Hate or Love

All I Need

Victor's lips came crashing down on hers, hard, unforgiving, as he took full possess of her mouth, all the while keeping her pinned on the wall, one of Estelle's leg around his hip and his knee planted between her thighs.

And never in her life Estelle had felt that helpless, that possessed, that desired. Only now when her mate's mouth slid on her neck as he nipped and sucked at the soft skin while his knee brushed on her heated core purposely from time to time.

The whimpers that left her mouth were needy and helpless, soon turning into small moans whenever Victor's hand squeezed her leg and his mouth sucked harder.

"Victor..." she called out his name when his mouth was just above her breast.

He smiled against her skin in satisfaction, knowing he already had her. And when he let go of her wrists above her head, her hands came around his and fisted on his long hair, attempting to bring his face when she needed it the most.

All logic and coherent thoughts had left her mind since the very first second his lips had connected with hers, she wouldn't be able to stop herself even if she wanted to.

Victor moved the thin straps of her small satin dress from her shoulders, seeing as they fell and exposed her full plump breasts that were already hardened. And just the heated stare he gave to them, and the way his eyes darkened made them harden right in front of his eyes, jump to attention.

Almost unconsciously, his mouth came down to taste the right one first, sucking on it and enjoying his time with his eyes closed.

A full moan escaped her lips and his eyes flew open when he felt the way her hips started to move against his thigh too, trying to ease her own ache.

She was acting all in instinct, Victor knew it. And he loved it. He loved the way her body knew who it belonged to even when her mind didn't want to give in to him.

Not that her mind had any saying in this now whatsoever, Estelle was already so lost in him and Victor was so lost in making her helplessly need him in every inch of her body.

He moved his mouth on her other breast, swilling his tongue against the pink button for a few seconds, watching the way she held on his hair more eagerly, until he gave in and fulled his mouth with her.

"Oh, Victor." She bit on her lip hard, trying to hold herself and not grind herself on his thigh until she would find her release. And maybe she wasn't doing a good job at that, not when he knew everything to do to play with her body just like he wanted to.

"You taste so good, little wolf. So good." When Estelle expected it the least, he dropped on his knees right in front of her, grabbing the short skirt of her dress and tucking it on corset so it wouldn't get in his way. "But now it's time to see how you really taste."

She froze, breathless when his fingers curled on her small lace underwear and easily teared them apart, exposing her to him. "What- what are you doing?" Her voice was a whisper. A pleading one.

Victor smirked. "I'm going to worship you with my mouth between your legs until you fall apart on my face, and even then I'm going to make you come and come again however many times I want to."

He loved the way she gasped and her face reddened at his filthy words. But he had waited for this for so much, so long, there was no way he wasn't going to have all of it.

One of his fingers brushed between her lips lightly and Estelle found her knees already trembling as her stomach clenched in need. "Please," she whispered, not knowing what she was pleading about in the first place. "Victor, please."

"What are you pleading for, little wolf?" He questioned, his voice lusty as he watched up at her face the whole time. "Tell me. Tell me, Estelle, what do you need."

"You."

He froze for a second, taking in her confess.

But Estelle couldn't lie, not anymore. The desperation in her voice was clear, "You. You, all I need is you."

Gripping her hips, his mouth was already on her small core, sucking on her as his finger moved in and out of her folds rhythmically.

Estelle's eyes fell back on her head in pleasure, her mouth slightly open as she left the feel of his mastered tongue overwhelm her.

"Eyes on me," Victor ordered, studying and enjoying her every reaction, her every whimper. "I want you to look at me the whole time."

Her knees almost gave her up right there and then. "Victor..."

"Tell me." He never stopped his movements, watching as she was near the breaking point.

"I... I need..." A third finger was enough to make the orgasm rip right through her before Estelle could even finish the sentence.

Victor watched as she came undone right in front of him, because of him, while her body arched from the wall and her eyes rolled back on her head, not possible to keep looking at him anymore.

And instantly, her legs became like jelly and they could hold her no longer, just as she predicted. She fell on the floor, right in front of him, watching him from her clouded eyes and panting hard at the same time.

There were all kind of feeling in his eyes, and triumph was surely one of them.

"Oh, little wolf," he whispered, the thumb that had been between her fold starting to trace her lips just slightly.

But a sudden knock on the door brought them both out of the daze they had fallen, looking in each other's eyes.

The knocking kept going even when none of them answered.

"Who is it?" Victor finally asked, his voice showing how upset he was at the interruption.

"My King."

Just the voice made Estelle's hands fist in anger. What was she doing here? And why?

"Irene?"

"Can I talk to you, please?" The voice Estelle was hating so much right now kept talking, for her complete irritation. "It's important."

Victor groaned, annoyed. "Not now," he answered, not looking away from Estelle.

"I insist, Your Majesty."

There was something inside Estelle, something that hoped, almost prayed he'd turn the other woman down. Tell her that there was nothing more important he had right now that could make him go away from his mate.

However, he only stood up, adjusted his clothes and his hair, and walked to the door. "I'll see you at the feast, Estelle," was the last thing he told her before he walked to away... maybe to his mistress, as Estelle believed now the other woman truly was.

Leaving her half-naked, sat on the floor, he went to another woman, after proving exactly his point.

And never in her life Estelle had felt more humiliated. But it was her fault for leaving her guard down, wasn't it? For believing he meant it when he said he really wanted to have her sitting down on the Queen's spot on the table tonight.

For letting herself feel for him even when she knew that was a mistake.

Wrapping her arms around her legs, she rested her forehead on her thighs, feeling the wet tears touch them despite how much she didn't want to cry for him.

This had been a mistake.

And mistakes were meant to be fixed.