*Danika*
I gasped, shoving my fingers into his locks and tugging at them mindlessly as he continued kissing me. His hand traveled to my chest and palmed my breasts, fondling them to evoke a throbbing sensation between my legs. I moaned into our lips, giving him room to plummet his tongue down my throat.
“So sweet,” he mumbled, retrieving his hand to push away the restraint of my frontal and went on to push his hand into my gown, prodding aside my bralette to cup my breast. I arched my chest into his hand, letting him have more room in my inner space, craving things that were out of this world.
Alonso brings out the worst in me. Anytime he touches me, I can’t help the feelings that run through me. It makes me behave like a wanton, desiring dark things and craving punishment like the slave he called me. I tore away from him, stood, and straddled him. I grabbed his face and meshed my lips back to his, my hands going about his head to drag him close.
He held my waist and began grinding me on him. By now, his manhood was hard beneath me and nudging my private part, provoking more wetness and discomfort that needs to be assuaged.
“Please…” I begged for things I couldn’t mention. “Please… Alonso.” My hand went to grab his, pushing it down my feminity for him to get the point.
He tore his lips away from mine and looked me in the eyes, his eyes now foggy and filled with dark lust. His wolf eyes had fully surfaced and his fangs elongated as he took me in. “What do you want, Danika? Say it!” he ordered, pinching my nipple.
I cried out, my eyes working to stay alert as much as I fought to close them.
“Open your eyes and answer me! Do you want me to whip you in public?!”
I shook my head frantically in response. As much as I desired to have his hand about me doing dirty things to me, I couldn’t bear the humiliation of being whipped where anyone could walk in and see me in my most vulnerable period.
“Then say!”
“I want you! I want your hand all over me. Here!” I picked his hand and guided it to my private part, blushing when I saw a smirk spread on his sweet face. If I wasn’t drowned in a sea of passion, I would have swapped that victory glint off his face.
However, he didn’t touch me, instead, he stood with me, dropped me on the couch, knelt in front of me, his eyes still pinned on me, and began pushing my gown up. I kept panting with perpetual need, common sense evading me.
“You want my lip down here, Munchkin?” he asked in the sweetest voice any man can have in a time like this.
I nodded energetically, still panting, using my elbows to support myself on the couch with my legs held wide to him.
He smirked once more, reached inside, and gradually pulled my thong out to inhale it deeply, his countenance morphing into something sensational. I literally missed cumming off by his looks alone.
“I like your lavender scent, baby, it drives me wild and makes me want to do very nasty things to you, you have no idea,” he crooned, flinging the pants to the table and in a flash yanking me forward until my pussy was glaring at his face. Still, I felt no shame.
“Let’s take care of you, baby.” He winked at me and buried his head between my legs.
I cried out, flung my hand to my mouth to quell the horrid sound and let my head fall back as tears formed, almost spilling out. They were tears of delight.
“Yes, yes!” My hand flew to his head to hold him down as he swiped his tongue up and down my blood-filled clit, his thumb pressing into my entrance. How could he be so good? How could he be so perfect?
“Scream as much as you want, baby. No one would hear you!” he encouraged, opening the barrel of absurdity in me to overflow. I removed my hand from my mouth and dropped back on the couch and let the tears flow as I shook from his assault. It was persistent, the outcome mounting and threatening to explode. “I’m so close! So, so close,” I said as I screamed into the night, trembling so hard I feared I would pass out with too much good sensation.
He stopped and I hissed, bringing down my face to glare at him in revolt.
He chuckled lowly. “I like how you look now baby, makes me want to take you. To have my mark brandished on your body that no one would miss seeing it come morning. You make my wolf so happy baby, you have no idea how much.” The more he said those nasty words to me, the wetter I got- the more I wanted those rosy well-shaped lips busy doing things more important than talking.
He heaved me closer to his face and kept going, only stopping to blow a gust of air on my entrance which broke the last restraint I had and I went rambling nonsense, as I trembled and splattered my essence on him.
Slowly, he kept rubbing me until I relaxed, and he stood to pick me up from the couch. I was very vulnerable presently and only danced to his tone. He placed his lips on mine and we kissed slowly, the taste of me still very prominent in his breath.
“You liked that?” he whizzed with a slight tease in his voice. I nodded, not giving a fig to what he thought. I enjoyed myself and he is my mate, so technically I’m entitled to it.
“Are you listening to my thoughts now?” I asked, brushing his tousled hair back his head into a slick bun, ever slowly.
“Mmm… Nope.” He closed his eyes, taking my hand to kiss my knuckles. “We did something very intimate, so our bond is very potent now. You can’t blame me.”
I nodded, wishing I could hear his thoughts too. I have seen my wolf and we have mated so why can’t I? I decided to ask him. “Why can’t I hear yours?”
He looked up lazily. “You haven’t seen your wolf, why should you?”
I cocked a brow. “Are you serious right now? I thought you said you know everything about me. How come you didn’t know that very important detail?”
“Maybe because I chose not to believe it.”
“You don’t want to believe I have seen my wolf?”
“Maybe… Look Munchkin, let’s not talk about these right now, okay. Let’s just relish the present, so when we leave here, we go home with the sweet memories. Alright?”
How I wanted to counter him. I was hurt he doesn’t believe I have seen my wolf, but he was right. I don’t want us to fight after sharing something that special. I will save this fight for another day. Maybe it is part of the reason he still doesn’t see me fit to be his Luna. The sooner he knew I had my wolf, he might give me a chance.
“To calm your nerves and answer your question, the main reason you don’t hear my thoughts is that I have not fully accepted you… Don’t fight me. I am just answering your question. If I accept you as my Luna Queen now, you will be opportune to hear at least 60% of my thoughts unless I block you from hearing them.”
More hurtful words and yet I will choose to pay deaf ears. Instead, I chose a safe way out. “That means I can block you from hearing my thoughts?”
“Smart one, Munchkin. However, I think I have something that a smart mouth of yours should be busy doing.” He hefted me off to my knee and pushed out his waist on the couch, giving me the signal to go ahead.
My mouth watered, becoming nervous when I recollected what happened the last time. I wouldn’t want to flop or do something horrible again. I swallowed my fears and removed the belt from his trouser in slow motion.
When the belt came off I started unzipping his trousers, freeing the monster huddled within. It was stone hard and couldn’t wait to bounce out, his precum glistening in the low light.
I took it and rubbed, Alonso, making a low sound, which stopped with a certain suddenness. He pushed back and concentrated which meant he was interacting with someone through his link.
After what seemed like ages, he returned back and bent to help me up from the ground. “We have to leave immediately.”
“What’s the problem?” I asked, picking up my panties from the table and sharply putting it on, eyeing him.
“I just got a link from home. It’s urgent.” He has gone back to his shell once more. It irked me while I worried about what could possibly be wrong. I hastened with my dress and accepted his hand to lead me out of the booth.
When we got outside, the car was already in front of the restaurant which means he had linked Luther before our arrival. While I entered the car, I had this unsettling sensation that someone was watching us. I merely looked at him before he joined me, and I didn’t want to raise a false alarm by telling him.
But somehow, I knew indeed there was another pair of eyes that was observing us. I hope this date doesn’t cause us trouble.
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