Nicolas POV
“Where are we going, Nicolas?” As I led Zara down the empty corridor, she giggled at my side.
Her heat was intermittent, but I was able to find a technique to keep it from becoming too painful.
I spun around and jokingly pushed Zara against the wall, enclosing her and leaving wet kisses on the side of her jaw.
In return, Zara let out a beautiful moan, one that awakened my cock.
“Mate enjoys it when you touch her,” Ray mused. “She wants more. Give her more!”
“All in good time, buddy,” I replied, moving over to Zara’s ear.
“We are about to explore certain parts of this beautiful old temple,” I whispered to Zara, my voice dripping with need, expressing my intense desire for her.
“Have you explored and know where to go?” she inquired as I nibbled on her earlobe, releasing a low moan. “We will get lost!”
“Oh, baby,” I muttered, as I gently kissed her neck. “No need to worry. I know exactly where we are going…”
An hour ago, Beta John showed up. He handed me directions to some secret place inside the temple. He claims it would be the most enchanted spot we’ve ever seen, ideal for mating and marking.
“Then we had better leave,” Zara grumbled. “My heat is playing up again.”
“You know I can lend you a hand with that,” I said, kissing her slender neck and sliding down to my knees. “Do you want me to help you?”
“Here? Where everyone can see us?” She asked, bewildered.
I remained silent, waiting for her to decide.
“Oh, Goddess,” she groaned in agony. “It’s so f*cking painful.”
Zara’s complexion became pallid, her breath started racing, and sweat droplets formed on her forehead. I detested the suffering she was experiencing.
“Say the word, Zara,” I pushed. “You know I can help you.”
As she clung to my shoulder, she let out another agonizing howl.
“Help, mate!” Ray growled. “She is hurting!”
“I can’t. Not until she gives me permission, Ray!” I snapped. “I will not touch her any other way!”
“Please, please,” Zara murmured anxiously. “Make it stop! Help me!”
I carefully removed Zara’s underwear and slightly pushed her legs apart, giving me access to her delicious and delicate honey pot.
Already drenched, Zara’s scent was even more intoxicating than usual, driving my insides crazy and my cock rock hard.
“Are you ready?” I asked, swallowing hard to maintain my calm.
I promptly grabbed Zara by the hips and yoked her to me as soon as she nodded.
My mouth was on her p*ssy in an instant; I eagerly inserted my tongue into her pot, savoring her sweet secretions and titillating her bud.
Zara gasped and quickly became lost in the sensation. She quickly allowed me more access to her privates by leaning against the wall.
“Ugh, Nicolas,” Zara groaned. “Stop teasing me! Fuck me already!”
I inserted a finger into her and gently pumped it in and out. She was far too small to fit my massive cock in one sitting, so I had to start stretching her more.
“Harder, Nic-o-las, harder!” Zara swallowed her words; she was about to come. I could feel her p*ssy’s walls tightening around my fingers. “Argh, don’t stop!”
I removed my middle finger and replaced it with two fingers, which ignited an additional loud moan from Zara.
“Oh, Goddess, Nicolas!” She moaned as she wobbled unsteadily, clinging to anything she could find for support.
“That’s right, baby! Come for me,” I encouraged her, as I picked up speed. “That’s it! You are almost there!”
I licked her bud while pumping my fingers in and out of her. I was on the verge of pushing her over the edge.
“Oh, f*ck! I am coming!” Zara let out a low groan, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
A second later, Zara’s pussy walls clenched around my fingers. She remained silent for a moment before letting out another moan, and her walls began to throb around my fingers.
As she regained her breath, I slowly withdrew my fingers from her.
Zara glanced down at me, a smile forming on her lips as I licked her juices from my fingers.
“Feeling better?” I stood up and asked.
“Never been better,” she said. “The entire temple is now trembling in shock, as you have just finger-fucked me in the hallway.”
“And?” With a shrug, I inquired. “What is your point?”
“It’s a temple,” she clarified.
“Yeah,” I responded. “This implies that only a limited number of people can claim to have carried out the act at the temple.”
“What will-”
“She will understand,” I replied and winked. “Besides, Beta John knows what is going on, and he will put a good word in for us.”
“You are not helping the situation,” Zara remarked with a flushed face.
“Come on,” I said, giving her a cheeky smile. “I assure you, by the time we return to our packs tomorrow, we might have mated in every room…”
“You can’t be serious,” Zara let out a gasp. “You will get us into trouble.”
“Me?” I inquired, with an air of profound innocence.
I shifted my head down toward Zara’s ear. I delicately ran my nose down her neck, inhaling her intoxicating floral scent, which made Zara shiver. She can’t resist me anymore; she was completely smitten with me. The bond becoming stronger every second.
“I don’t think so,” I whispered. “However, it is you who is causing problems with your heat. We will have to do something about it.”
In response to my withdrawal, Zara let out a low moan, and her eyes shifted between black and gray. Kaya must be fighting for dominance.
I carefully took Zara’s hand in mine.
“Take it easy, you two,” I said, kissing the palm of her hands. “There is no need to fight. I am not going anywhere. I promise to mate with you tonight and claim you.”
A grin spread across Zara’s face as her eyes returned to their silver hue. She looked lovely when she smiled like that.
“And Kaya,” I whispered, meeting Zara’s gaze. “Ray is eager to meet you. Excitement fills his heart. I will let him out and run free after we completed the mating. Would that be to your liking? Would you like to have a little fun with Ray?”
Zara’s eyes shifted black.
“You are very kind,” Kaya remarked. “I accept your offer…”
“I am happy to hear that,” I said, and Zara’s eyes shifted back to silver.
“Now, let’s move on before I need to finger-f*ck you here again,” I said, as I bent down to pick up Zara’s lacy panties from the floor.
Zara watched me as I took a deep whiff of it and handed it back to her.
“Hold onto this,” I said while winking. “This one will tell countless stories of where it has been.”
Not pleased with what I said, Zara shook her head. Once again, she was acting like her old self.
I took her hand, and we proceeded further down the hallway before turning left to descend a flight of stairs.
A wooden door awaited us at the foot of the stairs, and a surge of exhilaration coursed through me.
Will Zara and I be able to mate, or will we face obstacles?
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