The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

He got me out of my pants completely and ripped my undergarment with a crispy noise, which was satisfying, but utterly unnecessary.

I did not even bother asking him what was the point of ripping it when he could just take it off just like he did with the pants. I had been with him for long enough to know that not everything he did needed a reason, sometimes they were done on a whim and he did not care enough to think if he should do it or not. In his mind, whatever he did was right and even if it was not, he did not care.

He kissed my thighs, slowly going up. And then I felt it. His tongue was on my sensitive spot. I let out a moan as his tongue licked my clit and then over the opening. He gently licked me, as if he was worshipping my body.

But then, he suddenly pinched my clit. His gentle self subsided as he now fucked me with his tongue, without stopping. My legs felt weak. I held onto the table with both of my hands, lest my legs should give away.

"Ahh… Shit… Dem… Don't stop, damn it…!" I shouted, turning my head to him, in desperation and frustration as he stopped right before the powerful feeling built in my stomach.

He got up and smirked at me, one of his hands undoing his pants. Unbuttoning it, he lazily let them fall to his ankles. Looking at this man getting excited for me, wanting me was like a dream, a very sinful dream. He was like a perfect sculpture.

And he was also a demon. He was the demon who came into my life and drove a knife through my heart. My heart bled for him. I would bleed for him again and again. I would do everything. That was the effect of this demon.

I loved the way he was obsessed with me, the way he loved me, the way he craved me.

'Because, baby, me too.'

"I want to fuck you hard, baby. I want you to scream my name. I want you to lose your mind. The only name that will remain in your mind is my name. That's what I want," he said, grabbing my chin as he looked deep into my eyes.

I let my eyes take in the beauty of his face. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, lick his entire face. I wanted to do bad things to him. But more than that, I wanted him to do bad things to me, whatever he wanted. He knew I would let him do all he wanted with my body. He knew about the power he had on me and, probably, that was what made him so hot.

"Will you let me do it?" he asked. He knew I would. I would let him do anything, no matter when he asked, or how many times he asked.

"Yes…," I said in a whisper.

"I will mark you again and again. I will kiss you, fuck you and do whatever I want," he said dangerously. His deep voice was making me want to touch myself, which was an embarrassing thought, but really, I could not care less. "Tell me, baby, will you let me do it?"

I knew he would not hurt me. That was the reason I did not have any hesitation giving myself to his dark lust, knowing full well how crazy he would drive me, how he would fill my flesh with love marks.

"Yes. Use me," I said.

He smirked and now, tightening his fingers around my chin, he kissed me deeply. His other hand was around my chest, locking my hands. I opened my lips, inviting his tongue in my mouth. He pushed his tongue inside, ravaging as if he was claiming what belonged to him.

He let go of my chin and bit my lower lip and pulled it with his teeth, looking at me with his black eye once again. Oh, how much power did he hold over me? He could rip me apart with his eyes alone. With all the power I had, I could take over multiple Alphas at once. But this man still seemed to have a leash around my neck, ripping me apart, then pulling me back together piece by piece.

Obsession. Love. Lust. For us, they were the same thing. Now, I knew how much I craved this man's love and obsession. I did not get scared of his obsession anymore.

Well, I was kind of the same as he was, maybe not as much as him.

He pressed my head down with his hand and kissed me on the nape. It was a gentle kiss, the only gentle thing he did right before he slammed deep into me. It took me by surprise.

An animalistic cry left my mouth and I tried to throw my head back, but his hand was still there, pressing my head down on the table.

"Agh…"

He waited for an awfully long time. And just when I was going to beg him to move, he slammed into me again, taking me by surprise once more. And then, he just went on and on.

Biting into my flesh wherever he desired, playing with my breasts, and digging his nails into my hips, he moved like a crazy beast. I moaned, screamed, panted, and then just whimpered because it was just too much, yet I wanted more. I loved the sensation. One moment, I wanted to tell him to stop and let me breathe. But the next moment, I realized if he stopped, I would probably die. I needed more.

More pleasure. More pain. I wanted everything.

The sound of a beast was leaving his mouth. It was like he was not himself. He was lost within me, like the way I was lost into him. I hoped he would not find a way out, cause for hell's sake, I did not want to find my way out either.

He grabbed my throat and pulled me up. He pushed his thumb into my mouth, which I licked obediently. He started moving his hips slowly now, right when I was about to reach my first orgasm. As soon as the feeling subsided, leaving me frustrated, he started pounding inside me again. He brought his thumb out and pressed his lips on mine, pulling me in for a sloppy and hot kiss.

I felt it again. The pleasure building inside me. This time, really fast and intense. He slapped my bottom hard and as if it was a calling, I felt an explosion inside me. I threw my head back, his lips still on mine, as the intense orgasm shook me to the core.

He found his release soon, almost at the same time as me. With two hard thrusts, he poured himself into me, moaning my name. I loved it when he did it. It was just too hot and sexy and I felt proud knowing how much he wanted me, and what effect I had on him.

He placed his head on my shoulder and stayed like that for a while, slowly pulling out of me. I panted. Oh, that was intense, really intense.

He was holding me so tightly that I might melt into his arms. He was like a protective shield around me.

Doing it like this during the daytime felt a little odd. Was Dion okay with Perita? She would take care of him for sure. I just hoped she did not just play with him and let him sleep too.

"Ah?!"

Dem suddenly turned me around and grabbing my bottom, pulled me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him quickly.

He pulled me in for a kiss. The way his lips moved around me while his hands roamed my body made me want to forget everything and just enjoy this feeling.

He led his erection to my entrance and rubbed it on my sensitive part. I wrapped my arms around him tightly in anticipation. He broke the kiss and I took the opportunity to hide my face on the side of his neck.

He pushed it inside me and I felt stuffy. A low groan left my mouth, suppressed by the feel of the flesh of his neck under my teeth. The taste of his blood in my mouth felt rather welcoming.

'What am I even thinking?'

It never felt this way. Why was it feeling so good? It almost felt too good to be true.

He groaned, louder than I expected. And that was when I realized it. Not my teeth, I drove my fangs into his flesh.

With my now really long and sharp nails, I tore off his shirt. My nails clawed his back, while he groaned and moved, digging his own clawed fingers into the flesh of my back. I felt his fangs into my shoulder.

Oh boy, now, this was the kind of sex I liked. Pain, pleasure- I did not want just one. I wanted both at once. And it was just divine.