The Desires of Mates

Layla

His intensity was palpable, a man who thrived in the present. I, on the other hand, was always contemplating the future, the repercussions. But oh, the way he touched me was intoxicating. His lips traced a path from my neck to the hollow of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin, hinting at a bite.

His body was flush against mine, the slight movement causing a flurry of sensations. His hand slipped into my shorts, venturing between my legs. My head hit the wall lightly. There was no concealing my arousal, the wetness that his touch and proximity elicited. A gasp escaped my lips as his fingers teased me, then slipped inside. The wetness was an open invitation.

“Mine,” he whispered against my lips.

“Yes,” I responded, my words tumbling out in a rush of desire. His lips crashed onto mine in a kiss that was both demanding and filled with lust. My inner animal was stirred, eager. I was ready to surrender to him.

I realized then that my intensity, my bravado, my defiance, was just my inner animal testing him. Gauging the limits of our newfound bond. Assessing if he was safe for someone like me. He hadn’t hurt me yet and his desire for me was still evident. Suddenly, I wanted everything my wolf wanted.

He tugged at my shorts, pulling them down. His kisses ceased, replaced by a gentle bite on my lip. Axel’s eyes, now a solid black, met mine. A distinct lycan trait.

“Off with it.” His voice was almost a growl as he twisted his hand in my shirt. I pulled it over my head, not realizing how quickly things were progressing. As I removed my shirt, Axel was already on his knees, pulling off my shorts.

I was bare underneath. I nearly slid down the wall as he positioned himself between my legs. Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and began to explore. This was pure animalistic desire, devoid of rational thought. I accepted his invitation to let my inner animal take over.

“Axel…,” I started, unsure of what I was going to say next, but oh my god. I had never experienced this before. Nate had only sought his own pleasure a few times. This was a whole new level of arousal and need. Axel knew exactly how to use his fingers and tongue, finding each sensitive spot with ease.

If I thought I was wet before, I was at a loss for words now. One hand was tangled in his hair and I found it hard to breathe. My mate was exceeding all my expectations. I had thought I would just lie there and take it. I hadn’t expected to be pleasured, as it had never been like this before. That thought was clearly misguided. He was going down on me without any hesitation.

I nearly collapsed as my body unraveled. His skilled tongue and fingers were doing things to me I had never experienced before. A knot of pleasure unraveled, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. He was quick to catch me as I slid, turning me around. He pushed me back onto the bed and I sat down with a thud. He stepped toward me, pulling off his shirt. I wanted to return the favor.

I reached forward, undoing his pants before he had even removed his shirt. I pushed them down his hips. My hand wrapped around the soft, velvety flesh of his hard arousal. I made sure to maintain eye contact as I leaned forward to taste my mate. To pleasure him. I started slow, using my tongue to coax his body to respond like he had done to me. I wanted him to know that I would reciprocate his generosity.

He let out a low moan of pleasure, his hand finding its way to my hair, guiding me to move faster. I relaxed my throat, taking him in fully as he silently demanded. I let him take control and that seemed to excite him even more. Me surrendering control to him. Control over the pace, over how hard or fast he moved in my mouth. His taste coated my tongue and when he suddenly stopped me, I knew he was close.

“You wicked little female,” he said, his voice deeper. I sucked as he pulled back, and I saw his jaw clench. The heat in his gaze reignited my arousal. I wasn’t prepared for how quickly he flipped me over. It was swift and a bit rough. He held the back of my neck, pressing my upper body down onto the bed. My feet were just touching the floor.

“Spread your legs, sweetness. Show me where you want me.”

I complied, shifting my position. He pulled me forward a bit more, my hips barely off the bed. He slid into me without any hesitation. I was already so wet and ready, it felt amazing. The sensation of him filling me completely, stretching me to the brink of discomfort, was exactly what I wanted. I was a lustful animal with him, just as he wanted. One hand was still tangled in my hair, the other on my hip.

“I’m going to punish your tight little body with mine.” He leaned over me for a moment. I glanced over my shoulder, my face pressed against the bed. He kissed my bare shoulder, and I could see the sharpness of his teeth.

“I want to do so many things to you. Watch you writhe beneath me and beg for more as I sate myself in your heat.” He bit into my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin. My body clenched around his. I saw him close his eyes, savoring the sensation.

“You say if it hurts if I get too rough, yes?” It was more of a command than a question. I nodded in response.

“Good girl.” He bit down hard into my shoulder, marking me, and thrust himself into me. I cried out at the sensation. He held me like that for a moment, then leaned back up to start a hard, fast rhythm. The friction of his body moving inside mine had me moaning and clutching the sheets. The sounds I made would have made a prostitute blush.

He made sure to thrust as deep as he could each time. The sensation of his body filling mine so completely brought me to the edge quickly. Especially when I felt the thickest part of him push into me. The realization that once I was in heat, he could knot me, pushed me over the edge. I was experiencing so many firsts. The thought of Axel mating me, of making me take it and his body locking with mine to fill me with his seed was incredibly erotic.

I cried out into the bed as I climaxed. My body tightened around his. The sound of our bodies colliding was sharp. But he was quick to flip me onto my back and pin me down, taking me just as hard, just as fiercely. This time, he was looking down at me as he did so.

It was starting to border on a sweet pain. I didn’t stop him. I just relaxed a bit more into it and swallowed as his hand slid around my throat, gripping it slightly. His thrusts slowed a bit, but each movement was deep and purposeful.

“You’ve no idea how badly I just want to tie you to this bed. Keep you right here for my pleasure.” His grip tightened and I moaned, even as I felt a bit lightheaded. Intense was an understatement for him. I could feel that he was holding back. That this was not as intense as he could get. My body tightened around his.

I saw him close his eyes and quicken his pace. I moved with his thrusts, my breasts bouncing with each movement. His gaze moved down, pausing to watch their motion, then lower down my stomach before watching his body plunge into mine. I arched my back with a strangled sound. His grip tightened considerably, but his movements were almost frantic.

He buried himself fully inside me, releasing his seed. The warm sensation filled me and he let out a satisfied sound. His hands moved to grip mine, stretching me out beneath him as his body pressed down on me. He kissed me deeply, demanding. I surrendered to him, meeting his kiss and sinking into his hold.

“I fear I’ll get nothing done now that I’ve found you.” He growled against my mouth. My breathing was still elevated.

“Why is that?” I asked as he moved, his mouth trailing down my throat to my chest.

“The reason is still buried between your legs, sweetness,” he said before gripping my breast and sucking the taut peak. I let out a small sigh. I could already feel his body responding to mine.

Was it wrong that I hoped he would keep doing this to me all night, rather than deal with the fact he’d actually kidnapped me and held me here? Maybe the real reason was that I didn’t feel like I had a home to go back to and he seemed willing to offer it.