The Fall

Chapter 9

Zoe- 2016

Twilight had painted the sky with its enchanting hues, the music reverberated through the air, its relentless beat echoed in my chest like a second heartbeat. The energy of the crowd, a living entity in itself, enveloped me with a magnetic force. Each note was a pulse of life coursing through the air, and as I swayed to the rhythm, I felt a profound connection with everyone around me. Literally, the thrum of bodies moving against each other can be felt in my feet.

There is an irresistible pull to join, the collective euphoria surged, a tidal wave of emotion and exhilaration, pulling me towards the group. I’m three drinks deep when I surrender to the music, allowing my body to sway and twist to its intoxicating rhythm into the group. The bass of the music coursed through my veins, coaxing my mind into a state of blissful surrender. I danced without a care, the cacophony of bodies surrounding me felt like a part of me, causing my physical form to dissolve into the rhythm. In this collective energy, I felt weightless, my body responding with flawless synchronicity to the pulsating beat. I was swept away by the profound union of body and melody, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

When my eyes are open, I see sweat, skin, bodies, vessels, and conduits of pleasure all around me. I feel someone move behind me and it's easy to move against a partner at this tempo. Their presence was a warm breath against my neck. It feels like a precursor to s*x to move against someone like this, uninhibited. It's exhilarating. I am lost in the hypnotic trance, everything outside ceased to exist as our bodies melded together, I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself.

Until I hear it, a growl that surrounds me; vibrates through my bones, and my eyes dart open.

Eero is standing in front of me and his face is scowled in displeasure. His body is rigid but I place my hand on his chest and step toward him. I run my hands up his chest, then drag them down as I drop in front of him with the beat, dancing my way back up, grinding against him, my eyes fixed on his. My touch and movements are full of intent. Devious intent. When I am back standing, I spin around and press my back against him. I snake my arms up over my head and wrap them around his neck as my ass sways against him.

His hand slips around my waist, guiding my rhythm. He leans down against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “I don’t know what it is, the scent of you... I lose control... I can’t stand here and watch you grind against another male.”

I tilt my head further back, wetting my lips, “Is it okay to grind against you?”

His other hand grips my hip hard, pulling me hard against his erection. Then he releases his hold and traces his hands along my side, stopping right below my breast. “This dress.” He growls. I can feel him growing against me. “Let’s go.” He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the group. My heart is beating wildly, his touch coursing through me, electrifying my limbs, I’d follow him anywhere at this moment.

As he pulls me through the group, I notice that it is practically an orgy, people are in fact paired up all over the place, on the grass, on the furniture, two males inside one female. Eero drags me to the front of the house, a few wolves are inside the garage but the front porch is empty and he pulls me toward the bench there.

He sits and I stand back looking at him, “sit,” he commands. I’m not sure what he intended, or why he pulled me away from the group. He seems agitated now, he went from hot to cold on the walk to the porch.

So, I sit, but not how he is expecting. I straddle his lap, placing my legs on either side of him. I lower myself on top of him, my dress riding up. I lick the bead of sweat along his neck and moan into him as I grind against him eager to create friction between us. I feel his teeth scrape against the skin of my shoulder. His hands on my hips steady then stop me. “f**k,” he growls, and then lifting us both up, he sets me on my feet. “I’m sorry Zoe, that was out of line.” He begins fixing my dress.

“You should head to bed, things are getting out of control out there.” He says, I take a step back, looking at him. Shocked. I am utterly shocked. He c**k blocked himself and is now suggesting I do the same. f**k that.

“Excuse me?” I can feel the crease on my forehead deepen.

“I think it's for the best if you head to bed.” He says calmly. Grabbing for my hand. I pull away, clenching my hands into fists.

“I don’t think I will.” I sneer “And don’t interrupt me next time,” I say, patting my hand over my dress, then tossing my hair over my shoulder, I go to move past him.

“Where are you going?” He grabbed my upper arm and yanked me into him. Our bodies are scorching at the point where we connect.

“To get laid,” I exclaim.

“No.”

“You sir, are not my keeper. I intend to get f****d tonight and if not by you. Someone else will do it. Now let go of me.” I try to shake free from his hold but his fingers press tighter into my flesh.

“No.” His body was vibrating and his eyes were nearly void of any color, the whites of his eyes, and the iris were all black. His words may have denied it, but his body betrayed him. The tension in his muscles, the intensity in his gaze, and the primal aura that enveloped him all screamed a different truth. At that moment, his desire for me was an electric current that coursed through the air, drawing me closer despite his verbal denial. It was a raw, unfiltered need that left no room for doubt, igniting a fervor within me that mirrored his own.

I take a tentative step toward him, removing the small distance between us, and lifting to my toes. I lean up and press my lips to his. My kiss is soft, exploratory but he isn’t returning it. The silk of his lips remain stiff and hard, unwelcoming. He is trying to deny this thing between us?

