounce out of the cage, grabbing her so fast.
She gasps, and her arousal bleeds into the air. The scent strengthens the moment my hands are on her.
“Would you like that?” I ask my voice is barely a whisper. “Would you like getting caught while I fucked you so hard you can't remember your name.”
I physically feel the shiver run through her as she presses her back hard against me.
Slowly, I tease my hand up her stomach, cupping her breast as I reach it.
She moans as I move my hand up to her neck, gripping it tightly.
“Answer me, Anastasia,” I breathe heavily against her ear.
She shudders in my arms, pressing her ass harder into my straining cock. She wants this just as much as I need it.
“Would you like me to fuck you out in the open so that everyone can see that you are mine?” I growl, wanting her response.
She nods her head. “Yes,” her voice is small and quiet—the exact opposite to mine. It reminds me exactly what kind of fragile being I'm dealing with. A human that I could easily break if I'm not careful.
I scan the room, noticing a desk on the far side. I lift Anastasia in my arms, carrying her over to the desk with one goal in mind. She's going to be mine. I don't care that she's human. I don't care what my pack will think.
Anastasia saved my life, and it's about time I repaid the favor. This woman needs waking up to just how good life can be once she's felt me inside her.
Roughly, I set her back on the floor. My lips tease against hers, as she breathes heavily. I unzip her pants and yank them down her hips. The groan that escapes me is mainly due to the fact she hasn't even got any underwear on.
“No underwear? Dirty girl,” I growl, tearing her pants off her legs and lifting her onto the edge of the desk.
She moans as I part her legs wide and kneel in front of her. I hold her gaze as I move my mouth closer to her soaking wet pussy. She is more delicious than anything I've scented before.
No matter how much I want to tease her, I can't hold back. I lick a path through her dripping slit, tasting her deeply.
Her moans are like music to my ears. I'm in heaven right now. My cock so hard it feels like it might rip through the fabric of my pants. I keep swiping my tongue through her center, before slowly circling her throbbing clit.
She cries out, digging her fingertips into my shoulders.
I stop and meet her gaze. “Quiet, princess. We don't want anyone catching us, do we?”
She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip. Damn, she is so fucking beautiful. The danger of what I'm doing right now and the risk of being caught isn't registering. The only thing that matters is claiming Anastasia as my own. If we hadn't been interrupted outside the bar earlier, I would have fucked her then.
The need to be inside her is clawing at me, but first, I have to prepare her for my size. She needs to be soaking wet and relaxed. Especially since I've never been inside a human, but I know everything is smaller. The thought of her tight little pussy stretching to fit over my cock sends me wild.
I slide a finger inside of her while licking her clit more feverishly. The need to make her come all over my face drives me, as I continue to work her into a frenzied mess. I'm no longer paying attention to the sounds she makes, which are far louder than they should be. She's panting and moaning as if I'm making her feel better than any man ever has before. I hope that's the case.
She laces her fingers in my hair suddenly. “Rhys, fuck,” she moans, bucking her hips forward and pressing my face harder into her clit. “I’m going to come.”
I groan. “That's it, baby, come all over my face.”
She cries out as her orgasm explodes through her. A flood of delicious fucking cream pours onto my tongue and mouth, making me even fucking harder in my pants. Her orgasm was the single most arousing thing I've ever witnessed, as she tries desperately to remain quiet.
Her hips continue to buck as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes into her.
I remove my lips from her pussy and stand between her legs. She can't move anywhere, as I pin her down.
My eyes meet hers with all the intensity I feel at that moment. Then, I kiss Anastasia hard and fast. My body is desperate to join with hers. I can't fight the instinct anymore.
I rip the shirt from her body—no longer caring about anything but getting my skin against hers as fast as possible. Where we are and who might see us doesn't even pass my mind.
She gasps, eyes wide as she stares at her torn shirt on the floor.
The deep red of her cheeks deepens as I pull my boxers down. Her lips parting as her eyes move to the huge cock between my thighs. I know I'm big, even by wolf standards, but up to a human, I must be giant.
“How the fuck am I supposed to fit that inside of me?” she asks, the fear seems to be uncontrollable in her irises.
“Don't worry, baby. You'll stretch for me,” I groan, pulling her naked body against me. Her skin is so fucking soft.
I bite her lip softly, but enough to sting. “I need you, Anastasia.”
Her eyes are lust-filled and dazed. “I need you, too.”
With that, I ravage her. My tongue explores every inch of her naked body as all my self-control disappears. Anastasia is about to become mine for real.
My mate. My queen. My everything.
8
Anastasia
Rhys lifts me as if I’m a feather. I’m out of control. No longer sane. I think I need serious help as I’ve never wanted anything more than to be fucked by this shifter—right here and right now. I don’t care that we’re exposed and in danger. I don’t care that I’m a virgin.
If anyone were to walk in, we’d both be on the chopping block.
His cock is so huge it looks to be an impossible fit, but my desire to touch it outweighs my fear. The fact I’ve never had sex makes it even scarier. I wrap my fingers not even half the way around it, and tug gently.
