Chapter 45 - Go on little mate

HADRIAN

Her moan sends me down a spiral of unadulterated lust. Her lips are slightly parted and her chest slightly rises with the exhale. I take in every little movement of pleasure she makes. *Does she want me to continue?*

I’ve been trying to stay away from her. It's still days before the Blood Moon, but I can already feel the effects. Stronger wolves can feel it coming. It increases our stamina, strength and sex drive in noticeable ways. I’ve been hard since last night and I fear that I might lose control at one point. I’ve been trying to keep myself away from any temptation.

Two days from now, the blood moon will rise. On that day I will be stronger than ever and equally ridden with lust. I won’t be able to hold myself back then. I will have to stay away from Emma. I will have to protect her from myself and any other wolf.

I’m already losing control with her so close to me. I didn’t expect to see her this morning, but a jolt of exhilaration shot through me when I felt her eyes on me.

I spin her around and press her against one of the marble pillars. Her gray eyes are dark and stormy. The effect of my touch is evident, but there is also clarity in them that I haven’t seen before. *She wants this.* Her sweet scent hangs heavy between us and I lean down to get a taste of her. Her lips are pillowy soft and taste so sweet. I indulge myself in the moment and deepen the kiss and suck on her bottom lip.

She opens her mouth and I gladly take my entrance. My body is wide awake when her dainty fingers softly trace over my bare shoulders. She’s hesitant, but I revel in her touch. I let my own hands trail down her sides.

There are whispers around us. From the maids, the guards and the soldiers. I growl and I’m annoyed at the interruption. I guide Emma away from prying eyes. I pull her up by her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist. I don’t stop kissing her when I walk up the stairs.

She moans again when I lie her down on the bed and hover over her. I’m trying not to crush her with my weight. I tangle my fingers in her white strand and suck my way down her neck. I’m careful not to touch the chain of her necklace. She moves under me and I’m not sure if she’s even aware that she moves her hips against my aching dick.

I growl in her neck and suck hard on her mark. I move one hand beneath her sweater to her lower back and position her better against my dick. I let her move her hips up and down. Her movements send pleasure from my dick to the rest of my body. I’m fucking embarrassingly close to my release. And all that from a little dry-humping. I feel like a sixteen-year-old pup, that is unable to keep it in.

Her hands grip my shoulders. Her fingernails dig into my skin. “Hadrian.” She moans.

“Fuck, go on little mate.”

Her scent becomes impossibly sweet and her gray eyes look like molten metal. Her lips part and she whimpers. Her cheeks are rosy as she climbs toward her climax. I kiss her deeply and capture every sound that she makes. I taste her tongue and suck at the source of vanilla.

I drive my hips into her. I need her to get over that edge and I move my throbbing cock onto that little pressure point. This is so much easier if we're naked, but I don’t want to overwhelm her and I definitely don't want to stop now.

Her back arches and she cries into my mouth. Her climax is sweet and sultry. My cock gets impossibly hard. It could probably break bricks right now.

I lift her sweater away from her skin and work my way down her body. I suck on the heated skin of the swell of her breasts, the soft toned lines of her stomach and the curve of her hip bone.

I listen to her heaving breaths and move my fingers to the button of her jeans. *I need to taste her.*

Her hands move to reach for mine. “Wait, I…”

I pull my gaze up to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed and it travels to the rest of her body. There is uncertainty in her eyes. The hesitation pulls her brows in a furrow. I slowly back away. I don’t want her to have any hesitation or doubt.

I place her sweater back in place. “You’re not ready,”

I know I want this. For me, this is just the beginning. I want to taste her release until she gives me another. I want to feel that tight pussy around me. I want to let her feel me until the pain becomes an undeniable pleasure and she is crying out for another release. If it’s up to me I’ll repeat that round at least two more times. I want her sweaty and naked resting on my body. I want her exhausted from pleasure until she can’t help but fall asleep in my arms. Preferably still naked.

I get up to kiss her at her temple. “I’m going to shower.”

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My body is hot and on edge. It howls for release. I let the cold shower seep all the way to my bones, but it doesn’t help. My dick is standing straight and won’t go down. The head of my cock is strained and leaking cum. I have my hands plastered against the wall and form them into fists. I’ve never been this aroused before.

“Hadrian?” Emma’s soft melodic voice comes through the cracks of the door and the sound of spattering water on the floor.

“It’s open.”

I always leave it open. Maybe there is a part of me that hopes she will walk in one day and join me in the shower. The thoughts of her naked wet body with me in the shower only aggravate my problem. I imagine pressing her against the shower wall and fuck her beneath a stream of hot water that flushes her skin and leaves steam clouds around us.

The door unlocks and Emma pushes it open an inch. Her intoxicating scent reaches me and I peek around the shower wall to look at her. She plays with index finger with a lock of her hair. She has a flush on her cheeks and bites one her soft lower lip. My hand has a mind of its own as it moves up and down in a single stroke and releasing a fraction is the pressure in my balls.

Emma walks over to the counter by the mirror. It gives me a better look at her tight round ass. I wasn’t lying the other day that her ass looks great in those jeans. I turned into a firm believer of jeans.

She twirls and leans against the counter. “What do you want for breakfast? Paulina has brought all these like little savory pies and it smells so good.” She says with a moan at the end.

*Fuck this.*

My hand doesn’t wander mindlessly up and down anymore, It’s on a quest for release.

“What kind?” I groan. I want to hear her voice when I sinfully defile my own hand.

“Hmm, there was this one with spinach and ricotta.”

I pull hard on my dick with frantic strokes. The rigorous pulls strain the muscles of my biceps

“One with caramelized root vegetables.”

Emma isn’t aware of my filthy actions. I try not to think about what she would think if she found me jerking off to her description of breakfast options. It’s vulgar, lecherous and dirty. She would be disgusted.

“Oh and one with beef. Bourguignon, I think Paulina called it.”

I’m too far gone. The stream of water is strong and loud enough to overshadow any other sounds. I look up to the ceiling and let water fall over my face. I continue to abuse my hand with strokes so hard that it should be painful.

“Which one do you want?” Emma calls from the other side of the wall.

I slow two strokes to answer her. “Which one do you want?” I grunt out.

“I don’t know, they all look so good.”

“We can share if you want?”

Emma gasps and for a second I think she caught me.

“Yes, yes I do” She squeals and moves out of the bathroom.

The sound of her happiness sends me over the edge. Not her lustily moans, not any dirty words. No, that squeal is my undoing.

A disturbing amount of hot cum shoots out of me with the release that is just so good. It makes me buckle my knees as my climax flows through my body and reaches every inch of me. My muscles feel languid and reinvigorated at the same time.

*What would the real thing be like?*

I don’t jerk off often. It feels good at the moment, but it doesn’t take away that itch. It’s like loosening the knot instead of untangling it.

I wash away the sin and watch it flow away down the drain. My dick is temporarily shutting up and the reality of the situation lies bare. The manic urge will return and only escalate in the coming two days. Reaching its pinnacle on the night of the blood moon.

*I need to stay away from her until then.*