Chapter 52
Blaine De Lombardi's POV
"I believe I will begin with a date. Since we were unable to complete our pack run, we can then organize ours."
It's normal to go on a pack run after a new alpha, whether it be an alpha, a Luna, or both, takes their place in the pack. Although it was customary to do so following the mating ceremony, our situation was unique.
"And what would we do on this date?"
I smiled at her lighthearted tone; at least she appeared better.
Given how much you enjoy the beach, I believe taking a road trip to some of Southern California's top beaches would be ideal. We can devour our weight in ice cream, and you can teach me how to surf. I'll take you to a formal dinner with champagne and candles later that evening. Because we're wolves, we'll overeat, and the waiters will think we're insane for putting in such a large order. After that, I'll bring you back to our hotel, get you naked, and have sex with you."
Though it's supposed to be romantic, I smell Lucia becoming a little aroused. I choose to irritate her even more as my penis jerks in reaction.
"Maybe I'll have you put on whatever skimpy bikini you wore to the beach that day, then I'll fuck you nice and slow," I said to her.
The smell intensifies. As Lucia lies on top of me, I notice a slight shift in her pelvis. She's afraid about my health, yet she still wants to take action.
Even if I had a fatal illness that left me immobile, I would still fuck this woman.
However, I am aware of how Lucia likes it. I'll fuck you like the slut you are after I've finished being kind and gentle."
That's the cause. She begins to push back against me, losing whatever little control she still possesses. Lucia is wearing a T-shirt and running shorts; I'm only in my boxers.
"Tell me why I'll fuck you like a slut, again and again?"
"Because that's how I like it," she said, yearning for additional conflict. Her hips move more quickly on my cock's bulge without sacrificing their accuracy.
I growl, "Take off your clothes." She immediately obeyed. Her hands are reaching for her shirt's bottom, and I'm watching. Oh my goodness, she doesn't even have a bra on when she pulls the material over her head. I can't wait for her to get off my dick and take off her shorts; they're the next item to go.
I told her to wait.
I will allow my claws to come out. They pop out, and I can easily cut through her shorts with them. All that's left between me and her are her white lace pants. I gently caress her clitoral area with my middle and ring fingers, using the curved side of the claw whenever possible. Her body trembles; it may be fear or excitement, but I think it's both.
The claws of a werewolf are razor-sharp. I have used them to tear out hearts and to take out people's eyes, among other things. But this is the first.
I keep giving her small, hardly perceptible strokes. I next take off the portion of her pants that is stuck to her opening. As I tug on the fabric, her vaginal moisture gets on my fingers. I've already torn a hole in her underwear with one slice. She can impale herself on my cock with ease because it's the ideal size. She doesn't question my behaviors, but she arches her well-groomed brow at them.
I put my claws away and let go of her underwear. She returns to work right away. Her delicate hand is holding the base of my dick, and I watch. I want her to be in charge of this, but it takes a lot of work to keep my hands off of her.
For the time being,.
She bends her pelvis so my cock's head rubs on her clitoral area while her hand remains at the base. She makes forward and backward hip movements. My cock is rubbed against her clitoral area with every step.
Fuck it.
She grabs her breasts and lets go of my cock.
"Blaine," she groans.
I feel her hump me. It's so slow and elegant that it makes me crazy. She tilts her head forward and plants a kiss on my lips. It's lovely and leisurely. My tongue gently and patiently strokes hers.
I step back to observe her squeezing her breasts. She is making the sexiest small noises with her mouth open. I swear to myself that she won't kill me, but then she grabs my cock once again and lines it with her opening.
She then gives me another fucking tease by pressing my head up against her body heat.
My growl goes out.
She grins at my uneasiness and then suddenly finds herself impaled on my cock.
"Fuck," I whisper to myself.
She winces at having swallowed me whole. I tilt her hips forward, giving her some stimulation on her clitoral area to ease the agony.
She lets out a moan as the stimulation gives her pleasure. She rocks her hips back and forth to intensify the enjoyable sensation. She then nearly entirely removes herself from my cock before slamming back down.
"Fuck!"
She smiles at my answer and does it once more. Lucia rides me like a stallion once her rhythm picks up, and it feels fucking wonderful. It always feels like an out-of-body experience when our skin touches. I'm experiencing such strong feelings that I'm aware of every nerve in my body.
I place my hands beneath her ass to support her while she bounces on my dick. It would almost be enough to make me cringe to see her just take the lead and get lost in her pleasure. I hesitate because I know that this won't end quickly.
Her body tenses as her orgasm gets closer. She just needs a tiny bit more, but she's almost there.
I growl, "Grab your tits."
She obeyed.
"Now squeeze your nipples for me."
The delicate brown buds are pinched by her fingers. I reach forward to stroke her clitoral area just as she starts rolling them between her fingertips. She goes completely crazy from the stimulation and starts chanting my name as she approaches. Though her pussy makes my dick feel like a vice, I'm not quite done with her.
I turn her onto her back after giving her a tight squeeze on the ass. My chest hurts for a little while, but the pleasure is too great for it. I step back from her doorway and bump into her once more.
The small whimpers that escape her lips and the scrunch of her face as pleasure fills her always tell me the angle she prefers.
"Fuck, you're soaking wet for me, aren't you, baby?" I say the words, holding her chin in my palm. She responds with a nod, then lets out a loud groan.
I pushed forward faster, thwacking loudly with each thrust.
Lucia's pussy begins to convulse as she starts to cum once more.
"I love it, Blaine. Blaine, oh Blaine..!"
The last wave quivers through her, and the words die on her lips. And then my cock spits forth semen. I watch the white stuff drip out of her as I slowly draw away from her. I rub my sperm into her thighs, her entrance, and her pussy lips using my ring and middle fingers. The touch gives her a shudder.
I whisper, "This is when you look your best."
I bend forward until our chests come into contact. Her penetrating eyes are fixed on me. They seem a little lost in pleasure, but I adore it. I collect what's left of my release between my fingers and work them slowly over her nipples. She leans back on the bed. This is more enjoyable for her because I am aware of how sensitive her nipples feel after sex.
I murmur right into her ear, "Thoroughly fucked like my slut, with your hair all messed up, flushed cheeks, gleaming eyes, and my cum leaking out of you."
"Oh, goddess Blaine, we can't go again; it's bad for your injury!"
She's already sliding her fingers down my abs and toward my cock, so her words don't match her actions. With my partner, dirty remarks are always effective.
"You're never going to be bad for my health; now get on all fours."
These are not meaningless words. I'm very sure her body brought me back to life.
We play a few more rounds before we collapse from tiredness to end our night. Right before the night takes me, I question how I managed to survive without her.
Without Lucia, life would be as dull as it is without color. A lifeless, chilly world devoid of all illumination.
That evening, I went to sleep thinking about my partner, but when I woke up, it was a terrible nightmare that had been bothering me for the last three years.