He growls, barring his sharp canines. The rumbling sound he makes is so beastly it makes my arousal drip down my thighs. I’ve never been this wet before—never been this needy before.
“I want to taste you,” I moan, keeping hold of his straining cock in my hands. It twitches the moment I say that.
He wraps his large hand around my throat. “I’m sure you do, baby. So fucking dirty.” He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down to kneel in front of me. “Taste me, then.”
I groan at the thick line of precum dripping from his cock to the floor. My body is so hot. It feels like I’m going to burst into flames.
Who knew desire could feel this good?
I open my mouth and slowly lick the precum from the head of his cock, teasing him.
He groans, lacing his fingers gently in my hair. “No teasing. I want you to suck it like you mean it, princess.”
A shiver races up my spine for some reason every time he calls me that. I’ve given head before, but only once and I’m so nervous about doing it to a man like him. I open my mouth wide and just above fit his ridiculous girth into my mouth. He tastes of pure fucking man. Musky and salty and perfect.
I moan as I move my tongue around his thick head, forcing more precum to spill into my mouth.
He pistons his hips, moving his cock further into my mouth. I ga
g on his ridiculous size, unable to breathe. My fingers dig into his powerful thighs as he holds his cock in that position.
I’m used to always being in control. I don’t give up control easily. There’s a reason I’m still a virgin at twenty-three years old. He doesn’t know the truth, and I’m not sure I should tell him.
Finally, I push my mouth off of him, gasping for breath. “What the fuck? You almost choked me to death with your cock.”
He smirks, that same cocky fucking smirk I saw him give me at the bar. “And, you loved it, baby.”
I shake my head. “No, your cock is too fucking big, and I couldn’t breathe.” I’m about to stand when he grabs my hair forcefully, angling my head to look up at him.
“You’re mine, Anastasia, do you understand?” He shakes his head. “Mine to fuck, mine to use, all fucking mine,” he growls.
I hate that my nipples harden, and my pussy gets wetter at his dominant and assertive tone. Shifters are renowned for being aggressive in all areas of life, but particularly during sex. Despite my mind resisting his dominance, my body craves it. It makes no sense since this is all new to me.
“It looks like you understand,” he groans, playing with my hard nipples. “So fucking perfect.”
Suddenly, he yanks my hair again and shoves his cock down my throat. At first, I panic. My body goes stiff, and I gag all over him, saliva spilling down his shaft and balls. I dig my nails hard into his thighs, but he seems to enjoy the pain.
Slowly, my desire to give him what he wants overrules my mental aversion to domination. I relax my throat and breathe through my nose, letting him fuck my mouth exactly how he wants. My pussy gets wetter as he uses me. It’s crazy but true.
His eyes are flecked with gold again, glowing in the dim light of this room. He’s a god above me. All muscle and pure man ready to fuck me like a damn toy. I want it. I want him to take my body and stretch my virgin pussy over that huge cock of his. I’ve never wanted anything more.
He yanks my hair again, pulling his cock from my mouth. “I need to be inside that tight, human pussy right now,” he growls.
A flood of heat bursts through every inch of my body at the thought of him inside of me. Although fear overrides it and I tense in his grip.
He moves his hands down to my hips, clawing at them with such possession. I’ve never felt more wanted than I do right now. At the same time, I’m scared to lose my virginity, especially to him. He’s too big.
“What’s wrong baby,” he asks, sensing my tension.
My throat has closed up as I try to answer him. Will he stop if I tell him the truth? Despite my fear of having sex, I don’t want him to stop.
“Tell me, Anastasia,” he growls.
I bite my bottom lip and meet his gaze. “I’ve never done this before.”
A realization pulses through his bright blue eyes, and it makes my stomach churn. Will he no longer want me when he realizes how inexperienced I am?
“Are you telling me you are a virgin?” he growls, eyes wild with either lust or anger—I’m not sure which.
I feel an emotion claw at my throat as I try to speak—fear. I’m so scared of this man walking away right now. Instead of speaking, I just nod.
“Fuck.” He turns away from me, running a hand through his golden hair. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”
I set my hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “Don’t run away now. I want this, Rhys.”
He turns and looks at me. His fiery, gold-flecked eyes hold my gaze as he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard. “How is a girl like you still a damn virgin?” he breathes, before forcing me around.
I groan as he bends me over the desk, pressing my breasts onto the table.
“I need to teach you a lesson, princess, for not telling me this before we started,” he breathes, teasing his large hand over my ass cheek. “I need to teach you who owns you.” His voice sounds more beast-like now.
He spanks my ass cheek hard and fast, three times. Each spank harder than the last. I buck my hips, loving the way he’s making me feel. Dominance drips from him, and I’m soaking up every drop.
He does the same on the other cheek, before kneading it with his big, rough hands. Suddenly, I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my pussy. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says through gritted teeth.
