Devoured

I have nothing to say. Nor did Creed as we were busy letting our bodies talk. His touch was yearning for me, which was shocking, but not as much as my reactions.

Of course, I knew that I would enjoy seeing him in that state, but I never expected that I would enjoy, being touched by any man. Not just any man, but this cruel, merciless werewolf.

It wasn’t that long when I would cringe at the mere touch of any man, but it is now happening, I am letting him devour me.

His hands roamed around me, and although I teased and urged him about it, I was expecting this to come to an end, like someone intervening, like Ravena.

“You keep on looking at anyone but me..” Creed mumbled, “Focus on me, Nyra..”

The intense stare he was giving me was enough to melt me, and the warmth of his body was also heating me.

He planted his lips on mine rather harshly, and I succumbed, bracing myself for the worse.

I think I am regretting it now. The version of myself a few hours ago shouldn’t have teased him too much. Now look at myself, couldn't properly stand up without his big hands supporting my plump ass.

“Oh,” I let out a yelp, as his hand reached those, massaging it while his other hand traveled higher to caress my waist. Creed looks like he doesn’t have any plans of stopping now.

I am not liking this anymore, knowing that I am not the one lending and in charge. This is getting out of my control.

“Oh, I thought you liked this? Where’s the Nyra that’s teasing me?”

I lightly hit him in the arm, “Oh, please, is this the only thing that you could do?”

I shouldn’t have said that. I wish I could turn back time, but it has already been said. With his big arms, Creed swept me off my feet in one full swing. I feel like I am a bag of meat being carried around. I was faced with his back muscles as his hands were grabbing my legs.

He then started to move ahead, and my line of sight was getting shaky.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” I asked, gripping his neck and preventing myself from falling face flat to the ground.

“You’ll see.” Was his only reply as he was focused on getting us out of there.

Since he was not wearing anything on top of him, my nails had dug deeper into his neck. I was sure that I left some scars on him, which I know might not even affect him that much or it might have felt just like an ant’s bite, and I paused, checking his reaction if I had perhaps offended him.

Expecting a full glare or scowl, what he gave me struck me. It was a full cheeky grin.

“Oh kitten, we haven’t even started and yet you are already getting into action.”

His tone sent cls down my spine, but not the scared one. If anything, it made me eager.

I couldn't stop myself from pushing my face to him and smacking my lips to his. He almost lost balance but he managed to lean by the tree as he made out with me.

“Getting impatient, are we? I thought I was the one in a rut here?”

I just moaned in reply, too busy kissing him as I trailed my lips to his neck and his chest.

He tensed under my touch and released a heavy breath, “Ah fuck….”

I smiled against our kiss, “Yes, fuck. Let’s do that. Here.”

He suddenly stopped kissing me, “No, wait until I take you to it.”

“What it?” I asked, feeling a bit disappointed that we were wasting our breath talking when we could use it in other naughty ways.

“We are nearing the humans’ territory...I wanted to take you in a mini house first.” Cred answered, and I sighed, nodding. Silence fell to us as he continued walking, the mood still high with tension, but me being a bit disappointed that it had to be cut off, with me resting on his shoulders. He was walking around as if I didn’t even weigh that heavily. He’s making it look like I am a light feather when back in my old pack, I was considered one of the biggest and heaviest she-wolves there, even up to par with my alpha father.

As we were walking, I was clinging to his body desperately, my feet were circling him so in between my thighs, I could feel a hardwood poking me. Each step he took, hit my spot and I fought the urge to let out a moan.

I looked into his face, but he didn’t have any reaction. Did he feel it too? Fuck, I wasn’t even that turned on earlier. The anti-tip and the waiting only made me worse.

He caught me staring, “What?”

“Something’s poking me.” I brought it up, and he nodded.

“Yes, and later, it’s not just gonna poke you, it’s gonna enter you,” Creed said with a. straight face. He didn't even stutter, as if saying those were natural to him.

While I had to double-take, blink, and reflect on what I heard he said.

Did Cred just tell me those words? I couldn’t believe how dirty his words could get..still in shock so this is how he gets when he is in a rut…. Mea I admit that I am not that innocent myself but the ever-serious and cold-hearted Ravager is right in front of me, doing unexpected things that excite me…

What if other she-wolves were around him at this time? I couldn’t help but suddenly feel jealous and angry at the times when I wasn’t there... I should be the one relieving him….

He suddenly stopped walking a few minutes later in silence, ‘We’re here.”

I saw the house he was talking about. It was a simple wooden house filled with coconut trees as its roof, and the walls had a weak structure that I am afraid one strong wind might sweep it.

“It’s a farmer's resthouse We are nearing the tropical region,” he explained, looking at me.

I nodded, “Alright, let’s get down to business then.”

We started kissing again as Creed walked us into the runny and old house. He pinned me against the wall, my back hitting the cold hardwood and I groaned.

“Ah, Creed,” I mumbled, groaning under him. Of course, I didn’t want to back down in a fight too so I pushed him to the wall, springing him.

“Did you think you’re the only one who could do that?”

He smirked, “you’r turning me on, Nyra.”

“I know I do..” His mouth was pressed o my boobs now, s he played with them like marbles, his other hand traveling down to my shorts and entering my underwear to reveal my wet mound.

“You’re so wet…is this my effect on you?”

I nodded, grabbing his member, “This is your fault…your member kept on hitting it earlier when you were carrying me.”

He smiled, “I’m glad it was effective.”

So he was doing that purposely?

I didn’t have the time to complain as his hands were bus fondling my breast. my hands were gripping his hair tightly as he massaged me down there. He was gentle at first, and when he got used, he started thrusting his hands harshly, his lips guiding mine from not screaming too much.

“Come on, stop teasing me and put it in,” I mumbled, feeling tingly all over.. I feel like his rut had affected me so much that he passed it onto mee too. I feel like a bich in heat, hungry for her mate...thirst for her mate to fill her all the way up until nothing is left.

Creed looked at me warily, as if I was saying something that was not what I intended, "I need to prepare your hole first.”

But I am still focused on my belief, “I think I can take you now.”