I trace the seam of his lips with my tongue and gently nibble on his bottom lip, willing him to meet my plea. I can feel his tense jaw slack just a little. I run my hand through his hair at the base of his neck and run my hand up, tugging a little harder than I should. With that, his resolve shatters. He takes over the kiss, his lips wanting more, wanting everything. Our bodies meld together as his mouth claims mine, his tongue dominating mine. There is a desperation, a need in the kiss. He slid his arms around me and devoured my mouth.

“Eero.” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Somehow we had moved, his body caging me against the wall. His face hovered in the crook of my neck, as he panted, catching his breath. My legs trembled. I brought my lips to his ear. “I think this is the wettest I’ve ever been. I am so ready for you.”

His breath hitched and he growled again at my words. He was still, seeming to stop himself again but his desire was thick in the air and it threatened to consume me. He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as my arms vined around his neck. “If you don’t want me buried inside you, say so now. I can’t resist anymore.” His words were gravelly, his black eyes searing into me.

“I want you.” I whimpered. A blur of movement as he carried us through the door, then taking two stairs at a time, he kicked through my bedroom door. His hands ripped at my dress, pulling it over my head and once his palms connected with my flesh, his thumb brushed my n****e. I arched into his every movement. He walked us back toward the bed and he set me down on my back.

He stared at me, his eyes slowly surveying my body, down and then back up. “You are so f*****g beautiful.” I sit up, the delicious ache pulsing between my thighs needing him. I pull his shorts down and his erection springs free. Fates, he is big. His tip glistens with a bead of pre-c*m, without really thinking, I take the tip of my tongue and lap up the glistening moisture.

He hissed. “What are you doing to me?”

I hop up to my feet and wrap my hand around his thick c**k. I stroke it, while I use my other hand to push his shirt over his head. He is staring down at me, his eyes still black.

When he is completely naked, I push him onto the bed, and I climb on top of him, straddling him, I lean down to his lips but I hover just over them.

“f*****g you,” I whisper. I rock my body against him, grinding hard against him as I straighten my body up and arch my back, riding, grinding hard against his swollen length. One of his hands palms my breasts and his other has slid between our bodies, his fingers softly pressed into my c**t, I rock my hips against his fingers. I tossed my head back, working myself against his steady hand. In a sudden movement, his hands were underneath me and he had hoisted me up his body, his face resting between my thighs.

“Ride my face little one.” He said before his lips were kissing and sucking at my fevered flesh. His thumb was on my c**t and his tongue swiped along my entrance. “Sit” He commanded and he pulled my hips down on his face. His tongue was buried inside me and I squealed at the feeling. I tried to rise up but he held me in place. His warm tongue probed as his thumb pressed into my c**t. Goddess, I don’t know what he was doing but I had never experienced anything like it. My body was seizing, my walls pulsed and throbbed. I am physically jerking, my whole body spasming with pleasure. “f**k” I cry out and I am riding his face, I’m literally gyrating into his mouth and f*****g his face. I can feel the apex of pleasure hurtling toward me “I'm coming.” I cried. He pulls my body down, gripping my ass, keeping me in place, on his face as I scream his name over and over again. The force of my orgasms slams against me and my body ripples and clenches around him.

I am reeling, dizzy, and spent. When my euphoria subsides I realize my legs are jelly and I can barely move. I am also mortified that I just rode this man's face with zero inhibitions. I move to be at his side. I bit my lip and looked at Eero, whose face I could see in the dim light of the room was covered in my release, his eyes still swirled black. He looks beastly now, he begins crawling up my body, leaving a trail of nibbles and kisses until he is above me, his arms caging me beneath him.

“You taste as good as you smell.” He dragged his nose along the column of my throat, I could feel his erection against my belly. “Like the sweetest f*****g thing on the planet.”

His chest is heaving and although I just had an earth-shattering orgasm, I am aching to be filled. I raised my hips to press against him. I spread my legs as wide as I could, welcoming him to me, “f**k me.” I am practically begging. Eero slides his big palm against my cheek and kisses me deeply.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Please,” I cry out.

I feel him sink down, lining himself with my entrance. When his head crested into me, a searing pain mixed with pleasure caused me to whimper slightly. I moan as the thick head stretches my entrance further.

He stilled above, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you to destroy me.” I plead. He pressed further and the burn and stretch of him filling me had me still, holding my breath. His impressive girth pushes deeper and I groan.

“Are you a virgin?” He asks.

“No,” I said, pinching my eyes closed. Not anymore. “Please don’t stop,” I said slowly, rocking my hips, clenching my walls around him, pulling him into me. “Please,” I begged. With a final slow push, his massive girth fills me to the brim and I cry out. We groan as he moves slowly in and out of me, Eero whispering praise about how tight I am, how amazing I am.

It doesn’t take long for my body to relax, and accommodate to his size. The pain is completely replaced with pleasure. He has to sense the moment because his words and pace change. He tells me I am a f*****g drug, that my p***y is his, that he owns me, he orders me to take his d**k like a good girl, and soon, my eyes roll back. I am begging him to f**k me harder and c*m inside me. This time when I orgasm, I do so with Eero’s c**k buried deep inside me.