Chapter 28

When her arms slipped away, Marcellus frowned in disappointment but very quickly, his lips parted in shock as she twisted around so she was now sat in front of him; straddling him. Her arms circled his shoulders again as she pulled him closer, her chest pressed against his, her lips curled up into a devilish smirk.

Anastasia leaned in and placed a small, teasing kiss to one corner of his lips. She took her time press little kisses to his full bottom lip as her mouth travelled to the other corner, her red mane creating a curtain around the both of them as they shared this very private, intimate moment.

“I wish I could taste you.” She whispered the confession against the corner of his lips, blissfully unaware that her words had finally set him off and he could hold himself back no longer.

“Your wish is my command, my little spitfire.” He roared loudly as he looped his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his, aligning their centres perfectly, his hardened cock desperate to acquaint itself with her warm, weeping centre that called out for him and only him.

“Spitfire?” She murmured against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed. “Your little spitfire?”

Marcellus hummed as he pressed harder against her mouth and rose to her feet, helping to guide her legs so they wrapped around his waist, his hands squeezing her firm, ample ass.

“You don’t like it?” He hummed lowly as he watched his mate from under hooded eyes, turning around to lift both his knees on the bed before dropping her.

He chuckled as she bounced lightly on the bed and pouted up at him, but was quick to cover her body with his and brace both his arms by her head as he dipped his head low to steal a kiss. His tastebuds erupted as she tasted sweeter than she smelt.

“I love it.” She moaned into his mouth, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her hands fisted against the back of his shirt, almost as if she was afraid that he would leave.

If only she knew that, that was impossible.

“Spitfire, it is.” He whispered before pressing his lips against her mouth and wasting no time to unbutton her shirt and push it off her shoulders.

The fated couple didn’t waste any more time as they stripped down to their birthday suit, their clothes strewn about the room in disarray as they were quick to resume their previous position with him laying on top of her. Except this time, the engorged muscle between his legs throbbed against her aching centre, desperate to sink into what would be home.

“Please.” She moaned wantonly into his mouth and bucked her hips up, her pussy only creaming further as he nudged the leaking tip of his member against her lower lips which were slick with the juices of anticipation and pure, raw need.

“Beg for me.” He instructed in a deep baritone, reaching down to nudge the thick mushroom head of his cock against her lips, spreading her juices as she squirmed underneath him, her face scrunched up and her eyebrows knitted together with innate desire.

“Please!” She moaned against his mouth, her teeth raking over his bottom lip. “Please, Mars. I want you so bad!”

“Beg me more.” He chuckled darkly as the head of his cock slipped into her wanton hole, only teasing her further. “Tell me just how much you want me.”

Anastasia groaned in frustrated, breathing heavily as she clenched around the tip of his cock, her pussy pulsing to be filled with his thickness, all but weeping for him.

Her hand travelled up his back and the base of his neck before wrapping her fingers around his hair and pulling his head closer to hers, angling it so she could whisper into his ear.

“Please, Alpha.”

The last word came out a moan as he reared his hips back and thrust into her all the way to the hilt in one go, filling her to the brim with all that he had to offer.

Anastasia moaned and pressed her head further back into the pillow and opened herself further up to him, a moan passing her lips with each thrust of his hips. When her back arched and a low groan passed her lips, Marcellus grinned before dipping his head to press a kiss to one of her hardened nubs, alternating between the two to ensure an equal amount of attention to both voluptuous breasts.

“You like that?” He murmured quietly; his mouth still attached to her rosy nipples that ached for his attention.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” She grinned up at him, but her lips quickly parted in a silent moan as he pushed himself back onto his knees into a kneeling position, slipping his hands under her hips to hold her up as he continued to drill into her, refusing to relent as they both chased their impending climaxes.

His hips slapped against the curve of her ass with every thrust and pound, his thick cock brushing up against her front wall. When he felt her clenching around him tightly, trying to squeeze him for everything that he had, it took everything he had not to spurt his release into her so early.

Three more thrusts from him was enough to set her off as Anastasia squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her head back into the soft pillow under her head, coating his cock with her juices. Her pussy quivered around him as he continued to thrust into her, making her orgasm last longer.

The more she clenched on him, the sloppier his thrusts got as he struggled to contain himself until finally, he thrust into her sharply one more time before he coated her walls with everything that he had, cumming inside her more than he had ever cum before.

Guttural groans sounded from deep within him as he emptied his heavy, low hanging balls balls, dropping himself low to hover over her. His gums ached as he continued to pulse inside her, still far from soft or limp. Hard enough to go for a second round and then maybe a third perhaps, if she was able to take another rough pounding.

Anastasia moaned quietly from underneath him and reached up to wound her arms around him, gently rubbing a hand up and down his back, basking in that after sex feeling which cocooned them both from the rest of the world.

However, Marcellus didn’t quite feel the same way.

As the seconds ticked by, the more painfully his gums ached until finally, a loud growl passed his lips as he was unable to hold himself back any longer. He pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck in a silent warning and when she craned her neck to the side in welcome and acceptance, that was all he needed before he clamped his mouth down on her neck, finally marking her and forever entwining their souls together.

It was only when his phone started blaring did Marcellus wake up and realise that everything that he had just witnessed was nothing more than a mere figment of his wild and horny imagination.