Layan had grown accustomed to Priscilla’s unpredictable reactions, or so he thought. The least that crossed his mind was that the she-wolf was going to kiss him and more so in his state. It wasn’t that he was going to reject her, it was just that the way she was doing it was as if she knew how to do it and very well.
Where the hell had she learned so much?
With whom?
It hadn’t been with him.
He felt the wave of jealousy rise along with the wave of arousal and he adjusted his demanding mouth against Priscilla’s and thrust his tongue in seeking hers. His hand tightened on the back of her neck to keep her from escaping. Her senses were triggered as their tongues touched and even the bond between them trembled.
Layan thought her knees would buckle there inside the river but she held strong. It was a simple brush and he had to part his head to take a breath, he partly recognized it was happening. That was the reaction of a male to a she-wolf approaching heat. Luckily he hadn’t come yet because he wanted his first experience to be as special and intimate as possible.
He caressed Priscilla’s face who had her eyes unfocused and narrowed, she looked exhausted and in a trance, but she came closer seeking his lips again and he did not deny them. She smelled and felt so good against his body that he wondered what he was doing all that damn time not to attack her and have her in his bed.
Yes, he did know. Being a stubborn fucker clinging to the idea of what he thought was love and not an obsession.
He lowered his hands and propelled her upward causing her legs to wrap around his waist and settle her more against him. Her small breasts brushed his and Layan moaned against his mouth. He was aroused and he wasn’t a horny wolf, but he was hard, he was hard and it hurt. As did his fangs that begged to bite into that nape as he penetrated her and completed the bond by making her completely his.
Yes, that did need it, they needed it.
His instincts clawed inside him for it to happen. The thought of Priscilla being his made him shudder in a good way. Hades would kill him, Nebraska or to know what, the older set of siblings, he was sure to have trouble with them, but who could tell him not to complete the link.
No one.
So holding her steady by the rounded buttocks he walked to the river bank, stepping out of the river to lay her down on the bed of small, soft grass that grew around her. He let her body fall against the smaller one so that she could feel his weight and know what she was up against.
But all her progress and resolve to complete the deadline went out the window as she raised her head and saw the state of the lying wolf. His chest tightened. There were tears in Priscilla’s eyes, but she was not crying.
-Puppy what’s wrong?- she swore her voice trembled cradling her wet cheek and swiping away a tear with her thumb.
When she received no answer she realized that Priscila’s mental state at that moment was not the best, was it because of the episode where she almost crossed the line of madness? So what was tormenting her so much? Was it his fault? Was it her previous rejection?
Questions were forming in her body and she didn’t know how to search for answers to them, but she didn’t have time for that now. He leaned down and kissed his she-wolf’s forehead.
-I’m here. You don’t have to worry. Just relax and let me take care of you,- he murmured against her fur.
It took a few short minutes but apparently those words were beginning to enter her head and Priscilla’s body gradually relaxed. Layan gently caressed the flat belly seeking to soothe her. He went down again and kissed her lips this time, at least from these if she had a response, it was as if what responded in her was the wild part and instinct to reproduce.
Seeing this Layan knew it was not a good time to complete the liaison. Consent was needed from both parties in this when he would knot inside her and their bodies and minds would be one, and Priscilla was not in a position for that now.
For the moment he would merely attend to her and pamper her as he did as he stroked the curve of her narrow waist feeling her shiver beneath him and not from cold. His big alpha body regulated her body temperature making it warmer so she wouldn’t be cold.
-Still – he combed Priscilla’s soaked bangs back and stood admiring the she-wolf’s beautiful features. He had had them in front of him for so long and had never stopped to admire them in such detail as he did now. She smiled. No wonder the wolves in her pack kept gawking at her in secret.
Without fading his smile he traced the edge of her face, placing small kisses on the delicate fur. Slowly he moved down to her neck where the vein was throbbing wildly and he nipped at it with his fangs. A soft moan came from Priscilla and Layan reacted to it.
Holding back was not part of his wild, rebellious nature. He preferred to give free rein to all his desires especially when it came to sex. Would Priscilla be able to follow him? He hoped so, because he was really hard, perhaps because he already recognized the attraction he had for the she-wolf.
One of his hands moved upward cradling the breast and squeezed the delicate nipple between his fingers. Priscilla’s back arched more she couldn’t rise much because of the body above her and between her legs but she did feel that warm thing rubbing against her abdomen.
A gasp escaped her lips and Layan smiled at her response. The sensation felt similar to the alpha, it was as if the whole thing had already happened. He wondered what he was doing to his she-wolf during those nights he couldn’t remember.
Was it this… he moved his hips forward.
His member rubbed against the soft, wet lips between the female muscles. They both moaned. Priscilla’s arms wrapped around Layan’s neck and pressed against him. She was trembling so much that the alpha thought something was wrong with her but her scent told him it was not. Just as he was responding to her body’s stimulation.
He moved his hips again enjoying the delicious sensation. It was gentle, nothing rough even though that was what he wanted. It was not his intention to turn this into a simply sexual scene. He wanted her to stop thinking about whatever it was that was stressing her out. Priscilla had not been quiet the last few days and that worried him more than he would like.
He began to move his hips in a steady motion, allowing her the time to enjoy the friction between them. The female legs wrapped around his buttocks squeezing him as did her arms. Layan sought her lips and began to devour them.
Both their bodies shuddered at every stimulation. He wasn’t penetrating her even though he only had to make one effective movement for the delicate walls to envelop him and still he felt in heaven. Especially since Priscilla’s defenses were down and she was giving herself to him, boosting his alpha ego. It wasn’t submission , it was something more special.
He pressed her even tighter against him if possible spraying his pheromones all over the she-wolf marking her with his scent everywhere. Her hips rubbed faster. The moans from both of them intensified. Her fangs tore at the other’s lips, the crimson liquid only increased the passion between them until a growl from Layan and a high pitched moan from his partner brought them to the peak whipped by orgasm.
THE soft liquid spilled over the flat belly as the female’s delicate thighs almost convulsed under the stimulation.
Layan had to lean back on his arms to keep from falling on top of her. He released her lips that were already beginning to close and kissed her sweat-soaked forehead. The salty taste of Priscilla could even be addictive.
He smiled at her. The younger girl’s face was slightly red, she was panting and her eyes were hazy and focused on nothing but Layan was sure she had enjoyed that little intimate moment too.
-Now sleep,- he said, passing his hand over her eyes. Then Priscilla’s body relaxed and her eyelids fell heavy. Completely asleep. Layan never appreciated having a power like that before as he did now.
He pulled her into his arms and settled her on her side on the bed of leaves. He stroked the now short hair between his fingers and took to kissing the crown of her head.
-I will be with you from now on Priscilla. You said it yourself before I was born. I’m yours and it seems… you weren’t wrong… I’m yours.