Falling for the Enemy Who Tried to Take Someone's Mate

Episode 10

She panted above him, the unfamiliar sensations wracking over her body. "Please, don't go any further than this," she whispered. "I've never..."

Vincent paused, dark and big. "I won't," he said softly, his voice hoarse. Then he started thrusting against her, hard.

"Oh!" she cried out. It felt so good.

"I could make you come just like this," he choked out roughly. "You want that don't you?"

"Yes, please!" she cried, her hips moving to match his thrusts. She was completely lost, her mind blank except for the quickly approaching release she had never been able to obtain on her own.

"So f*ck*ng wet. I'd f*ck you so d*mn hard, make you scream my name," he rumbled.

"Oh god," she groaned.

"Does this feel good, girl?" he demanded roughly, quickening his thrusts.

"Yes!"

"Then come," he commanded.

She sobbed, clutching at his shoulders. She was lost. "V-Vincent."

"Evelyn, come."

Vincent gritted his teeth as Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and called his name. Her little body stiffened, her back arching, as her hips bucked erratically. He held her tight as her body shook with her orgasm, just stopping himself from spilling his seed between her soft thighs.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, shock intermixed with pleasure in her big silver eyes. She's never come before. F*ck!

His hands clenched around her waist. His wolf demanded he take her fully, to sink into her tight heat and make her come over and over. Even in its weakened state it took him several long moments to wrestle back into control.

Never had he been so f*ck*ng turned on. And by a little virgin halfling! He was half-dead and his d*mn c*ck was throbbing for Christ sakes. It thrilled him to be the first to give Evelyn pleasure. The dominant wolf in him wanted to be the only man to ever give her pleasure.

She stilled against him, dragging in a deep breath. "Vincent," she whimpered.

"I'm not done with you," he snarled. Reaching up tugged at her hair with his good hand, the long locks cascading down her back. Wrapping a thick braid around his fist he yanked her towards him, devouring her sweet mouth. She made a soft needy sound, melting into him, her little tongue darting into his mouth.

"F*ck, Evelyn," he growled.

"I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered.

He swallowed hard, his desire skyrocketing at her sweet honesty. He'd never met a woman like her. Vincent wanted nothing more than to flip her over, pin her down, and f*ck her hard. Frustration seared through him. Even if he could take her his body didn't have the strength too. He could already feel himself fading, his muscles growing weak.

"Ride me," he ordered hoarsely.

She blushed, bowing her head. "I don't think I can take anymore."

Tugging on her hair he practically chocked, "I want to see you come again. Ride me, Evelyn."

Moaning she complied immediately. His wolf roared with pleasure as she obeyed him, his c*ck leaking against her slick heat. The fact that he could command her was thrilling as f*ck.

"That's my girl," he praised her. Raising her hair to his face he shut his eyes, inhaling her scent. It was so uniquely Evelyn - soft, sweet, innocent. He had never scented anything so desirable. He could find her anywhere just by her scent alone.

A voice in the back of his mind warned that his fascination and desire could be for a reason, but he shoved it aside. Instead he focused on her soft body moving above him, the sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips, her drenched panties sliding over his c*ck.

D*mn it, don't come, not yet.

"Does this feel good, angelas?" he managed to ask.

"Yes!"

"Do you want to come again?"

"Yes, please!" she cried, rocking her hips against him.

He gritted his teeth. Keep it together. "Then come again."

"I-I can't," she keened. "Vincent..."

Vincent knew what she wanted and it had his wolf practically clawing at his mind. Sh*t, the woman was driving him mad with lust. "What do you want, tell me?"

She peered down at him, eyes dark with desire. "Please..." she pleaded.

He s*ck*d in a breath, his grip tightening on her hair. "Please, what?"

"P-Please, tell me to come," she whispered.

F*ck yes! His wolf roared, rocking his mind. Vincent didn't have time to gather control. He was already lost.

"Come," he commanded.

She did on a scream, her body going rigid.

He rushed to meet her, bellowing with pleasure as he spilled between her thighs. He gripped her to him as he came over and over, coating her soft skin with his seed. He came so d*mn hard his vision blackened.

Leaning back he was aware of Evelyn collapsing against him. He only had enough strength to wrap his good arm around her waist before passing out.