Full Moon Sin: Erotic Werewolf Mating

Chapter 7

TURNED BY THE ENEMY PART 3

Angel woke sore and slick between her thighs. Sunlight filtered into Seven’s private cabin, but her body didn’t care about daylight. The heat was back, hotter than last night, throbbing in her core like a second heartbeat.

“Seven,” she groaned, rolling over. The alpha was already watching her, golden eyes dark with hunger. His c**k strained against his pants.

“Can’t stay away?” he growled, crawling over her. “I can’t stay away either but the Pack is gathering soon and Elara is coming tomorrow for the alliance ceremony. We have to hide this, it’s forbidden dirty omega.”

Angel grabbed his neck, pulling him down as her bite mark burned. “Then f**k me quick before they notice.” She spread her legs, rubbing her drenched p***y against his thigh. “I’m dripping again. Your c*m from last night isn’t enough.”

Seven snarled and flipped her onto her stomach. “Greedy little omega. You want this Alpha c**k while the pack walks outside?” He shoved two fingers into her without warning, pumping hard. “Listen to how wet you are. Filthy sounds.”

“Yes—f**k!” Angel pushed back, moaning into the pillow. “Deeper. Stretch me Alpha. I need your knot again.”

He ripped his pants down. His thick c**k slapping against her ass. “Is this what you crave?” In one thrust he buried himself, balls-deep, groaning at her tight heat. “Still so f*****g swollen from breeding you last night. Your cunt’s sucking me in like it owns me.”

Angel cried out, gripping the sheets as he pounded her. Skin slapped loudly. “Harder, Alpha! Make me feel it all day.” She reached back, spreading herself wider. “Breed me again. Put more pups in me before your precious Elara shows up.”

Seven’s grip on her hips turned bruising. “Don’t f*****g say her name while I’m inside you.” He leaned down, biting over her permanent mark, which sent electric pleasure through her veins. “This mark means you’re mine. Not her. Never, unless you chose to share.”

“I don’t mind sharing.” she replied. “But for now, I want you to f**k me till it stops to ache.”

He f****d her mercilessly, knot already swelling at the base. Every brutal stroke hit that perfect spot, making her toes curl and her vision blur. Angel came hard, walls clamping around him, squirting down his balls.

“f**k—good girl,” he rasped, still thrusting through her orgasm. “Milk me. Take every drop.”

Voices suddenly drifted from outside the cabin. Pack members calling for their Alpha.

Seven froze mid-thrust, knot half-swollen, still buried deep. “s**t. Don’t make a sound.”

Angel whimpered, trying to stay quiet, but her heat betrayed her. She clenched around him deliberately. “Then finish inside me quietly. Or I’ll scream your name.”

He clamped a big hand over her mouth and started grinding deep and slow, knot stretching her painfully wide.

“Naughty b***h,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “Trying to get us caught with my c**k locked in your womb.” The dirty words made her shudder. He rubbed her c**t in tight circles. “c*m again quietly or I’ll pull out and leave you aching.”

Angel moaned into his palm, body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her. Seven growled low, hips jerking as he pumped fresh hot c*m into her. His knot locked fully, sealing everything inside. They stayed like that, panting, while footsteps passed dangerously close.

When the voices faded, Seven carefully pulled free, c*m leaking down her thighs. He flipped her over and kissed her roughly. “You’re going to be the death of me, Angel.”

She smirked, still breathless. “Worth it. But we can’t keep sneaking like this. The bond is getting stronger. I can feel your emotions now. You’re torn.”

Seven dressed quickly, jaw tight. “The rival bloodline in you changes everything. My scouts confirmed it last night. Your family line was supposed to be wiped out decades ago because ypu have a werewolf bloodline of an enemy pack that nearly destroyed us. If the pack finds out that I claimed you instead of Elara…” He dragged a hand through his hair. “The alliance falls and war would start again.”

Angel sat up, naked and glowing with fresh c*m. Brave fire lit her eyes. “Then claim me publicly. I’m not some secret side piece. This heat is only getting worse and I can barely think straight without your c**k in me.”

A knock sounded on the door. “Alpha Seven? The Silvercreek delegation is early. Elara wants to meet you now.”

Seven cursed. “Stay here and hide the mark.” He tossed her a scarf. “I’ll distract them from your scent.”

But as soon as he left, Angel’s heat spiked viciously. Pain and need clawed at her. She doubled over, fingers sliding between her legs, but it wasn’t enough. Minutes later the door cracked open and Seven slipped back in, eyes wild.

“They’re waiting in the main hall. I have ten minutes.” He locked the door and yanked her to the edge of the bed. “On your back. Legs up.”

Angel obeyed instantly, spreading wide, showing him her messy, leaking p***y. “Hurry, Alpha. f**k your forbidden omega before your future mate sees how full I already am.”

Seven thrust in hard, covering her mouth again as he railed her. “So f*****g tight even after two loads. This p***y has ruined me for anyone else.” His thrusts were desperate, deep, punishing. “Gonna fill you one more time then walk around the pack with my c*m dripping down your legs while I pretend to court her.”

The risk made everything hotter. Angel’s nails raked his back. “Yes… breed your rival’s blood right under their noses. I want it. I want you to choose me.”

He pounded faster, knot threatening again. “You’re mine. This womb is mine. f**k the politics.” He bit her mark hard as he came, flooding her once more. Angel shattered around him, toes curling, biting her own arm to stay silent.

They dressed in three minutes, Seven helping her tie the scarf over the glowing bite. His expression was conflicted but fierce. “Tonight, after the welcome feast, I’m sneaking you to the ritual cave. No more hiding. We will end this one way or another.”

Angel kissed him deeply, tasting sin and possession. “Good. Because this heat won’t let me wait. And if Elara touches you without me beside her…” Her new wolf growled possessively. “I’ll tear her throat out.”

Seven’s dark smile returned. “My brave, wild mate.” He slipped out first.

But as Angel followed minutes later, scarf in place, she overheard Elara’s sweet voice in the distance: “I’ve waited years for this union, Alpha. Our packs will be unstoppable.”

Angel’s bloodline power stirred hotter. The ancient enemy wolf inside her whispered that she wasn’t just claimed, she was destined to rule.

The real storm was coming.