Chapter 102- Mature

*Mature*
Samira
I sat in his lap, feeling the forming lump that made me bite my lip. I could hear the clock in his office tick away, the random mumblings of servants every so often. Our silence was a comfortable one, while he let me gather my thoughts… I already wanted him. I had since we were in the car, and he showed his fangs. I wanted them on my skin, while he received my bite… But I didn’t know how to word it. I didn’t want to sound like a deviant…but I felt famished. Depraved. But how do I tell him this? He will not wait for me to tell him forever.
“Well?” Tyson’s fangs grazed the tip of my earlobe. “What does my queen want to do?” His cool breath, and baritone voice danced across my skin. The way he said it gave tingles across my mark. Just the suggestion of his touch began to light a fire within me….. I couldn’t help but run my hands across his body. My hands went lower, because I knew what I wanted.
His heartbeat was steady as a drum, yet I felt it. He was already hard, …. I grabbed hold of his member through his pants, giving it a small massage. Pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants, I roamed my hand up and down the length of it, while adjusting myself slightly to do so. I was already aroused, but thinking of him inside me made me start to get wet.
Tyson hissed a small growl, biting his lip a bit. Some of his hair draped over fiery eyes, vivid with hunger. I pulled him in for a taste. I surprised us both now, because I don’t think I’d ever wanted to be with my mate this badly… I felt ravenous. I leaned up, and he met me halfway. Our lips hungrily crashed, and with it came sparks that danced along with the motion of his caresses.
His kiss was wanting, and rough. Our lips tangled, intertwined in a dance of passion. They were soft, warm, and held little hums of endearment and pleasure. My hands roamed underneath his shirt… Tyson’s chest still rippled with lean muscle…. I found myself helping him take off his t-shirt.
“You still have not answered your king.” He smiled. Tyson gave me goosebumps with how huskily he’d said it… and I knew I was in heat. There was no way that words alone and a few kisses had me so wanting….
“You wish to hear it from my lips sire?” I said sweetly. I even played with the hem of my dress a bit. I looked up to see that my innocent act worked on him greatly. He looked at me with a slightly raised brow, unsure himself what to say.
“How can I attend my queen if I do not know what pleases?” He asked leaning in, kissing my forehead. “I can tell already that fingers would only bring frustration.”
Sitting in his lap, I held onto his shoulders. He kissed me like he’d been gone for months, or even years… I was craving him myself, wrapping my hands around his neck for better balance. Tyson slowly leaned backward, which slowly, gently put me directly on top of him. All I was wearing underneath the dress was underwear and a bra. I could feel the entire girth of my mate… It fit between my folds, separated only by a little fabric.
All the while our lips didn’t separate. They swirled in sync with his hands. Those hands rhythmically trailed down my stomach to my hips. I could feel his claws retract slowly, as if every fiber of his being was set on savoring my touch.
And every touch he gave traveled straight to my core. I was already wet to his hardness. Tyson slowly rotated his hips, and I felt his cock grind across my button. I tried to match him, and he held my hips to help support me. 
Tyson’s movements were bold, and rhythmic. I could feel myself start to climb. His hold on my hips was firm, yet soft enough that I could feel each individual finger, each giving only the slightest tingled pressure. I tried going counterclockwise while he went the opposite. We both breathed heavily, though he completely supported me.
I needed him here… I knew Tyson. He might even have plans later, and I don’t want that. I want him close….
“I know what I want my king.” I said leaning down, so that our eyes met.
“What would that be my queen?” He asked kissing me gently. He put a hand behind my head, but he let me stay on top. 
“I think I want to spend the rest of today in bed.” I said that with hooded eyes, which surprised him. For a moment, the normally stoic king held a look of shock that could not be denied. However, it was quickly replaced by a sassy, confident grin.
“Oh? The *whole* day?” He chuckled, helping me take off my dress, and my bra. “I don’t know, I think I have *plans*.”
“Oh Shush!” I yelled, which only made him laugh harder. “Make it Two Days!”
“How about until we get tired?” he said bucking his hips.
The impact even through my underwear had me wanting to remove them. Tyson held me firmly, and he slowly rotated his hips again. The feel of him on me made me want him inside me, but he seemed to enjoy teasing me to no end. One of his hands came gently to my face, and I leaned down to my King’s request….
