The Fated Curse

Chapter 4

I tilted my head, giving him better access to my neck. That was all the permission he needed. He began sucking and nibbling on my neck. One of his hands went up my shirt, under my bra, and cupped my breast. He teased my n****e between his thumb and middle finger. He tugged it slightly, eliciting a moan from me.

His other hand continued tracing my hip bone teasingly. I leaned back onto him and reached my arm up behind his head, encouraging his assault of my neck. I unbuttoned my jeans with my other hand and plunged his hand down to where I needed him. I felt his smile against my neck.

"Impatient are we?" He said while giving me what I wanted. He alternated between rubbing my c**t and plunging a finger into me, making me more wet. He used my juices to rub against my c**t at a tantalizing speed. He knew precisely what he was doing. I could feel myself getting closer to my climax. He then pulled away from me.

I turned around and watched as he licked me off of his fingers. He maintained eye contact with me the whole time.

"I want to taste more of you." Upon his command, I slowly pulled my jeans off of my hips and kicked them off of me. He watched every movement. I went to remove my underwear. "No, shirt next."

I started undoing the buttons of my shirt slowly, one at a time. He mimicked my movements with his own shirt. I watched as more of his chest came into view. I could see more tattoos wrapping across his chest. His muscles were perfectly defined. I admired him for a moment. After my last button, I let my shirt slide off my shoulders and onto the ground. I stood before him in my bra and panties.

He, now shirtless, walked back over to me and placed one hand on my hip while the other unclasped my bra in one expert motion. I let it fall to the floor. With my breasts on display, he took one n****e into his mouth and the other he rubbed with his fingers. He then switched breast. It felt so good to have his mouth on me. My body instinctively arched into his mouth.

He then started trailing kisses and sucking down my stomach until he reached my panties. He hooked his fingers into them and pulled them from my hips. He then pushed me back up against the wall, went to his knees, and lifted my legs onto both of his shoulders in one swift motion. Before I could even process the position change, his mouth was between my legs lapping up my folds. I screamed at the contact of his tongue on my c******s. It felt so f*****g good. He licked and tugged it with his mouth with expert precision.

I leaned my head back against the wall, enjoying the onslaught. He then used one of his hands from below me and plunged two fingers inside of me. His long fingers reached exactly the spot I needed them to. He pumped his fingers inside of me while continuing his work with his tongue. I was a moaning mess at this point. He grunted his approval at the noises I was making. I felt my climax coming.

"Oh goddess!" I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me. He continued his assault, prolonging my orgasm.

He took one last lick to consume all my juices before returning me to my shaky feet. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, he swooped me up, and set me on the edge of his desk and positioned himself between my legs. I helped him undo his belt buckle and lower his pants enough that his member was free. He was both thick and long. I stroked his length up and down a few times, making him harder. He then moved my hand away and plunged inside of me in one swift motion. I arched my back at the entry, and he gripped my hips and started pounding into me. This was not sweet or gentle, it was carnal s*x. Stress relief, as he said. He increased his speed and I had to dig my fingers into his back to keep upright. He grunted in approval. He then pulled out of me, flipped me over so my chest was on his desk and then slammed back into me from behind. He grabbed my hips, pulling them back onto him, as he plunged forward, increasing how deep he went inside me.

With every thrust he hit that perfect spot inside of me. It didn't take long for me to explode onto him. But he wasn't done yet. He kept plunging inside of me, building me towards another orgasm. I was already so sensitive. I didn't think I could take it. He then grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanking my head back. He continued to pound into me until we both went over the edge.

We remained there for a moment catching our breaths before he pulled out of me. He fixed his pants and picked his shirt off of the ground. It took me a moment longer to regain the ability to move my legs, which were now jelly. He chuckled at his work.

I followed suit in gathering my clothes and redressing. "That was fun," he said.

"Fun is an understatement. I must say, I have never had a prince on his knees for me. I might have to return the favor sometime." I said, then left his office before waiting for a response.

We both knew what this was, there was no need for conversation about it. There was no kissing, no passion. It was purely animalistic. Exactly what I needed. My wolf was thoroughly satisfied by our recent encounter. And I left the promise of another stress relief session in the future. I only had 8 months remaining to live. What better way to spend my last days than with great s*x? Sure, there was war, but a girl has needs.