Lone Alpha of Full Moon Forest

Share a Kiss, Isabella

"Even in the realm of dreams, you can't escape the inevitable. You are mine." A deep voice whispered.

Isabella gasped and jolted. Her heart pounding, she faced the man who was crouched by her bed. It was him.

His blue eyes glinted at her amusedly as he smiled at her, his canines peaking through his lips and hinting at his wildness."Did you miss me, my sweet?" He said, his voice as deep and dark as a starless sky.

"Get out of my house!" Isabella shouted, her voice quavered. Her body froze in place.

Adrian chuckled, amused. He was wearing nothing, again.

"But I am yours and you are mine, my lover. My mate." He said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. His body was rigid with anticipation as he watched her reaction.

She stood up slowly from the bed and backed away from him. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounded wildly and her mouth was dry.

His eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her, a satisfied smirk on his face. He eyed her night dress, imagining how satisfying it would be to remove it,

She could not escape, he was much taller than she and stronger. He approached her, walking around the bed to corner her. She could feel his muscles ripple under her hands as she pushed at him. He was between her and the only door of her cottage. He would catch her if she ran, that was clear. She shivered, surprisingly not in fear but anticipation. She despaired at her body's betrayal once more.

She looked around for something to use as a weapon. There wasn't much in her room as it was sparsely furnished with a simple bed, a chair, a couple of drawers for her clothes. Nothing to help. She tried to reason with him. "Look, Adrian. I don't want this." She pleaded. Her voice shook.

"No? Your body betrays you." He replied, amused.

He could hear her heart race and her skin was flushed, he could smell her desire.

He pushed her gently but firmly until her back was against the wall. He could smell the scent of her hair, she smelled sweet like fresh-cut flowers and rainwater. He leaned in and breathed in deeply, letting his nose glide along the curve of her neck.

His voice rumbled through her chest as he growled. She could feel it in her bones.

"Why?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek as he spoke. "You are so beautiful... Why do you deny me?" His hand slipped down to her hip, resting there for a moment before sliding over the curve of her bottom. She could feel his arousal, pressing against her stomach. Her stomach clenched involuntarily.

"I-I... I just can't do this..." she stammered.

She swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. They were dark blue, like the ocean in the evening light. They seemed to draw her in, hypnotising her. Her legs began to feel weak and her head swam. "Please," she whimpered, "I'm not ready."

Her body was responding to his touch, even though her mind protested.

The wolf-man smirked, his eyes narrowed with hunger. "My, my. Is it the fear of intimacy? Of pleasure? Or something else?" He mused, his voice thick with desire. "Perhaps it is me? Have you ever been with a man?" His breath tickled her neck. His body was so warm.

She looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. Her face burned hot, and her eyes prickled with tears.

His hand traced the line of her jaw and down her throat, pausing at her collarbone. He looked down at her. "My sweet... Do not fight this." He said. "It will not help you. Your scent calls to me." His nose trailed along her collarbone. "Your pulse quickens," his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, "you tremble with need..." he growled deep in his chest.

The sound sent shivers up her spine.

"I said I'm not ready," she protested.

His lips brushed against the delicate skin of her earlobe. "Then share a kiss, Isabella," he breathed into her ear, "and if your resolve holds, I shall vanish into the night for now..."

He was so close now, his lips only an inch from hers. Her head swam, her legs felt like jelly and she had trouble standing. She leaned back against the wall and stared into his eyes. Her vision blurred and the only thing she could focus on were his lips.

She felt her own lips part. She could almost taste him...

"Please..." she whispered. Her mind was spinning, she could barely think straight. Her heart thundered in her chest. His face drew close. She closed her eyes, her breath quickened and she let out a gasp. She couldn't fight this. Not anymore.

His lips touched hers. She gasped, his kiss was gentle at first, teasing her with small nibbles. Then his tongue glided along her lower lip before pulling back. He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction. She responded by parting her lips further, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She could feel him smile as he pressed against her, his arms encircling her and pulling her tight against him. His lips were firm but soft, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth with abandon. She whimpered, a low whine of submission and desire. He groaned as she surrendered herself to him completely.