A whimper escapes my lips. “Don’t stop, please.” I hate how desperate I am for it, but I am. I need him inside me more than I need to breathe.
“That’s it, baby, beg for my cock,” he groans, slowly moving the tip between my soaking wet lips.
I moan as the huge head bumps against my clit, almost sending me over the edge with the lightest of touches.
“I want to hear you beg me for it, Anastasia.”
I grit my teeth together, trying to fight the urge to beg him to fuck me, to take my virginity. It’s impossible. “Please,” a strangled plea escapes my lips. “I need you so bad,” I moan.
He growls, and then suddenly, he pushes his huge cock into me. My body bursts into flames the moment he tries to stretch me around him. Pain and desire and lunacy all mix as my pussy stretches around his girth. Our bodies were never made to fit, and yet, neither of us can resist this. We both need it more than I can explain.
I feel each inch as it sinks deeper and deeper, still stretching me.
“Fuck, princess, you are too damn tight,” he growls.
I arch my back, trying to sink him in further. There’s no pain anymore, just pure, unadulterated pleasure. He slides his hands down my back as he pushes the rest of his cock inside of me.
I feel him as deep as he can go. His balls rested against my throbbing clit. I’m on edge—ready to explode with him inside of me this time.
Rhys leans his chiseled chest against my back, before sinking his sharp canines into my shoulder. The electricity firing between us seems to increase as he bites me, cock deep and still in my pussy.
I groan, the pain only heightens the pleasure. I can’t understand why I feel so emotional. Our connection doesn’t make any sense, and yet I understand it. We’re bonded together. Why or how I don’t know. What this means, I don’t know that either. I know nothing, other than the need to be with Rhys.
The need to give my all to a man I don’t know, but somehow do. It’s odd, and it’s insane, but it makes perfect sense as he begins to move in and out of me.
He sinks in and out of me from behind, clutching onto my large buttocks. My body bends to his will. The few times I’ve been intimate with a man, without it getting this far, I’m self-conscious of my curvy body. With Rhys, the way he looks at me chases all doubts away.
“Fuck, baby, you are so damn tight.” He spanks my ass, and I feel my orgasm building.
“Rhys,” I cry out his name, feeling myself come undone around him.
He groans as I flood all over his cock. “That’s it, come for me, princess.” He doesn’t stop. Instead, he increases the tempo.
I moan as he fucks me harder and faster, moving in and out at such speed.
He stops suddenly, pulling out and grabbing me.
I gasp as he lifts me onto the edge of the desk, spreading my thighs open wide.
Rhys doesn’t even give me a moment to adjust before he’s back inside of me. Those fiery blue eyes with flecks of gold hold my gaze as he bares his wolf-like canines. Most women would be scared, but instead, it turns me on more. His brutality is sexy.
I lick my lip, trying to taunt him into kissing me.
He moves his lips to mine, kissing me first, then nipping my lip with those sharp teeth of his.
“Fuck,” I say, lifting a finger to the cut.
He groans as he plays with my breasts before licking each one in turn. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He pounds me harder, keeping one hand on my back to support me. “I need to breed that beautiful pussy of yours.”
I can’t understand why that word doesn’t freak me out. It should. He’s talking about get
ting me pregnant, but it only increases my desire. I’ve got no idea what his happening between us.
Is this some sort of vivid dream?
“No, it’s real,” he groans, kissing me again.
My mind runs wild as I try to remember whether I said that out loud. I swear I didn’t. There are so many questions I have, but all I can focus on right now is the god in front of me. His body looks like it’s sculpted from stone. I run my hands over his abs.
I feel his cock swell deep inside of me the moment I touch him. His eyes fierce as he bites his bottom lip, drawing blood.
The sight of blood usually makes me feel sick, but it doesn’t right now. It makes him look sexier. “Fuck, your tight as hell pussy is milking me for all I’ve got,” he growls, eyes flashing even brighter. “I want you to come for me again.” He gives this demanding look that seems to be enough to send me over the edge.
Our bodies still melded together as he pants above me, thrusting hard and fast. My whole body begins to spasm as my orgasm crashes into me. My mind goes blank. My vision blurs—every muscle in my body tenses. “Fuck,” I cry out.
Rhys is quick to silence me, pressing his lips to mine. He roars into my mouth as he comes apart.
I groan as his cock seems to swell inside of me, stretching me further. He shoots rope after rope of pearly seed as deep as he can.
Our breathing is labored as we stare at each other. I could lose myself forever in his eyes. He’s looking at me with such adoration, and I can’t explain how it makes me feel. There’s no way to put it into words.
The creak of the door opening startles both of us. Rhys is quick, as he grabs me and carries me over to one corner, crouching down under something.
Suddenly, the lights flick on.
“Fuck,” someone roars. A voice I recognize well. “How the hell did you let this happen?”
“I-I thought she worked for us.”
Rhys keeps his arms tightly wrapped around me, holding my gaze. I can tell just from the look he is giving me. He’s telling me to stay quiet—some sort of weird sixth sense.
