Chapter 30: More{R18}
Rex’s POV
She smelled nice!
A smell that seemed to sink right in through my skin, enough for me to part her legs and suck on her. Worse was the fact that she tasted even nicer. I couldn’t understand it.
But one thing I could understand was the fact that there was an almost visceral need for me to be inside of her. I watched her climax once; surely that was enough.
Lowering my pants as I need myself, ignoring the gasp she let out and the scared, almost terrified expression on her face as she looked at me before fluttering her eyes closed.
She wanted to close her legs, but she couldn’t, as I positioned myself between her legs, parting them wider to give me more access. I placed my warmth right against her center, feeling her squirm as I pushed gently.
I was stunned. Not only did it feel easier than last time, but there was a wetness around her center as I slid myself gently against her. She arched her back in pleasure, but I had had enough.
Pushing myself in only to manage the tip before I heard her gasp in pain, pushing against my chest as hard as she could, I paused. Did I want to see her in pain? Yes. But I had never slept with a woman to cause her pain before; the act itself seemed beneath me.
Beneath everything my being stood for. Mating between Werewolves was supposed to be pleasurable, and did I hate giving her pleasure? Yes. But I also hated causing her pain.
Going completely still, I waited for her to adjust. My rock-hard cock pulsed with need as I went ahead and ignored it, sliding it around in a clockwise motion, trying to fit into her hole—but it was going to be a tight fit.
Clearly, it was her first time, and even after she had orgasmed once, it still wasn’t enough.
"Wait... just wait..." she gasped, and I pulled out a bit but not enough to pull away entirely out of her. She looked radiant, her black hair and blue eyes a sight to look at. It only helped that her face was red as she turned, trying to hide her face from me.
Annoyed, I leaned in, reaching for the buttons of the dress she wore and tore it into spreads, watching her breasts spill out even as I reached for them and caressed each one. Full and heavy in my hands, she gasped, trying to look away, but I wasn’t going to allow that.
"Look at me!" I ordered her, content as I felt those blue eyes on me as I slid my thumb against her nipples, watching her squirm, trying to pull away from my hold and failing. Her breasts were soft, impossibly so, enough for me to wonder how they would feel on the tip of my tongue.
I leaned in to taste them, only to pause, anger boiling in my veins as I pulled away. Pushing myself deeper into her, I heard her gasp, pushing against my thighs as I again gave her time to adjust to my size—something I didn’t think was possible.
All I was doing was simply ensuring that she didn’t rip before I plunged myself deep inside of her. She made a gasping sound as I looked down at her. Tears filled her eyes but they didn’t fall. That was good. It was good enough.
She agreed to it. She knew what she was getting into. I thought as I pushed a bit deeper into her even as I heard her gasp.
"It hurts... you’re too big!" she gasped.
"It’s not going to fit!" she begged, and I could tell she was right. If she kept clenching against me the way she did, it would be impossible. I could feel my blood rushing into my head, and it was all I could do not to plunge myself into her and ravish her the way my body screamed for me to.
Again, there was a soft smell of roses that she emanated... lilies? Something sweet. It was hard to think of anything but the warmth I wanted to embed myself in, as I lowered my lips right down to her nipples, sucking on them. The taste was exquisite, enough to make me wonder why all the women I had ever slept with before tasted bland in comparison.
I wanted more as I squeezed, feeling her squirm and moan under me as I slid my hands against her while pushing myself deeper into her. She groaned in pain, but I had pushed in halfway in, shocked by the warmth and the wetness of her core.
It was inviting, begging for me to bury myself into her, and I didn’t hesitate. Thrusting out as I felt her wetness coat every part of me before going ahead to bury myself inside of her. She squirmed and gasped out in pain, and my first reaction was to soothe her, only to pull away at the last minute.
Waiting for her to get over the pain before I continued. Yes, she deserved worse, but it was a shitty feeling knowing that I felt nothing but pleasure while all she felt was pain. I caressed her body and breasts as much as I could in the way of apology, but I could hear her sobs continue as she glared at me, tears sliding down her face.
"I’m..." I opened my mouth to apologize, only to stop myself.
She killed my mother. Gritting my teeth in anger, I lowered my gaze to her breasts, away from her blue-colored eyes that pulled me in, and something inside of me screamed to protect her, to hold her... to not let her cry.
Mate.
The word had barely echoed in my mind when I jerked back, like I had been stung. Anger brimmed from every pore as I rejected it. It had been spoken from the depth of my soul—which meant it was my wolf—but I didn’t care. I instantly rejected the feeling.
It was the sex! It was good, and I wanted more, sliding myself out of her inch by inch before thrusting back into her. The sensations were enough for it to reach the nape of my neck and my toes. It was magnificent, unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I trusted slowly into her, aiming for where I thought would be pleasurable, relieved to no longer hear her whimper, even as I fixed my gaze on her breasts. The goal was to finish for her to conceive. Nothing more.
Thrusting my hips back and forth, even as I gritted my teeth hard, the sensations overflowed within me. It was immense, pleasure blooming from my cock right into my core. I shoved myself deep into her, faster than I should, but I didn’t care.
The feeling of her squeezing against me, her insides squishing against me, meeting her teal-colored eyes, only made it harder to breathe. It was like we were connected, as I thrust deeper and deeper, satisfied to hear her moans slowly echo beyond the slapping of my skin against hers.
It felt amazing, more than I was comfortable with. I was supposed to be in control, but I could feel that I wasn’t. A single slip and my consciousness would sink down, letting my wolf take over—which made it feel more exhilarating.
I held tightly onto her waist as I pushed back and forth, rocking us both as I hovered over her, grasping her legs and holding them firmly as I increased the pace. Her moans got louder, my groans harder to hold in. It felt amazing as I let loose more of my aura, surprised to note the sweet-smelling scent in the air increasing.
It made me thrust even faster than before, holding her waist firmly as she laid on the bed, and I knelt behind her legs, grabbing her breasts as we both moaned and groaned, knowing the exact moment she reached the edge as I felt her walls squeeze and tighten against me.
Moments later, I knew I was close. I increased my pace even more until I felt myself reach that same place, unleashing my seed deep inside her as deep as I could go, even as I heard her gasp, calling my name, pushing her thighs back.
But I was too far gone, my cock spasming, unleashing everything I had, and even then, it was still not enough. I could feel her center wet and inviting as I filled her up.
Watching her back arch in pleasure as she felt my seed fill her up and my body heated up at the thought of pulling away from the warmth of her body.
I reached out sliding a finger across her cherry red nipples as she gasped, more sensitive after I sucked on them. Her gaze was heavy lidded and she looked like all she wanted to do was sleep. But we couldn’t have that.