He sucked my neck. Tyson was close to my mark, but purposefully nibbled near it. It felt like the last day of summer, but right before the first leaf fell. It felt like before the year changes into something more, but after the longest day… Something mature, yet new.
Familiar, yet unlike anything I’d ever felt before. As his lips delicately nipped rings around my mark, I found myself taking off my panties. I didn’t want to wait any longer, being absolutely soaked without him even using his fingers.
He shimmied off his pants, and with the hand that originally coaxed me closer, grabbed hold of his member to slide it between my folds. The head of it rubbed my button, then he positioned it at my entrance. 
“I love you my little mate.” He said lovingly.
“I love you too.” I said as I lowered myself into position. I could feel myself comfortably stretching around him. It had been a while, but I was so wet that I really was ready for him…. 
“I’m going to go slow my queen.” He said firmly.
He gently held my sides. I went down, sliding slowly onto his cock, and then up, almost to the tip. My first bounce was slow, and it felt good testing out this new position. Every inch filled me completely. I sat there for a moment, enjoying the heft of my mate. The tingles of the mate bond ignited my inner fire… Like a match being struck to light a candle… I’d gotten a taste. The next one was a little faster. With all the control I think he had, he slowly entered and exited. Every thud held a gentle slap. Each gained a moan out of me.
Right now, whatever worry we hold can be for later, outside this room. In this bed, I felt the panted grunts of every dip. Every rise held a growl from him. That was its own tease. I wanted more… I needed more. I needed more of him.
I bounced harder, and he went deeper inside me. I threw my head back, bouncing on his cock while he helped me to hold on. Holding my sides, I could feel him start to ram me proper.
“Harder.” I almost yelled.
He slowed to a stop, and looked at me as if I were a meal. “Put your arms around my neck little mate.” He commanded with a smile.
“Yes, your highness.” I said innocently, and submissively. Tyson closed his eyes. I felt it throb.
The King of the Wolves changed our position without us disconnecting. I now had my legs wrapped around his waist, while he held my hips. I was then pinned against the bedroom wall, and there he kissed me while plunging himself into me. I could feel myself climbing a mountain, while he rode me.
He rammed into me like I wanted, grunting with every pound. Every slap echoed off the perfectly preserved room. 
“Oh right there!” I screamed. “OH!” I moaned loudly, biting his mark once he bit me.
Tyson only snarled in response, licking my mark, healing it with a kiss. I didn’t know he could do that, but I didn’t stop to ask. He threw his head back, slamming into me with all his might, and I held onto his neck as if I’d break it. I climbed the mountain breakneck speed, since he was giving it to me exactly the way I needed it. His left hand reached down, and rubbed my button in circular motions, rubbing my button with every stroke made me seize, seeing stars. 
The combination of his member and his motions was enough to have me explode in pure pleasure. I don’t think I’d ever came so hard, yet somehow I still wanted more. He was strong enough to do this one handed… and I exploded a second time. I came with him, I could feel his firm pulses spew ropes inside me.
Tyson bucked, resisting the urge to bite me again. I could feel my button rub against the shaft of his cock since he held me like that. He filled me and kept going, slowly mating me now.
“Do you want for more?” He asked.
“I’m not tired yet.” I smiled.
“Alright.” he said carrying us to the bed. I was gently placed on the black satin sheets. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I didn’t say anything. I did as I was told. I was about to be bred… I craved him even more now.
If anyone was a stallion, it was Tyson.
It was as if the more we mated, the better it felt. He grabbed my sides, and I held onto the sheets. He plunged into me, filling me up again. Both of us grunted at the pure pleasure. It felt as if a wildfire was set off inside me. All I wanted was to be in this room with my mate, and nothing else. I wanted him to pump every rope he had into me.
“Oh my gods.” He snarled.
“Harder.” I begged. I didn’t care how wanting I sounded. I wanted him to drill me until I wasn’t in heat! 
“Hold on.” He commanded. I could hear him roar with every push filling me. It was what I needed to go over the edge one last time. I came, and he held me in place, pumping into me. We both pulsed on and around each other. Both of us panted as if we’d ran a race.
“….You’re dangerous.” Said Tyson with a small chuckle.