CHAPTER 111: MR. POSSESSIVE (M)

FIA

Author’s Note, Trigger Warning

This Chapter includes explicit blood play tied to werewolf mating and heightened emotional states. The scene features biting that breaks skin, visible blood, and the exchange of blood between partners within a consensual sexual encounter. If blood in intimate contexts is uncomfortable or triggering, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this Chapter. But your sick ass will probably enjoy this anyway

His mouth left mine suddenly. The loss of contact felt sharp and immediate. Cold air rushed in where his warmth had been.

He stepped back. His chest heaved with ragged breaths that matched my own. His eyes were wild and dark and conflicted.

"I shouldn’t be having these thoughts." The words came out rough. Torn from somewhere deep inside him. "I should be better than this. I should be stronger than this."

He dragged a hand through his hair. Pulled at the strands like he wanted to hurt himself for what we’d just done.

"But I don’t want to be." His voice dropped lower. Almost a whisper. "And I realize how sick that sounds."

I stayed quiet. My heart hammered against my ribs. My lips still tingled from his kiss.

"My mom is in a room hooked up to machines." He continued. Each word seemed to cost him something. "Fighting for her life. And all I can think about right now is how badly I want to see you naked."

The confession hit me like a physical blow. Heat flooded my face and spread down my neck. Lower. The mate bond thrummed between us with an intensity that made my skin feel too tight.

"You want a distraction." I managed to say. My voice came out shakier than I meant it to.

He gave me a look that burned. Smoldering and dangerous and full of naked want.

"You almost make me sound noble." A bitter laugh escaped him. "But I should know better."

He crossed the distance between us in two strides. His hand reached for my shirt. I watched as one of his claws extended. Sharp and gleaming in the moonlight that filtered through the windows.

The fabric tore easily. The sound of it ripping seemed impossibly loud in the quiet ballroom. Cool air hit my exposed skin. My black lace bra was now on full display.

His eyes raked over me. Hungry and appreciative. His breathing had gone heavier.

He looked back up to meet my gaze. The question in his eyes was clear even before he spoke.

"Can I?"

I swallowed hard. My throat had gone completely dry. Every nerve ending in my body felt alive and hypersensitive. The bond pulled at me with an urgency that made rational thought nearly impossible.

I nodded.

That was all the permission he needed.

His hand came up to the nape of my neck. His fingers tangled in my hair. Firm and possessive. He pulled me to him roughly. His mouth crashed against mine with none of the tentative sweetness from before.

This kiss was different. Desperate and consuming. Like he wanted to devour me whole. Like he needed this more than air.

I kissed him back just as hard. Just as desperately. My hands found his shoulders again and dug in. Held on. His tongue swept into my mouth and I opened for him. Let him take what he needed.

He groaned into the kiss. The sound vibrated through me and sent heat pooling low in my belly. His other hand gripped my waist. Fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.

I didn’t care. I wanted the marks. I wanted proof that this was real and happening.

His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that bordered on frantic. Each kiss deeper than the last. Wetter. More demanding. His teeth caught my lower lip again and tugged. Not gentle this time. Hard enough to make me gasp.

He swallowed the sound and kissed me harder. His hand in my hair tightened and tilted my head back. Gave him better access. He took advantage immediately. His tongue tangled with mine in a rhythm that made my knees weak.

I pressed closer to him. Needed to feel more of him. All of him. My chest pressed against his. The lace of my bra provided almost no barrier. I could feel the hard planes of his body through his shirt. Feel the heat radiating off him.

His grip on my waist shifted. Slid lower. Fingers splayed wide across the small of my back. He pulled me flush against him and I felt exactly how much he wanted this. Wanted me.

A whimper escaped my throat. He made another low sound in response. Primal and possessive. His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw. He trailed hot kisses down the column of my neck right before he found the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered wildly.

He paused there. His breath hot against my skin. Then his teeth scraped over the spot. Not quite a bite but close enough to make me shudder in his arms.

"Fia." My name came out like a prayer. Like a curse. Like he couldn’t decide which one fit better.

My fingers clutched at him. Desperate for something to anchor myself to. The world had narrowed to just this. Just us. Just the heat building between us and the bond singing in approval.

