Beyond Her Wolfy Knight (R18+)

Chapter 6- Warning (Mature Content)

The mountain rose on the horizon, a white massive rock putting an end to an icy peak. Only the base was softened by the pine of the blanket. An hour ago it had seemed so familiar but now it looks so far away. Fairly up the cloud prevented him from seeing the peak, perhaps he mused, that was a good thing when his thoughts became hazy and his mind was no longer his own. It seems like everything existed because of the prophecy being fulfilled.

And now, he will wait for it to grace its presence. Joel believes he was somewhere in the center of this land, and there should have been a view, but the rain and the fading light had annihilated it. A few trees curled out of the party of the hill with leaves as hard as thorns.

Behind the rogue, it was all the same. Then he caught glimpses of an eagle on the tree, it looked into the distance like it was contemplating something philosophical, just like a bird in the early wintry sunshine, feathers were as white and shiny as the mountain top. Then it looks at him, giving him goosebumps as if telling him something.

After walking endlessly through the cold terrain, he finally reached a place that he was sure was kissed by the gods, endowed beyond the norm with a beauty hard to comprehend from its absolute perfection. Joel could see its details as pure as the clouds above that reflected in every characteristic, imprinted in every picturesque sight. This was his favorite place that he was now sharing with no one. The bright blue sky was painted with red and purple clouds of fire, like the one the gods lights up in him.

The vertical steep fell down the cliff ending in a peaceful blue-purple lagoon that had him diving as he did with his eyes, two endless pits of alluring wonders. Under the calm water, Joel felt free and light as did his soul. Everything about this breathtaking felt like a haven, just like him... The calm after his bewildered storm.

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And far hundreds of miles away, a man trailed kisses along Vivian's shoulder and down to the ridges of her breast, leaving her skin on fire with needs along his chosen path. Vivian's head fell back, surrendering more of her flesh to him, a moan escaped from her lips. Images of pleasure to come, flooded her mind, his body on top of her, teasing, caressing, touching. What could she do with his hands? With his tongue? She clenched her thighs together.

She wanted his touch, his dominance wanted to writhe beneath him. A frigid breeze from the window washed over their bodies, living goosebumps along her heated flesh. The sensory diversion brought her back to reality. The door was open anyone could listen within the distance. She pushed her palms against his chest but he was rooted. She muttered. Her voice coming out breathy and faded, "What if, someone hears us?"

The man's lips pulled into a wicked grin, his eyes dancing in the shade and feined innocence, "Why darling? Are you planning on making a noise? We could always try to be quiet right? Because we are not moving from this spot, not until I have tasted you, lick you, and made you scream for more."

She shuddered hard, electricity sparking down her spine. She bit down her lip trying to contain her response, but couldn't stop the mewl of desire that escape her throat. Her tongue throbbed against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair.

He slipped his hands between her legs, inserting fingers and thumb the way she'd instructed him. Except that wasn't right. She hadn't instructed him. They'd worked it out together, how to make her come. He caressed against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish. "Ooh," she whimpered. "s**t! oh," she moaned, as he labored his fingers against her slick folds.

He smirked. As if reading her mind. He pulled her against him, he realized, now that he had the woman in his arms again, her lush curves and her soft skin, her beautiful hair.

His head came back down to her flesh, and Vivian realizes how much he had held back last night. His touch then had been soft and sweet. Now he was shockingly different altogether.

Kissing, tasting, and sucking every corner of her flesh as she groaned and writhed. She breathed hard and clawed at his shoulder, arms, and neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Her wet fold vibrated with need and her breast ached feeling heavy and full. But the man didn't relent. Wouldn't touch there her where she wanted it most. Instead, he proceeds to tease her flesh nonstop, causing pleasure to build inside her. Then the man curled around her, holding her close, with his fingers inside her and her thumb working at her clit, as he'd taken care of her.

The man stared at her as Vivian squeezes her eyes close and she clenched her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and shivered, and he felt her contract against his fingers. Before she could regain herself, he'd swiveled her onto her back and slipped inside her. After the first momentum and thrust he had to clasp still, knowing that if he kept moving, if he lent himself up to the exquisite tightness, the warmth, he would explode. He preferred her to come at least again, with him, and he didn't want her to tease him if he finished before she'd had a chance to get started.

She squirmed restlessly, and finally cried out. "Please...!" She no longer cared if anyone could hear her. She just wanted to come and reach her peak again! "...Please."

“Ahem, please what, little human?” Alpha Walter feigning a cough and stared at the woman. His eyes were dilated and lust lurked through its shadows, he was standing at the foot of the bed where the woman was screaming and panting as if she just came from an earth-shattering orgasm. And couldn't help himself to remember her whining from his invasion the other day.

He was at the back of the cottage when he hears her scream and thought she was in danger he runs fast. But for the love of gods, he wasn't expecting her to writhe and moaned as if she was on the edge of her climax.

Vivian suddenly woke up and stares blankly at him. Shocked was an understatement. For a moment blood rumbled through her, her chest felt too laden and her moist center still tingling from the sensation. Still, the lust engulfed her from all over.

Her breathing stopped, her heart stammered and dark spots danced before her eyes, and for the life of her, she could not move to turn her head. She felt frozen to the spot, yet she could hear the man's voice. “Are you an alright woman?”

Finally, she compelled her brain to function, gaping at the man while her mouth halted midair as if the words were stuck on her throat. She began to look around the bedroom and notice the banister in the windows twirl out from a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the morning-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. A yellow curtain was set aside. She did not expect that. However, she suddenly remembers her embarrassment and covers herself but notices that she was now wearing a white long sleeve shirt.

“Who are you? She raised a question. Her voice began to panic. Glaring at the man and took a pillow and throw it towards him.

“What is wrong with you? A pillow? Really?”

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

“I am Alpha Walter Knight of Woodland, and for your information, this is my cottage, this is my room, that is my bed...” He paused and rose an eyebrow. “...and this is my pillow.” Picking up the pillow below his feet he observes her. Looking at her eyes so brown almost golden, he hadn't realized that autumn could be such fire until he saw those eyes. Slate outer rings with teal to the black, those brown eyes fixed him in all the best ways.

“Why am I here? Did you kidnap me?” She asked while wondering about how could he looks so damn handsome and those eyes, those blue eyes were as polished crystal in the first rays of dawn. They are the azure and the ocean, the sky in the summer.

“What no! What made you think that?” Walter asked.

“I remember fainting in the woods and...” She halted, recognition dawned on her face. “...oh you are the naked man with the stallion earlier”

“Naked?” He smiles.

“Wait! What?”

“You said a naked man.”

“I did not!” She shouted. Unconscious of the fact that she was staring at the shirtless man in front and notice how her define forearms, biceps, and chest was perfect in many ways, his calves were bulkier than normal, the back broadened with muscle layers and a neck may appear wider at the base but well build and powerful. She couldn't help herself to check on his abs, his V-line down to his...

And... legs muscles strain against the fabric of his grey jogging pants.