***Alastair***
Flames. I have no grip on them anymore, they are dancing from my body, an indication that the Hellhound in me is right beneath the surface. Although they won’t be able to set fire to material objects, not unless I want them to. Other people can’t touch me in this state or they will be burned. Eliana on the other hand…she’s my true mate, no denying that because the fire isn’t hurting her. She’s immune to the heat because she’s a part of me.
I’m still lodged deep and frozen in place when I’m pulled out of my thoughts. I had to enter her in one hard stroke because it would have hurt either way. She’s most definitely a virgin, well...my dick just made an end to that title, that’s for damn sure. The tightness I’m wrapped in is near strangulation quality and so fucking good. Eliana starts to relax underneath me. That’s my cue to slowly start to guide my hips back and forth.
It’s damn intense to have our souls merged. The whimpers flowing from her lips and through her mind…for me to hear, every single one is passionateand vigorous. We’re an open book to each other; thoughts for present or future plans, emotions, fleeting needs that we both can answer for one another. It’s the true meaning behind mating; being in sync with your soul counterpart you want, and can, spend the rest of your life with.
There might be fire surrounding us, but it’s her pussy that’s flaming up. My chest is plastered to her back when I lift myself up and let my hand slide down her back in the process.
“You feel too damn good, gorgeous. I have to see what I’m feeling...fuck, that’s a visual.” I suck in a breath and hold it before I slide in and out of her body in slow motion.
My dick is covered with her juices. Completely enthralled, I pull out and flip her onto her back. Pushing her legs apart, my mouth covers her pussy before she can utter a single word. My gaze is pinned on hers and it’s clear she’s about to protest but I steal the ability for her to question why my dick left her pussy as I start to suck that tight bundle of nerves.
Her taste enters my mouth and I have no other choice than to close my eyes and savor her essence. That’s my woman. My mouth, hands, dick, are the only ones who touched what’s mine. A growl rumbles through my chest when I realize the new responsibilities that weren’t in my life until now. I will vow to protect and treasure her for many lifetimes to come.
I push her legs further apart to have more room. My chin trails down her left leg while I nip her skin here and there, making her shiver beneath me. So damn responsive to my touch.
Her hands slide in my hair, fingers tightening to keep me in place. Like I’m going somewhere. Never gonna happen, gorgeous, you’re mine. And so is this pussy. Spreading her open with my thumbs, I dive right in there with my tongue, thrusting, swirling, devouring every inch of this sweet pussy. I cover her clit and suck while I shake my head to let my beard stimulate the rest. I can taste her upcoming release and the second it hits, I lick her clean before I lean back, fist my dick, and gently slide inside her, allowing me to fully enjoy the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I’m done keeping the Hellhound inside me. She’s ours and there’s no way either of us would ever hurt her, unintentionally or not. Something deep inside us will always intervene to keep her safe.
The change indicating my Hellhound is surfacing can be seen through the fact that my hands are now claws on the mattress right beside her head. Our eyes are locked on each other while I pump inside her with gentle strokes, my dick thickening even more with every thrust. One of her hands sneaks around my neck, pulling me down. Our mouths meet and she fucking moans so incredibly sexy that the thrusting of my hips falter.
I feel her heels dig into my ass cheeks, activating the need to fuck her harder and brand her with my seed. We’re completely consumed by one another when the both of us climax simultaneously. I feel her teeth sink into my bottom lip, enough to draw blood. I return the favor, we’re feeding off each other’s body in more ways than one. I’m slightly aware of the blast we’re creating, the both of us falling, yet fully absorbed by one another, followed by utter silence.
It’s serene, this moment; true mates consummated their bond. Our tongues gently stroke one another while my dick does the same with her pussy. It’s starting to soften inside her and I can feel our mixed juices slipping out.
When I open my eyes, I’m shocked to find her covered in soot. A quick glance around the room gives the indication that we indeed created a blast. One that destroyed the whole fucking room. Only leaving us lying on the floor while everything around us is gone. Supernova.
I wonder if all our simultaneous orgasms will result into this...could be one fucking expensive hobby. Not that I would consider making love to my woman a hobby, more like a need, a necessity, a routine to worship her. So, fuck yeah, we’ll be doing it again on a regular basis.
There’s knocking on the door that’s barely hanging on its hinges. “Prez.” Zikmund’s voice flows through the air. “Everything all right in there?”
My gaze is still locked on my mate when I answer truthfully. “Couldn’t be any damn better, Zikmund. Fucking perfect, that’s what she is.” I murmur that last part to my woman against her lips.
“Godfuckingdammit,” Zikmund mutters. “I am building a steel cabin near the edge of our lot, starting right the fuck now. Second damn time this happened mere minutes apart from each other and it’s all due to the claiming. I need to keep anyone else from claiming. Yeah, that’s a better damn option. Less fucking work in checking up on people and handling a ruined room.”
“Get away from my door if you’re gonna keep talking to yourself, idiot. Or find yourself a true mate, then we wouldn’t be having this damn discussion,” I bark out my words.
“No,” he answers. “Then we’d have another damn explosion, ruining another damn room in this clubhouse.”
I’m about to turn my head to tell him to fuck off, but I don’t have to because I hear footsteps fading. Good. I have other matters to tend to. Let’s see if we can create another explosion because I’m ready for my next supernova orgasm.
When I focus back on her soot covered features, while gently moving my hips, I see her wince. Yeah, the supernova thing will have to wait. It totally slipped my mind that my woman would be sore. Makes sense with this being her first time.
I hoist her up with me, come to a stand, and take a step toward the door. I have to figure out what to do. I mean, there’s nothing left of my own damn room. Not one single piece, just an empty space with only the two of us left, and a lot of soot. Weirdly enough the blast was contained to only the stuff inside the four walls we were in. So there are no clothes or a damn towel to grab a shower. The room next to me belongs to Zikmund. The fucker has the same build as me so that solves my clothes problem.
She’s still curled around me. “Hold on, gorgeous. I’m going to take the both of us to the room next to this one, it’s Zikmund’s. We need a shower and I’ll grab some of his clothes, because I won’t have you walking around naked.”
“They won’t fit,” she mutters against my neck. “Don’t you have any women in this clubhouse I could borrow some clothes from?”
“The fuck no,” I growl and I might be overreacting but I don’t want her near any other chicks that come around here looking for a good time.
Her hand goes up in my hair, tightening her fist as she pulls back and meets my gaze. “Woah there. Do you have a string of bad exes I need to know about? Are they gonna stab my back any time soon?”
“It’s not like that.” I’m fucking growling again. “I don’t want you near any of those women who come around looking for a quick fuck. You’re too good for that. And even more, I don’t want you dressing like one.”
“Caveman,” she mutters and rolls her damn eyes. “I can hold my own and besides, my sister is here so she’ll always have my back too. And it’s not like girls here would only have tiny scraps of clothing, right?”
I’m wise enough to hold my tongue concerning that last statement.
“Ugh. You do realize that the look you’re giving me right now tells me it’s indeed the opposite. Non existing clothing. Well, that kinda settles it then, huh? Because I would…need clothes that is…and preferably ones who cover most of my body.”
“Damn right,” I agree as I take the both of us to the next room, holding her tightly in my arms while doing my best to cover her ass.