Chapter 30

Caturix was rooted to the spot, facing Shemika. Their hands were both on either side of his cherished photograph, yet neither of them spoke. It was as if their silence was a shield against the urges stirred by Shemika’s heat. A single word would shatter the tranquility.

Her scent had reached him, her heat was clouding his senses, and Caturix, who had the strongest of wills, was struggling. He stood next to the window, one hand still against the glass. He mustered his remaining strength to close the window behind him before her scent could affect the entire pack. He backed her up against her bed until the back of her knees hit the mattress and she fell back onto it.

In a flash, Caturix was on top of her. His mouth traced a path along her exposed skin as his hands worked to reveal more. He tore open her shirt, freeing her breasts for a brief moment before his hands covered them again. He kneaded them and moved his mouth down to taste her perfect nipples.

Caturix grabbed her by the waist and moved her further up the bed until he reached her tiny shorts. He gave them the same treatment as her top, ripping them down the middle along with any underwear she might have been wearing. Between fervent kisses and sucking, he asked her when her heat had started.

She was breathless and slow to respond. She had started that night but had known for nearly two days that it was coming. And soon, she would be too.

Shemika’s back arched off the bed as she climaxed. Her small, sharp nails dug into his scalp and her thick thighs tightened around his head.

Caturix had never spent much time around a she-wolf in heat. He’d caught the pheromones when he was a pup and had been healthily interested, but this was a whole new level. He couldn’t pull away. He couldn’t convince his body not to do what both his body and he himself desired.

Caturix ripped off his own clothes, leaving shreds of fabric scattered across the floor, joining Shemika’s pajama set. He climbed, completely naked, over her body and positioned himself at her entrance.

She was already wet for him, her feminine juices soaking the bed. A testament to the heat. Her body wanted to be bred, but that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted it too.

Caturix used all his willpower to stay still. He refused to enter her. “D…d-do you want me?” he asked, his whole body trembling as he fought to keep himself from entering her. Just a single movement would have him sliding into her wetness.

Shemika writhed and purred, stretching out like an animal in heat. She didn’t say anything, but her hips moved in circles, rubbing the outside of her vagina against the head of his shaft, coating him in her wetness.

As much as Caturix liked to believe he had an iron will. As much as he would’ve liked to tell people he’d resisted Shemika because she hadn’t verbally agreed to their copulation. He felt her silky lips slide across his sensitized head and lost all his restraint.

He entered her in one swift motion, all the way to the hilt.

Shemika gasped in surprise, quickly replaced by moans of satisfaction as he moved deeper. Her hips moved on their own, her hands explored his body, her legs wrapped around his back to guide his thrusts, or perhaps to prevent him from pulling back.

“Why…didn’t…you…just…tell me?” he asked between thrusts. If she’d just told him she was going into heat before it happened, he never would’ve visited her. He had a rule. He never took a woman in heat.

Her beautiful breasts bounced up and down, her nipples rubbing against his chest in the most delicious way. “I…I…you walked away!” she moaned back, pushing her breasts up against him, changing the angle of his thrusts.

Ah, damn. He had walked away in the hall and he totally didn’t seem approachable.

Caturix leaned down, grabbing the backs of her thighs as he thrust into her. “You should’ve…left a fucking note,” he growled as his thrusts increased in strength.

“Oh, totally…that’s what…I should’ve prioritized,” she snapped back, lifting her legs until they were beside her head. He didn’t even know she could do that and fuuuck did it feel good. He was so deep within her.

Caturix sat up and used her legs to hold himself up as he continued thrusting. He could see his cock through her skin, as her stomach rose and fell with each thrust.

He pushed her legs even further until they seemed behind her head. “I…don’t fuck…in heat,” he gritted out. It felt as though her pussy was sucking him in deeper.

She nodded. “Me…either.”

He let out a low moan of his own as he came deep within her, thrusting with each spurt. His hands settled on her waist as he used it to pull her closer and bury himself deeper.

Much to his surprise, his raging erection didn’t subside and neither did the incredible urge to claim her. He lifted her up to claim her mouth. Kissing, something he’d never done before his Mika, but it was indescribably addictive.

Caturix turned her until her head lay on her pillows and opened her legs again. He could see his load beginning to drip from between her rosy lower lips and tried to swallow back the possessive wave that washed over him. He climbed over her body again and entered her.

Shemika’s head fell back and her eyes rolled. She let out a stream of obscenities as he started back up his rhythmic thrusts until she was crying out as she climaxed once more.

He tried to be gentle, tried to use some sort of restraint, but it was in vain. He was just afraid of what condition his Mika would be in by the end of their sexual encounter and if she would ever forgive him.