It was midnight. The night was young and so were the werewolf and his human mate who went further into the woods.
The endless night sky was filled with lost stars. She was gazing up at them as he carried her. The tall trees surrounded them. The leaves hushed a soft melody into the wind. The cold breeze kissed their hair and the nightingales seemed to sing a sweet lovely music. The forest was indeed a place for love and he brought her there to define her what love is to him.
From afar, she saw a tall tree and high above a house sat. It was a tree house. A staircase was waiting at the foot of the tree which would lead all the way to the house.
With herself in his arms, he walked up the stairs and all the way to the top. The house was beautiful. He brought her down on her feet and she gasped at the sight of the view revealed before her.
Everything was seen from there. The trees clouded near and afar but beyond the horizon was the Kingsley Mansion and from there she could see the party that was still going on. She couldn’t hear the music but it was comfortably silent where she was.
Zach was right. It did feel like home for her.
“It’s beautiful,” she muttered under her breath, still mesmerized.
Zach looked at her. “Yes,” he replied. “Very beautiful.”
Then she felt it. Tingles were crawling under her skin as she felt his lips kissing her neck. He stood behind her, his hands brushing against her bare arms.
Almost instantly, she gave his lips an open access and her back melted against his chest. He kissed down the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of sweet wetness in his wake.
“Zach,” she moaned.
Growling, he turned her around and ravaged her lips, savoring her taste. In one swift movement, he lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him like a kitten.
He swallowed her soft moans and walked into the room. He knelt in front of the bed which she didn’t notice before and sat her down on the surface.
He kept kissing her, showing her how good he was with his sinful lips. His hand on the back of her head unraveled the knot of her hair and it rolled down her back in curly waves. He gripped her hair in his hand and tipped her head back as he kissed down her throat.
Pulling back, he raised the hem of her dress upward and gently pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. He growled lowly, eyes darkening. Her ample breasts spilled out as if an offering to him.
He lowered his head and sucked on a pink nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak, making her lose her mind. His other hand fondled her other breast and her fingers came running through his hair and down his shoulders.
He sucked on each bosom giving a fair pleasure to her heaving chest. After this, he pulled away from her for a mere moment, throwing off his clothes, and stood there naked in front of her. He was so beautiful. Like a Greek God statue displayed before her. She crawled backwards on the bed as he crawled towards her.
Hovering above her, “You’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered huskily into her ear.
She didn’t say anything but he smelled her arousal growing stronger. He put his weight on his arms and descended his lips to the crook of her neck. “Were you expecting me to punish you for not wearing an underwear, Kitten?” he asked.
“N-No.”
“Then why? Tell me, little Kitten,” he demanded, darting his tongue out and sucking on the sweet spot he had found on her neck.
She trembled under his touch and moaned his name out loud. Fondling her breasts, he pulled back slightly and looked at her closed eyes.
“Tell me.”
“I… I don’t have anymore left,” she admitted, blushing furiously.
He grinned evilly and lifted her legs over his arms. Opening her legs wide, he lowered his lips on her püssy and made her scream out his name in pleasure. She arched her back and gripped the sheets in her hands.
“Zach-Oh, God.”
He drove her crazy – insane. His tongue lapped up her juices and thrust in and out of her making her world quiver and shatter. Soon she was falling apart and he watched her intently. He licked after every last bit of her release and hovered above her.
“You’re so fücking beautiful,” he growled, leaning down to kiss her deeply. His erëction brushed against her core and it sent tingles all the way to her toes. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her chest against him.
“I’m going to take you now, Kitten,” he warned stroking her cheek. “I’m claiming you as mine.”
She nodded.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Yes,” she moaned, feeling his erëction pressing against her. “I’m yours.”
Gently, he thrust his length into her. She was too tight and that left him going still. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw tightly. He waited for her to adjust until he felt her legs tightening around him and her fingernails tearing on his back silently asking for more.
He pulled out and thrust into her again. Slowly. Gently. He latched his lips on hers and swallowed her moans as he kept gently thrusting into her tight core.
“Tight,” he grunted, pulling back slightly and looking at her face. “Fück, Kitten,” he cursed. “You like that?”
She moaned her response, fingernails clutching on his back.
His thrusts went faster. Harder. Deeper. He growled lowly and buried his face at the crook of her neck. He licked her sweet spot and grazed his teeth against the love bite he painted upon her skin.
Eyes dilating, he slowly sunk down his sharp teeth then bit her. She cried underneath him but he held her tightly even as light tears escaped her eyes. He tasted her blood and he quickly licked his bite, mending her pain.
Just then, he felt her walls tightening around him. She was coming. With one last deep thrust, she came undone and he fell apart after her. He held her tight as she milked him.
“There you go,” he murmured to her neck. “Breathe, Kitten.”
She took a deep breath and her walls tightened tightly around him instinctively when she felt him slowly pulling out.
“Fück,” he cursed silently. He pulled out of her and cupped her face. “Baby, did I hurt you?”
She smiled lazily as if feeling sleepy. “No,” she whispered. “I’m fine.”
“Good.”
She frowned then blushed once she saw the evil smirk playing on his sinful lips and the way his eyes flashed something darker – something sinful.
He chuckled lowly when he saw the horror in her face. “Don’t worry, Kitten,” he assured. “There will be next time.”
She relaxed. He laid down beside her and pulled her against his side, pulling the sheets over their naked bodies. She snuggled into his arms and sighed dreamily.
He kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Kitten.”
She looked up at him. “I love you, too,” she murmured and kissed him softly on the lips.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her and stood up. She watched in utter confusion as he went towards the dark corner of the room. His naked body shone under the moonlight and she flushed slightly seeing her claw marks visible on his back.
When he came back, she sat up and the sheets fell on her waist revealing her breasts. He sat on the bed and placed a box in front of her.
It was a gift.
She covered her mouth with her hands and looked at him almost bursting in tears. She didn’t think she could love this man more than she already did. She raised on her knees and threw her arms around his neck.
“Thank you so much.”
“Happy Birthday, Kitten.”
Almost immediately, she pulled away from him and excitedly untied the ribbon that sealed the gift. Once the box was opened, she looked inside it and gasped. She looked at him and reddened.
“Brand new panties?”