She was stuffed full of him, bent over on display, and ripe and ready for the taking. A perfect mate for a wolf that was on the verge of losing all of his senses... or at least, she had to assume he was on the verge of it, given how he was currently growling. If she looked back at him now, it was almost guaranteed his eyes would be glowing...
He pulled out of her slowly, almost dragging, as though creating friction against every single nerve ending inside of her, drawing bumps to her skin and making her shiver. He didn’t pull out all the way, but instead pushed back in just as slowly, almost achingly slowly. He was making her feel it all, feel every last inch of him, all of the stretch and all of the burn.
In and out, slowly, with purpose. She shuddered more than once, amazed at how this slow pace could make her feel entirely on edge.
She was breathing harder with every pass, and when one pass had her moaning and shivering straight through it, he stopped, his cock stretching her and stuffing her while he bottomed out.
The urge to ask him what he was doing was there, but he seemed to have a plan, and she was simply along for the ride. It had been her journey for weeks, her journey of self-discovery. Now, it was his journey of discovering every inch of her.
His hand moved to her hip, then to her belly, and then lower, down to where they were joined. It was almost a little awkward, given the angle he was working from, but he seemed to have no difficulty at all finding his destination. His fingers pressed against her clit, rolling it twice, and then he was spreading his fingers, rubbing on either side of it.
“Oh, fuck—” she gasped, amazed at the sudden increase in pressure, both from the outside and the in. She struggled to breathe, the position making it somehow worse, and then his other hand returned to her ass, his thumb inching closer to touching the other hole.
It was overstimulation of the finest order, in a way she had never imagined and never could have achieved on her own. He had been edging her, edging her so well that she hadn’t even realized it until now, when he was sending her over the edge.
And hewassending her over the edge. He was sending her over so hard, she was still going forward, yet to even reach the fall. Sending her so hard, her mind was racing as she waited for it to hit her.
And then it did, all at once, making her scream.
Delicious pleasure raced through her body, sending tingling sensations from her fingertips to her toes and up to her nose. She screamed again, as his thumb actually breached her asshole, while his hips began moving, pulling his cock in and out of her. And her clit, her poor clit, he didn’t let up on, rubbing and teasing and torturing her while she shaked and shuddered underneath him, unable to catch her breath as she kept gasping and moaning.
Whether it was his cum from earlier or her wetness from the edging, she didn’t know, but she felt something running down the inside of her thighs. She knew she hadn’t peed herself, so it had to be them, the combined mixture of them. His thumb left her asshole and moved to her hip, but he kept touching her clit, making her hips jerk.
Was she still screaming? Was she still breathing? Was she even still awake?
Or was she simply lost in the feeling of him, with no other sensations happening inside of her?
His other hand moved from her clit to her hips, and he drove into her, truly railing her into the countertop. He had warned her of what he was about to do, but she hadn’t understood until this moment, hadn’t realized what he was going to do, and how he was going to make her feel. Her hands moved from under her head to instead grasp at her forearms, and she dug her nails in, trying to not cry out again.
Had her first orgasm ever ended, or was this simply a continuation of it, this pleasure that was now coursing through her. She had no idea, no idea what he was doing to her body, but she wasn’t going to say stop until she was sick of him, sick of his touch.
He had promised to fuck her on and against every surface, and they only had one more day to enjoy this, so...
She moaned his name as he moved a hand into her hair, gathering it up into a ponytail in his hand and tugging, just enough that she was forced to come up for air. She gasped, then screamed again, screamed his name while he kept going.
If this was what the fire that had been burning inside of her for so long wanted most, she could understand her pyromaniac tendencies, because this was a perfect way to die—on her soulmates cock, screaming his name, while he fucked her to death.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter 31
Havingsexconstantlywithyour soulmate was exhausting...
Except not.
It was the strangest thing—her entire body ached, and she felt exhausted in mind, body, and spirit, but then she looked at him again, and she felt a yearning inside of her that could only be sated by his hands running up and down her body and her hands clinging to him as he hoisted her up once more and drove into her. She hungered for him in a way she had never known possible, needing to touch him, to explore him, to press and rub against him, even when she was so tired she could barely think, let alone move.
And he seemed the same. They would fall apart after another round, his body landing just to the side of hers, and they would smile at one another, and close their eyes, expecting to fall asleep... only to feel the urge again.
Whether it was her magic rearing its currently ugly head or his wolfish need to please and breed his soulmate or simply them and their desire for one another, Violet didn’t actually know.
All she knew was that every moment, every touch, was overwhelming and amazing and empowering and—
She was going to run out of positive adjectives if she wasn’t safe.
The only eventual solution was that they both pull on clothes, because at least that way, it would take them a few extra minutes to get to one another. Violet donned one of Henrik’s t-shirts from the drawer in her childhood dresser while Henrik pulled on the sweatpants Mardoc had left him, and together, they ventured downstairs to glance through the food Mardoc had left them hours before.
Was the food safe, after sitting out for so long? Probably not, but it was the middle of the night, or maybe even early morning, and she was too hungry, and thirsty, to care.