Surrendering to desire

Chapter 41

Lucia Lorenzo's POV

Although I wanted to take back what I had said, I knew he would respond in this way. His canines are outstretched, and his eyes are glittering like gold as I tilt my head up. At the sight, my wolf purrs. By displaying his strength, he is assuring Ava that he is a worthy partner.

He doesn't alert me to anything. His teeth punctured my mark, sending a surge of pleasure through me that only intensified the pounding in my heart.

"Lucia, do you want to talk like a slut? Since you'll be regarded as one then," he murmurs in my ear. Even though I know he says things out of anger, I can't help but feel encouraged by what he says.

"Yes," I groaned, letting him taste the blood that seeped from my neck. His startled eyes enlarged.

I'm shocked too; I never imagined that his remarks would turn me into such a hot mess. He flips me around and throws me over his shoulder in an instant. He uses his werewolf speed to get us to his residence quickly. The chill wind blowing across my skin blurs everything. We arrive at his house quickly, which I will always find breathtaking because it resembles my ideal home.

He puts me on my feet and leads the way up to his bedroom.

My heart continued to race even after I gave it a moment to slow down. Blaine will be on me in a second, so I don't have time to take in my surroundings.

His palm brushes against my mark then rises to grasp my hair. When his mouth closes on mine, the space between us disappears. We've had kisses in the past, but not quite like this. We are massaging each other's tongues, and my lips are tingling. Blaine presses his lips into mine, and I raise my hands to his neck. He bites my lower lip before he pulls away.

"You don't know what you got yourself into mate, because I plan on ravaging you until there's nothing left."

My sports bra gets torn down the center when he shoves me into the bed. I treat his pants the same way. I can see it in his eyes; they glint, reminiscent of a predator. He looks away from me to focus on my breasts. His hands are massaging the left, while the right one ends up in his mouth.

"Oh my God, Blaine!" I sigh and thrust my hips forward. Against me, I sense his smile.

His tongue moves from my breast to my stomach, planting a peppermint kiss there instead. I lift my body slightly and bide my time until he reaches his target. He treats my spandex as though it offends him, and it ends up in the same place as my bra. His lips are going to be on me in an instant, so I don't have time to realize that I'm completely nude in front of him.

His tongue traces my clit, and I sigh out. At first, his strokes are sluggish, but they quicken, and I keep getting wetter.

"Blaine, fuck, please!"

He yanks open his mouth. I weep.

"What was that?" With a brazen tone in his voice, Blaine asked. I almost gave a frustrated huff.

"Please."

"That's right, my little slut likes to be fucked by my tongue," he continues. He resumes his ravishing of me. His tongue keeps trying to get into me and then returns to my clitoral area. My orgasm is starting to creep up my spine since I'm so near the edge.

"Yes!" I let out a cry. His tongue continues to stroke my clitoral area while his middle finger caresses my opening, gathering my slickness before he thrusts it inside of me. It's excessive, his tongue, his finger, his words, him.

I sigh as I experience an orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, making me feel like I'm on another planet. Breathless after my release, I panted. Blaine approaches and presses his lips on mine. As he sweeps his tongue over my mouth, I can taste myself on it.

He said, "You're a vision when you come," pressing his lips to mine. I believe I flushed.

Telling him, "I want more," although the head he gave me was incredible, there was only one thing that would satisfy the yearning inside of me.

He brushes the hair off my face and raises my chin so that I am staring at him.

How come? My friend is so attractive that it's difficult to see past his toned physique.

"There is no turning back if we take this action. He promises, "I'll never let you go; you are mine forever." He wants to warn me, but it works oppositely.

"Would you let me go now?" I inquire.

"Not a chance," he smiles in response.

Telling him, "I want you, Blaine," I lift my hips and press my face into his cock.

He positions himself at my door. His cock's head rubs across my lips, collecting my perspiration on it. As he presses into me, he looks directly into my eyes. It hurts at first, but eventually it stops.

I told him, "Okay, that's not too bad." In answer, he furrows his brow.

"I'm not even halfway in yet."

My eyes enlarge with shock. He inserted his dick deep into me before I had a chance to respond. My eyes prickle with tears as I get used to the discomfort.

He kisses me after wiping my tears away. It's unlike any other kiss we've had; it's slow and soft.

"Are you ok?"

I give a nod.

He takes a step backward and then pushes himself back in. I sigh as the pleasure intensifies. He keeps pushing, but he moves slowly, and I can tell he's holding back.

"More," I responded to him.

He quickens his speed. The sound of slapping is audible to me as we keep connecting. Blaine puts his face down so that our noses are in contact, clutching my neck. He simply stares at me while I sigh with pleasure and long for another burst of energy.

"You love being fucked by my cock, don't you?"

"Yes," I sigh. Goddess, I adore his conversational style.

Please say "Blaine." He roars and uses one hand to gain leverage on the headboard. With his other hand, he reaches up to my back and gently lifts me. His cock pressed against the ideal area inside my body at an angle. His blows get more intense, the sound of his slaps is nearly ferocious, and he still fucks me without showing any pity.

"Blaine I'm not able to," I stammer. It is both too much and insufficient at the same time.

"You'll be able to," he says firmly.

He takes a moment to slow down, and then, just when I think he can't possibly get any faster, he does. As he provides my body with what it so desperately needs, I'm a mess of whimpers and moans. Deep down, I can feel every thrust as our bodies continue to move in perfect unison.

My claws grow longer, and I itch my way down his back, leaving angry, dark scars. Blaine puts his hands around my hands and hisses. As he strokes into me, one hand holds my claws away from him, and the other grips my hip.

It's nose-to-nose between us. As he continues to fuck me, we share every breath. My groans become gasps. He just grabs my hands tighter when I try to free them to touch his face. I fixed my gaze on him, and he returned the same intense look.

"That's my dirty little slut."

I'm not sure if his comments or his thrusts are what push me over the line, but I end up there. I fear I could pass out from coming so darn hard. His sperm shoots into my womb after he pumps into me a couple more times. He lets out a final groan of satisfaction.

Our sex is animalistic and dirty, but it's perfect.

Blaine collapses next to me and draws me into his arms. My eyelids flutter shut from the tiredness that slams my body in full force. It might just be my weariness, but I think I feel Blaine kiss the back of my head as I slip away into a lovely slumber with the smell of pine surrounding me.