His lips dragged over my throat and I felt his breath spill hot across my skin right before he growled my name again. Something inside me tightened at the sound and the bond throbbed through my chest like a pulse that didn’t belong to me alone. His hands roamed my sides and the ache grew sharp and hungry. I felt the shift in him right before it happened, that split second where want hardened into something rougher.

His claws caught the torn edges of my shirt and with one violent jerk, he ripped the rest of it clean off me. The fabric came apart with a harsh rip that echoed in the ballroom and the scrap of cloth hit the floor near our feet. Before I could catch a breath he hooked a claw beneath the center of my bra and tore that too. The lace snapped and the cups fell open, leaving my chest bare and lifted toward him. The cold air hit my skin and my nipples tightened fast, the sensation sharp enough to make a small sound break out of me.

He stared at me with this stunned, ravenous look, like he’d stripped me and found something he’d been starving for. Then his gaze shifted down to himself and something wild flashed across his face. He grabbed his own shirt at the collar and ripped it open straight across his chest. The buttons flew everywhere, pattering across the smooth floor like small hard raindrops. They scattered around us in a messy arc that glittered faintly in the moonlight. His shirt hung off his arms before he shrugged it away and let it fall.

His body stunned me. Broad chest, thick muscles, every line carved deep, every breath making his stomach pull tight. His skin glowed warm in the light and a faint dusting of dark hair trailed down from the center of his chest to the cut ridge of his abdomen. My mouth went dry looking at him. My heart didn’t feel like it sat inside my ribcage anymore. It felt like it wanted to climb out and press itself against him.

He noticed the way I stared. He liked it. His mouth curved in something between pride and hunger.

"Take your trousers off," he said, voice low and rough.

Heat rolled through me. I fumbled with the button, breath shaking as I pushed my trousers down past my hips and my thighs. They dropped around my ankles and I stepped out of them, my panties the only thing left between us. He watched me like I was doing something sacred and filthy at the same time.

Then he pushed his own trousers down. The fabric slid over his hips and thighs and he let them drop to the floor. The bulge in his briefs was huge and throbbing and the sight of it made my thighs press together. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and shoved them down in one smooth motion. His briefs dropped and pooled around his feet. He stepped out of them and stood completely naked in front of me.

My breath caught. My stomach flipped. He was thick, hard and flushed, the tip glossy with pre cum, caught the light. My pulse jumped and heat poured between my legs so fast I felt dizzy.

He walked toward me slowly. Purposefully. Like a predator closing in on something he’d already claimed. His fingers curled under my chin and he tilted my face up to look at him.

"On your knees," he said.

My body moved before my mind did. My knees hit the floor with a soft thud and the cold surface sent a shiver up my spine. He stood close enough that I smelled him, warm skin and something sweet and sharp that came from the bond. I lifted my eyes to him and he brushed his thumb over my lower lip.

"You’re going to take me in your mouth," he said. "You’re going to do it slow at first so I can feel every inch of your throat open for me. Understand?"

I nodded. Then I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around the base of him. He was hot against my palm, so hard it felt like he pulsed. I stroked him once, slow, and he exhaled sharply above me. I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth. The taste of him hit me right away, salty and warm and clean. I sucked lightly and felt his entire body twitch.

"Good girl," he muttered, voice thick.

The praise shot straight down my spine. I took him deeper, inch by inch, letting my tongue glide along the thick underside of him. He growled low in his throat, his hand sliding to the back of my head. His fingers pushed into my hair and gripped tight. He guided my rhythm at first, slow and controlled. His hips moved in small rolls that brushed the tip of him against the back of my tongue.

Heat pooled heavy between my legs. I moaned around him. The sound vibrated through him and he shuddered. His fingers tightened in my hair.

"More," he said. "Take more."

I did. I relaxed my throat and let him slide deeper. My eyes watered when the tip of him hit the back of my throat. He groaned loud and sharp. His hips snapped forward once before he caught himself.

"Fuck. You feel perfect."

I let my hands slide up his thighs, gripping the muscles hard enough that my fingers sank into his skin. I sucked harder, bobbing my head, letting spit run down my chin and drip onto my chest as his cock filled my mouth. Wet sounds filled the room, obscene and slick. He watched me like he wanted to burn the image into his memory forever.

