November 15, 2015. Grimstone Asylum, Northern Pack Lands.

Fallon Morrow

There were a lot of paintings in here—more than I could count. The storage room was big enough, and empty enough—and dark. There was no light coming in except from the small window located just above the top shelf.

The room was almost as cold as the outside, but I could barely feel the coldness with the heat growing inside me. My wolf was curling and twisting within me as my legs wrapped tighter around Cassius' waist, pulling him closer.

He ran his hands down my sides, taking in the sight of my body underneath him. My nipples were hard and aching for attention, and my breasts felt heavy in a way they hadn't before. God, I was aching from head to toe. I needed to feel him inside me, I needed him to make me come. I needed it so badly.

I lifted my hips up, grinding against him, begging for some relief. He gripped my waist, pinning me to the hard surface of the table.

"Slow down," he murmured, looking into my eyes. "There's no rush."

"But—"

He pressed his lips to mine, silencing me. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting every inch of my mouth. I could feel the desperation in his kiss. The way he groaned and nipped at my bottom lip made me even wetter than before.

There was a rush—at least within me. It was boiling within me, setting me on fire.

I couldn't recall the last time I had felt like this. It had to be so long ago. It was easy to say that I was giving in so easily, to someone I barely knew and without forming any kind of relationship, but this—this thing was different. It was pulling me in like it was an addiction.

My nails dug into his shoulders as he trailed kisses down my neck, leaving a wet trail across my skin. He pressed his mouth to the base of my throat, and I shivered when his teeth grazed my skin. He moved lower until he reached my breasts. My eyes rolled back as his mouth wrapped around my nipple, taking it into his mouth.

His hands ran over my thighs, gripping them tightly as he continued to suck and tease my nipple. His thickness pressed between my thighs, and I squirmed beneath him, needing more friction where I was desperate for it.

He pushed my legs open and lined himself up with my entrance. I couldn't breathe as I felt the tip of him nudge my opening. It was so thick and hard that I thought it would split me in half if he tried to put it in. And I was aching for it.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he growled, moving his lips to my ear. "Tell me how much you need to feel me inside you."

I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a moan as he pressed himself against my wetness.

"Tell me," he whispered.

There was something so incredibly sexy about him demanding an answer from me. It only made the matters inside me worse. I needed him so badly that it hurt.

"So much," I managed to breathe out, trying to focus on the words as they left my lips. "I can't tell you how bad I want it."

His hand gripped my hip as he pushed himself into me slowly, making sure I felt every inch of him as he slid into me. I moaned loudly as he buried himself to the hilt, filling me completely. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before pulling out and thrusting back in again. Hard.

His large hand gripped my waist, fingers digging into my skin, and he slammed in and out of me. The table beneath me trembled, the paintings hanging on the shelves clattering as the rhythm of our bodies rocked it forward and backward. It felt so good. So good as his cock lodged inside me.

He lifted my hips up, changing the angle so that he could get deeper. Every thrust seemed to reach deeper than before. His hand traveled up my body until it reached my breast. He cupped it, squeezing it roughly and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I gasped as pleasure shot through me. It was overwhelming.

My back arched as he hit that spot deep inside me. The spot that made me feel like I was going to explode. My muscles clenched around him as he continued. His hand moved from my breast to my hair.

It was like a caress at first, a gentle one that was soothing, calming me down and taking the intensity off, but that quickly changed as his grip tightened in my hair, tugging on it as he fucked me harder.

I was so close.

"Fuck," I cried out as his hips slapped against mine, making my legs shake uncontrollably.

"Tell me how it feels."

I whimpered.

"I want to hear you say it." He said, thrusting deeper into me, hitting the right spot over and over again. "Say it."

I took in a deep breath before responding, "It feels so good."

My hands roamed down his chest as I said those words. It was as if my body knew what I wanted even before my brain did, and it certainly was aroused beyond what I could control. The pace quickened and my back arched, pushing my hips up toward him. His lips brushed against mine, and he kissed me hard, stealing my breath away.

"Do you know how good you feel?" he growled. "How sweet and hot and tight you are? After being deprived of this for so long, you feel fucking divine and perfect, so fucking perfect that I want to bury myself inside you and never leave again. And I don't want to be gentle either. If it's too much, scream, but even then I won't stop."

His lips captured mine again, muffling my moan as he pounded into me relentlessly.

He sped up his pace, hitting the right spot every time he slammed into me. His hand moved from my breast, skimming across my stomach until it found its way between my legs.

"You want me," he said, leaning down and biting my earlobe. "Don't you?"

His words made me shudder as he continued thrusting into me, pounding me into the table until I was sure it was going to break. My muscles clenched around him, and I moaned loudly as he kept hitting that spot deep inside me.

I could feel the heat building inside me as he continued to fuck me. The pain was gone, replaced by pleasure. Every stroke sent tingles down my spine.

"Fuck, yes."

He pulled out of me, letting go of my hair. I whined at the sudden loss of contact but then felt him push two fingers inside me. He worked them in and out, making me writhe underneath him. I gripped his arm, trying to hold on as he curled them inside me.

"Oh god," I gasped, looking up at him.

There was something different about the way he looked at me as he fingered me. He stared into my eyes, watching every expression that crossed my face. I was so close.

He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in, making sure they went as deep as possible. My legs shook, and I gripped onto his arms, digging my nails into his skin. My body tightened around his fingers as an orgasm ripped through me. I screamed as my muscles clenched around him. He didn't stop.

He continued fucking me with his fingers until my legs stopped shaking and my breathing slowed down.

My chest rose and dropped as I watched him. There was confusion running in my mind, but I didn't want to say something wrong or do something wrong.

"Why—why did you stop?" I asked, breathing heavily and leaning back against the table.

There was a chuckle, and he gave me a devious smile. "There's only so much I can control before I have to finish. It takes time for me to... delay this thing for your pleasure, but I certainly will try to hold on next time."

I understood what he meant, that he couldn't bring himself to wait long enough, especially when he had been deprived of sex for so long. The slight hesitation I had faded away, feeling at ease with what happened here.

"You think there'll be a next time?" I teased him, testing the waters, and I got what I wanted.

A response.

"There will always be a next time. It's your choice whether you want it or not," he whispered. "Or I could just pin you down and have my way with you until you can't walk anymore."

"I don't think I would mind either," I said truthfully.

"Then don't say I didn't warn you."

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