"I can smell your innocence," Lucian whispered, caressing Csilla's face. He was above her on his bed, keeping himself up with his elbow.
"I can smell your blood," Csilla whispered back, her voice laced with lust.
"You want to taste my blood," the alpha questioned, tracing his tongue along her jaw line. She shivered from the feeling, slightly tugging away from him.
"Yes...I can't. I'm dreading I won't be able to stop."
"That is a gamble I'm willing to take."
He kissed her neck, sucking on her tender skin, leaving bright red marks which faded almost instantly. Lucian hungrily suckled her small breasts, squeezing the other relatively roughly, earning a gasp from his mate. Did she like it rough? Fascinating. But this was her first time...
He scuffed his fingers down her skin, eyeing how much she shivered under him. That was how he discovered that she was scarcely breathing. She was the caller that day. It all made sense now. But now was not the time to think. Squeezing his knee between her legs, he used it to spread them apart. Her scent heightened even more and it was all he could do not to devour her right then and there. He wanted this to be as memorable as possible. Looming above her, he couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. They sparkled in the sunlight, giving the faintest of life to them. Why hasn't he ever noticed her eyes before?
"I want you, now," Csilla gasped, feeling his teeth grate on her skin.
Her plea surprised Lucian, yet it only made him more alluring. She lifted her legs, sliding them over his shoulders to make it easier for the hungry alpha. A smirk blossomed on his lips as a distraction for him to guide himself into her, surprisingly moistured warmth.
"Ah... Luce..."
Csilla pulled him down on her, forcing him deep enough to breach her hymen, ripping her innocence to pieces. The grip from her body sent shivers of electricity through his spine, taking the rest of his self-control with her. Pulling out slowly, he rammed himself into her hard enough to jostle the bed.
"Harder," Csilla hissed in euphoria, gripping the flesh of his back with her talons.
The pain, the pleasure, the overflowing lust all but triggered the wolf in him and he found himself thrusting full power with the intent of destroying her body. She edged him on, moaning his name and lifting her hips to meet his. On an impulse, she rolled them over, straddling his hips as she rode him to thoughtlessness. She grabbed the headboard for leverage only to rip a chunk of the wooden material from its place and scatter it on the floor. The two rolled from the bed landing on the floor with a thud, not taking a second to stop. Csilla raked her claws down his chest, watching his delectable blood seep from his flesh. The sight and aroma of his blood drove her wild stimulating her hip movement.
"Bite me..."
This again? Csilla moaned her disagreement, quite dumbfounded once he rolled them over once more, overturning a chair and shattering the glass of a nearby coffee table.
"Csilla, do it...ah, bite me," Lucian growled as his body shook. His limbs felt like jelly.
To her surprise, he bit into his wrist and then pushed two blood-coated fingers into her mouth. Her irises dilated as the taste caressed the inside of her mouth. She found herself grabbing his wounded hand and sucking the blood from his digits, hungrily depleting his heat. The alpha's blood tasted better than she could ever imagine and she instantly wanted more.
Csilla shoved him off, causing him to land on the bed, breaking the wood below the mattress. He fell through it, not getting enough time to fix himself before she was on top of him again, fangs bared. Reaching for his throbbing manhood, she lowered herself onto it, catching her rhythm once more. She grabbed his throat, exposing his neck to her. For a second, the world stopped. A shard of glass that happened to find itself stuck in the wood of the ceiling fell to the floor and shattered.
"Csilla...do it. I know you want to...and I want you to....so...bite me."
She licked the remaining blood from her lip, took a profound breath then lowered herself to his neck. She hesitated only for a second before sinking her fangs into his neck.
"Ah...fuck," Lucian moaned, pulling her down even more on him. His body shook violently as he blew his full load deep inside her womb, ripping her cervix apart. The main was nothing compared to the adrenaline rush and the overload of pleasure he felt from her bite. He could feel his life fade away the more she drank from him until she forced herself off of him, slamming into the wall on the opposite side of the room. Blood dripped from her mouth. Her hair was a mess and she huffed heavily watching him slowly regain a small portion of his strength, enough for him to sit up on the broken bed and look at her with a nonsensical smirk on his magnificent face. His chest was still bleeding and his neck was completely covered in blood.
"What's so funny," Csilla panted, trying to catch her breath.
She pulled the curtain from the wall and covered her body just as the door flew open and several members of the pack streamed in ready for battle. They froze in place, observing the damage done to the room. From the broken bed to the dents in the wall and more glass falling from the ceiling. Dayna, the lead warrior pulled her second, Ayden out of the line of fire before the chandelier fell from the ceiling as well and shattered into tiny sparkling pieces on the floor.
"Jesus Christ, alpha," Dayna scolded, shoving the rest of them from the room. "Fuck outside next time."
"Why are you guys even here?" Lucian questioned, forcing himself to get up only to fall forward landing laboriously on the floor.
"We smelled your blood. We worried that she...was killing you. Did she bite you?! Your neck is bleeding."
"Yes," Lucian answered proudly, rolling over onto his back with a chuckle. "I begged her to bite me."