His body tensed and his arousal hardened, pushing against her thigh. She moaned again and clutched at him desperately. His kiss was intoxicating, it consumed her entire being and she surrendered herself willingly to him.

"Tell me what you want..." he breathed. He kissed her throat, licking and nipping at her flesh, savouring every moment of contact. He grazed his teeth over her collarbone and then returned to her lips, claiming them in a deep, passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth as her hips ground against him instinctively. He was hard and throbbing now.

He growled.

"I need to taste you... all of you... your body aches for it..." His breath was ragged against her skin as he spoke between kisses.

She shuddered, a low whine escaping from her chest as he trailed his tongue along the length of her jaw and down to the hollow of her neck.

"Adrian," she whimpered. "Please..." She didn't know if she wanted him to stop or continue. All she knew was that she wanted him, needed him... She'd never felt this way before and it scared her. Her body was betraying her. She'd always been so careful. She'd always had a sense of control, and she felt like that was now slipping away. Her mind was in disarray. She was confused and lost. Her head swam and she felt lightheaded, she couldn't focus. All she knew was the overwhelming urge to have him take her. To taste every inch of her.

His hand slipped under her nightgown. His fingertips brushed over her stomach, tracing circles as they moved slowly towards her chest. Her breathing became rapid, and she trembled as she tried to regain some control over her emotions. His hand moved over her ribs, then down to her hip, stroking it gently. His fingers traced across her lower abdomen, moving lower towards her centre.

"Are you wet, my sweet?" he breathed, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

"Yes," she whimpered as his hand cupped her mound, his fingers tracing lightly across the soft cotton fabric of her knickers. He was teasing her.

"Does it feel good?" he murmured as he slowly peeled her knickers aside, his fingers caressing her gently.

"Yes, please..." She moaned as his finger brushed over her swollen nub. Her breath came in quick gasps as she clung to him, desperate for his touch.

"So beautiful..." he whispered. "Your scent drives me wild..." His breath was hot against her cheek as he nibbled at her earlobe, his fingers slipping into her slick entrance. She let out a gasp of pleasure and arched against him, her head thrown back. He kissed along the length of her neck and she could feel him smiling as she squirmed against him, her body aching for release.

She surrendered completely, she let go. She let him have all of her. She moaned his name and he growled low in his throat, pleased with her submission. She gasped as his teeth grazed against the tender flesh of her throat. Her body burned with desire as he bit down harder. His bite stung her, but the pain mixed with the pleasure as his fingers pushed deep inside her wetness, sending shockwaves through her body.

"Say it." His voice was thick with desire and lust. She could hear it in his voice, his growl echoed through her entire body and her legs weakened.

"What?" She whimpered, confused by the request. He stopped, his hand still resting against her s*x and looked down at her. His eyes burned into hers and she could feel him waiting for her answer. Her cheeks burned as she struggled to find the right words.

"You're mine." The wolf-man leaned down and kissed her neck tenderly. "That is all I need to hear."

He smiled as his lips moved over her throat, his teeth gently nipping at the skin.

He carried her to her bed, and then laid her down with tenderness.

"Say it." He repeated. He looked deep into her eyes, his pupils dilated in the dark. "Tell me that you belong to me..." he whispered.

"Tell me you are mine " He leaned over her and kissed along the length of her throat. Her pulse quickened as he breathed deeply, savouring the scent of her skin.

"I belong to you..." She murmured.

His smile was smug and satisfied, a feral grin, "That's it my love."

Her body tingled in anticipation, she couldn't wait for him to touch her. He moved his hands to the hem of her night gown and she gasped as his fingertips grazed her skin.

He lifted the hem up and over her head, baring her naked breasts and stomach to him. She moaned as his tongue ran over her n****e and he sucked gently on it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Beautiful," he breathed, as his lips trailed across her collarbone to the base of her neck.