STARLETTE
His delicious kisses trailed down my neck, lingering on the spot where he would mark me. My core tightened in anticipation.
“Maxim-” My words were cut off by a gasp as he abruptly pulled me up, cradling me effortlessly in his strong arms. Our lusting eyes locked as he walked to the bed and tossed me onto it. His gaze blazed with lust, his animalistic side fully awakened.
Within seconds, he was on the bed with me, ripping my little black dress off. It was one of my favourite outfits, but in that moment, I couldn’t care less about losing it. I just wanted to feel his hands on me, his cock in me. Damn, I wanted him so badly. And from the look in his eyes, he was just as desperate for me.
My bra and panties were not spared; they were also ripped off so swiftly. His lips reunited with mine, and his warm, rough kisses sent my senses into an overdrive. Slowly, those delicious kisses trailed down to my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple before fully taking it into his mouth. He sucked so gently while his fingers played with my other nipple. My pussy quivered in response, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I tried to stifle my moans but failed miserably.
He kissed his way back up to my neck, grazing his fangs over my skin.
“Mine,” A low growl erupted from him, and I knew at once that his wolf Nile had surfaced.
His mouth returned to my breasts, alternating between them as he sucked, making sure none was left out. My moans were uncontrollable as I urged him to take me already.
“Fuck me,” I moaned loudly. The way he sucked my boobs was so damn good, making my pussy hot, tight, and wet in need of him.
Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach. Before I could process what was happening, he angled my legs, lifting my hips so that I was on my knees while my chest remained pressed to the bed. His warm lips met my hot, wet pussy, his tongue plunging into me furiously, flicking and swirling in ways that had me crying out in pleasure.
“Fuck! Damn!” My scream was loud enough to wake a dead man. “Max-” I trailed off, too overwhelmed with pleasure to finish my sentence.
His tongue glided back and forth on my vulva, licking me like ice cream. I wanted to feel him inside me already. I wanted more, craved for more, desperate for more.
He suddenly paused, and I made to turn to ask him, no beg him to continue, when I suddenly felt his hard length rub against my vulva, and in an instant, he pushed inside me in one powerful trust. I gasped.
Electricity jolted through my entire body, and my eyes rolled over as he began pumping into me. The thrusts started off slow before they grew faster and faster, unleashing the beast in him.
“You sexy little thing,” he growled, his voice filled with raw pleasure.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the intensity of the pleasure held my tongue, and loud moans came out instead. Moans so loud that anyone passing would hear, but I didn’t care.
He suddenly pulled out, and for a brief moment, fear surged through me, thinking he was stopping just when my enjoyment was at its peak. But then he flipped me onto my back and entered me again, his lust-filled eyes pinned on mine as he continued thrusting, each stroke designed to drive me wild.
Every single nerve in my body danced with pleasure, and subconsciously, my claws extended, digging into the skin on his back.
He groaned deeply, leaning down to slightly sink his fangs into my neck. Not deep enough to mark me, but enough to leave me trembling.
“Do it,” Iris surfaced, urging him to mark us. To claim us.
But he didn’t. Instead, he licked the trickle of blood from my neck. In that instant, a loud growl erupted from him, and the thrusts came to a sudden stop, bursting his nuts inside me.
My eyes rolled back as my pussy pulsed, expelling a milky liquid.
He collapsed beside me, our breathing heavy and in sync as we tried to recover from the intensive pleasure. We went again, not once but three more times, until I finally drifted off to sleep, naked in his arms.
***
“Look at him. The mighty Northern Alpha King,” a voice sneered.
Terror gripped me, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I watched the horrifying scene before me.
Maximus lay sprawled on the ground, his body covered in deep sword wounds. His face was swollen, bruised, and a bloody mess. Almost unrecognizable. His chest rose and fell weakly as he struggled to breathe, his injuries refusing to heal.
Wolfsbane.
A tall, unfamiliar man stood over him, his sword pointed directly at my mate. The power radiating from this man was strong and would have intimidated me if I wasn’t scared for my mate.
“I’ll kill you,” Maximus rasped, his voice barely audible, weak.
The man laughed mockingly. “You still have the strength to talk? Beg for your life, and maybe-just maybe-I’ll spare you.”
He smirked cruelly as he added. “Not without plucking out your eyes, cutting off your tongue, and severing your ears, though. Rendering you useless.”
“Fuck you!” Maximus spat bitterly.
Gathering the last of his strength, he forced himself to stand, attempting to charge at the man. But before he could swing his sword, the man plunged his blade deep into Maximus’s stomach, twisting it with brutal force. Maximus choked on his own blood, his eyes glazing over as his body stiffened.
The man shoved him, and Maximus fell backward, lifeless, motionless. Just, dead.
“No!” I screamed, my voice tearing from my throat in agony.
Suddenly, I jolted awake, my heart hammering in my chest. I looked around and realised I was still in the bed where I had slept, drenched in sweat.
Maximus was beside me, instantly alert, his eyes filled with concern. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Filled with fear, I quickly observed him, roaming my hands all over him. And when I was sure he was unharmed, not the bloody mess as I had seen, I let out the longest breath of relief.
It was just a nightmare.
“What happened?” Maximus asked again, worried.
“I had a nightmare,” I breathed. “A terrible one.”