Into the Alpha’s Keep Chapter 45: 44

He rubbed the tip of his nose against my cheek, caressing the skin slowly.

“Equal rights, Fenrir Dăneşti. I have as much right to be touched as you do,” I whispered in a whisper, my back pressed so tightly against the rough bark of the tree that it was as if I could become part of it. “If another female can touch you, another male can touch me too.”

The growl that reverberated from his chest sent shivers down my spine.

“How dare you, little wolf?” he roared. “How dare you tease me?”

The hand on my waist pressed hard against the skin, burying his fingers inside me. I squeezed my thighs together as I felt a wave of excitement hit me. Heat spread through my body and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my lips.

I inhaled, absorbing the scent of sex that floated through the air. The scent of sex and Fenrir. Only then did I realize that he was exhaling pheromones to tease me. My throat went imminently dry. He brushed his fangs against my neck, scratching the skin in the exact place where he had marked me for the first time, and which, thanks to my pride, no longer had any marks. My wolf was quiet, as if deciding what to do with Fenrir. And to my complete horror, it wasn't thanks to her that I was being induced to desire him, it was coming from myself. I clung to his shoulders, unable to control myself. I spread my legs and stood up on my tiptoes, rubbing myself against the hard cock that marked his jeans. He pulled away to look at me. His eyes were their natural color, clouded with desire. He tilted his head to the side. "I can smell your arousal, little wolf, just as I can feel your desire for me, your desire to ride my cock," he purred, planting a kiss on the corner of my mouth. — If you don't control yourself, I'm going to fuck you right now against this tree and no one will stop me, least of all you.

She smiled, incisively.

— And who said I want you to stop? If it's not you, it'll be another male. Like I said, I have desires and I need to be satisfied.

Letting out a loud grunt, mixed with a roar. He closed his hand around my hair and forced my head towards him, joining our mouths in a wild kiss.

I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to enter, tasting the minty taste. I let out a moan at the feeling.

With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into the skin through his shirt and rubbed myself against his hard cock, back and forth, masturbating on him.

The nightgown rode up and the thin panties weren't enough to stop me from feeling him completely, from rubbing against his hard, long length.

His lips on mine were a demand. Sucking, kissing and biting, taking me completely. Our tongues dueled in contact with each other. He growled and I moaned. He released the hand that was holding my hair, settled me against the tree trunk and pulled my legs away from his groin, bringing his fingers to my pussy through the small space. He threw my panties to the side and caressed me, smoothing my entire length, up and down. "Fenrir," I gasped, releasing his mouth from mine, pressing my head against the trunk and closing my eyes. His hoarse laugh echoed. "You're wet, little wolf. Completely soaked," he said, before sliding two long fingers inside me. He hit a spot, when he reached the bottom, that made me gasp. I bit my lip so hard that the skin broke. He quickly sucked, drinking my blood with pleasure. He removed his fingers, before inserting them again, repeating the movements. He placed his thumb on my clitoris and began to massage it, playing with the sensitive nerve, while he invaded me without stopping. The wet sound of his fingers invading me intoned, reverberating through the forest. The cold wind, in contact with my wet and hot skin, made me shiver. I bit my lip and let out a sharp moan, rolling against his hand. The trunk scratched my back, chafing my skin. "Fenrir..." I gurgled. I rubbed my hands over the hard, defined muscles of his shoulders and back, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. He was a powerful male, the leader of a pack. And everything about him expressed this, from his dominant presence to the body that had been sculpted by God himself. His hand moved back and forth, shooting against my intimacy. My fangs lengthened involuntarily. I widened my eyes, confused. Fenrir stared at me, his blue and silver eyes fixed on me.

“No... I don’t know what’s happening,” I gasped, breathless.

A smile appeared on his lips. He removed his smeared fingers from me and brought them to his mouth, sucking all the lubrication, my arousal.

I swallowed hard, watching him with my body about to combust. He moaned, enjoying my taste and lowered his fingers to between my legs, penetrating me again.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

I felt My body hovered, as if I was losing control. I blinked and knew that emerald green had taken over my gaze. Fenrir's smile widened and gold appeared in his eyes.

I opened my mouth and pushed forward, closing my fangs on the soft flesh of his neck. I cut the skin and swallowed his blood hungrily, with desire. He moaned, shuddering, but without stopping to fuck me with his long, hard fingers.

I went back to grinding in his hand, without letting go of his neck. His blood tasted divine, like pure embers, absolute power and something older, ancestral.

He was still, allowing me to reinforce the mark he already had on his neck. My mark.

He curved his fingers, hitting a spot that made me see stars. He inserted them, pulling them out and inserting them again. Once, twice, three times.

A shiver ran down my spine. I let go of his neck and gasped, letting out cries of pleasure.

He pulled my mouth to his, tasting the taste of his blood on my lips. His tongue invaded me, meeting mine in a unique synchrony.

I couldn't control myself or hold on, I melted into his fingers in an overwhelming orgasm. I screamed his name, mixed with hisses and gurgles.

For a second, we remained still. He kept me against the tree trunk, holding me in his imposing arms. When I opened my eyes, I felt that the emerald green had softened.

I licked my lips, sucking the last droplets of blood that were in them.

He released me. My legs were wobbly when I stepped on the ground, but I managed to stay steady.

A growl intoned from him, his eyes fixed on my neck, on the skin untouched since I had ripped off his mark. The gold appeared and disappeared, as if he were in an internal fight with his animal part.

He lunged toward me, but as quickly as he did, I jumped to the side, out of his way. I blinked, dizzy from my orgasm and confused. He took a step toward me and I took another step back.

“Don’t even think about it,” I growled.

Blood stained his neck and the collar of his dark shirt, but the cut from my fangs was already healed.

“I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to mark you, Savannah,” he hissed through his teeth. His body was slightly bent over, assuming a predatory stance.

“No, you won’t.”

“And why not? I’m hard as a rock, I want to fuck you and my wolf needs to mark you again.”

He advanced toward me again and, once again, I dodged.

“You’re not going to fuck me and much less mark me, you’re not worthy.”

“I’m not worthy?” he roared.

I lowered my gaze, confirming what he was saying. His hard cock molded his jeans.