He suddenly tensed. His abdomen tightened and a harsh sound tore out of him. His hand jerked in my hair.

"Stop," he said, breath ragged. "Stop. Now."

I pulled back immediately, spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock before it broke and ran down my chin. He looked ruined. His chest heaved and sweat glistened along his skin. His cock twitched in the air and he shut his eyes hard for a second like he had barely caught control.

He grabbed my jaw. His thumb pressed against my cheek.

"Open your mouth."

I did. His fingers slid between my lips. He pushed them deep, deeper, until they hit the back of my throat and forced a choke out of me. My throat clenched around him. A messy sound escaped me and tears pricked my eyes again. He didn’t pull back. He pushed his fingers down again, slower but harder, and my throat worked around them helplessly.

Spit flooded my mouth and spilled out past my lips. It dripped onto my bare chest and down the valley between my breasts. He watched it with something dark and hungry in his eyes.

"Look at you," he said. "So fucking messy for me."

My body trembled. I tried to swallow around his fingers and choked again. The sound made his cock jerk and his breathing roughened.

He pulled his fingers out of my throat and grabbed my face with both hands before crushing his mouth against mine. He kissed me hard and deep, tasting the spit he’d forced out of me, dragging his tongue into my mouth like he wanted to claim every inch.

He pulled me up off my knees with a rough grip. My legs wobbled under me but he held me steady. He turned me and walked me backward until my back hit one of the marble columns. The cold sent a shock up my spine. My panties were still on and soaked through. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and yanked them down. They dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them.

He lifted my thigh. Then the other. He pinned them around his hips and held me up so easily I felt weightless. The head of his cock pressed against me. My breath hitched and my nails dug into his shoulders.

"Tell me you want it," he said.

"I want it," I breathed. "Please."

He groaned like something inside him snapped. He pushed inside me in one deep, slow thrust that stole my breath and forced a long shaky sound out of me. His thickness stretched me wide and filled every inch. My head fell back against the column and my fingers clenched around him like I needed to hold on to stay alive.

He pulled out halfway and slammed back in. The wet slap of our bodies echoed in the empty room. I gasped and my legs tightened around him. He fucked me harder, each thrust sharp and deep. Pressure built fast and hot in my belly. I moaned loud and broken, the sound bouncing off the walls.

He buried his face in my neck. His breath washed over my skin in short harsh bursts.

"I’m going to mark you," he said. "I’m going to put my teeth in you and make sure no one ever doubts who you belong to. Not even you."

My whole body shivered. I tilted my head without thinking, baring my throat to him.

He bit.

The pain was sharp and hot. His teeth sank into my skin and a gasp ripped out of me. Blood welled up fast and warm. The scent hit both of us at once. He growled against my throat and thrust into me harder, almost punishing, almost worshiping.

When he pulled back I felt the blood trickle down my chest. He caught it with his tongue first, licking a slow line up my throat to his bite. Then he kissed me. His mouth was warm and wet with my blood. The taste hit my tongue when he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I moaned into him.

The metallic taste was almost sweet as it was maddening.

He thrust harder. His rhythm turned erratic and desperate. The bond roared through me, wild and hot. My walls clenched around him and he groaned like he was in pain.

"I’m close," he said, voice shaking. "Look at me."

I forced my eyes open. His gaze locked on mine. His jaw clenched. His thrusts came faster and harder.

"Take it," he said. "Take all of it."

His body tightened. He slammed into me one last time and buried himself deep. He came hard, hips jerking against mine. His breath hitched and a guttural sound tore out of him. The heat of him filled me in long thick pulses.

I held him through it, legs locked around him, nails digging into his back. My own pleasure hit me fast and hard, almost violent, pulling a long cry from my throat as my body clenched around him again and again.

He kept thrusting through the aftershocks, slower now, deep and warm. His mouth pressed to the bite on my throat and I felt him smile against my skin. My blood stained his lips and my breath trembled when he kissed me again.

We stayed like that, tangled and shaking, his weight pinning me to the column and his heat pressed into every part of me, the bond humming through our bodies like it was pleased.

He held me close. Tight. Possessive.

And I didn’t want him to let go. I didn’t want this to end.