31. A Forbidden Night
Evelyn was pulled inside the room and within a flash, her back encountered a collision with something stiff and hard, leaving her to groan in pain. Although her sweet and cute, angry groans were quickly substituted by soft and alluring wails of a burning desire.
Her body went rigid at the sudden impact of his cool, possessive touch on her fragile skin. His lips brushed roughly against her own and his grip on her tightened around her slim waist. He was claiming her and for the first time Evelyn could feel he wasn't holding back. This was him, rough and wild like a beast, his inner beast.
And Evelyn loved every bit of that; let it be the rough and harsh assault her lips were experiencing, or the purple and red marks imprinted on her milky white crust, or the blood gradually pouring out of her petal like lips—she couldn't avoid the knot looping in her lower abdomen.
She felt his hands creeping under the hem of her top and before she could even realize, the little piece of garment was ripped away as the beggining of violation of her purity. She didn't have the time to register as he deepened their kiss. His tongue was now roaming vigorously in her mouth, tasting her like she was the only piece of desert for his dinner tonight.
Evelyn was forcing herself, she was trying to kiss him back but he wasn't even letting her budge an inch under his influence. Without even her trying or saying anything, he was enjoying this moment. Her scent must've been an intoxicant that his wolf wanted to shower in her toxic love day and night.
"Mike." She gasped and whined when Michael suddenly broke their kiss.
"Little wolf, I'm about to ravish and violet your body in a way that every wolf out there would smell who you belong to." Michael's words lingered in her ears like the most vile promise she'd ever hold onto in her heart. She felt thrilled, excited and somewhat endangered learning the gravity of his tone.
She let out a whimper as he squeezed her little frame with his monstrous one. "No one, not even your father will dare to take you away from me." Evelyn noiselessly whimpered again and hid her face from his devilish intentions. She wasn't fond of this foreplay, let alone the mention of her father.
Abruptly Evelyn saw Michael's eyes turning into the darkest shade of forest green. She felt cold shivers run down her spine when a sinister smirk swept away all the harshness of his face. Evelyn could feel only then that Xavier was full in control whilst Michael was resting in the back of his mind.
He slammed his lips on hers and with every right, kissed her until her lips were sore and it hurt her to smile. He grabbed the insides of her thighs and wrapped her legs around him. Evelyn was shocked but in too much pain and pleasure, blinded by lust to react or even utter a word apart from an arousing moan that fed his wolf's ego.
He walked them to the bed and slammed their bodies on the bedsheets, earning a painful yelp from Evelyn but of course, it came out as a muffled moan, sending him over the edge.
He discarded his leather jacket and T-shirt on the floor or rather torn them into halves as he carelessly got rid of the remaining shreds on his chest. His beast was never this encouraged but seeing her lying there with her upper body covered in nothing but a black bra must've ignited a spark in his core.
Without further ado, he latched onto her feeble body. The two of his hands were pinning down the two of hers as his lips began to travel down her lips and neck, leaving a wet trail of his passionate love to follow. He nibbled, bit and savoured the taste of her sweet blood and skin. He left multiple hickeys before he proceeded to another destination on her body to put his claim on.
Evelyn threw her head back and moaned in utter pleasure as Michael's tongue found his way to her navel. He groped her breasts and traveled further down before his fingers found the strap of her skirt and he tore it away in the same manner, leaving her in her matching black lace panties.
An amused smile lightened on Michael's face when he saw the beautiful heaven lying in front of him, and it didn't take Evelyn long to realize where and which state she was in.
"I will have you on my bed as your first and until the day you breathe; I solely will be your last." He said with complete seriousness. Evelyn was scared at his grit and the posture he was standing with―a bare and shaved chest with a daunting facade to accompany the glory on his face.
He advanced towards her and leaned down on her body. Evelyn was conscious of the close proximity and smiled lowly to herself. She was feeling a flutter of butterflies in her tummy and was in desperate need of a medicine, a medicine for this painful pleasure only to prolong it to a forever.
She felt hot breaths fanning the inside of her thighs and her already soaked panties made her blush in her thoughts. 'He'd know.' Selene whispered and Evelyn nodded in agreement slightly hoping he couldn't smell her arousal.
"What's this little wolf? Already wet and ready for me?" He chuckled darkly and she kept her eyes shut as his fingers began to roam around her most sacred area.
The next moment she felt the absence of the little garment around her hips and heard it shredding into pieces.
'He's an animal.' Evelyn gasped on the inside.
'A very hot one at that.' Selene giggled like a school girl.
Evelyn rolled her eyes at Selene and felt heat rise in her body as she found his lips moving around her core. He never wasted a moment and latched onto her womanhood, sucking, biting, nibbling and sucking again.
She felt treasured at this moment. He was beginning to act as though her body was a temple and he was willing to worship every inch of it. She felt him replace his tongue with his fingers all the while, keeping his mouth on her. She felt the heat rise up and about to explode as she came undone in his mouth and hands.
She kept her eyes shut but could still hear the plopping sound as if a child was sucking a lollipop. And she could imagine that sight, him licking off her juices from his fingers. Even though she had just climaxed, that imagination send her over the edge once again. She was floating with the clouds, desperately waiting for someone to bring her down.
She didn't see him, only the sound of unbuckling of pants reached her ears. She kept her eyes tight shut, not daring to look into the devil's eyes she was going to sign her life to. She felt him move closer to her nude and stiffened body.
"Look at me little wolf." His voice sounded compelling and husky.
Already being shivering from his closeness, Evelyn fluttered her eyes open and stared at him submissively. She hadn't encountered this part of her until tonight; as she looked into his eyes she could tell he was her destruction and her saviour.
Without a warning her bra met the same fate as her panties on the cold floor as he entered her unexpectedly, not leaving out an inch.
"Mike!" She screamed and involuntarily her nails dug into his scalp, drawing out blood like a beast. She felt herself tighten and clutch around him with need. She was shaken badly from the jolt as they remained immobilise in that intimate state. She was already wet from the little foreplay but his jolt still came as a shock to her.
Michael kissed her earlobe, her neck line and her clavicle to soothe her down. She moaned and soon began to thrust her hips forward, encouraging his wolf to go on. He did and started pounding deep in her, sending both of their wolves to paradise.
Although never in that passionate moment he left her neckline. Even Evelyn could feel how eager he was. Michael was doing everything in his control to not ruin this moment. Claiming her was different, marking her was entirely another story. It'd happen soon but not now.
He took her nipple in his mouth and tugged at it until it became swollen and stiff. She cried but it was just an encouragement. With the feel of his mouth against her skin, she could tell Michael was smirking.
"Oh Michael . . ." With one last thrust, Evelyn came undone.
Her legs shivered hysterically as she searched for a pit to hide her face. Her mate was still on top of her, finding his own pleasure and within a few more thrusts, he found his peace too.
He breathlessly dropped beside her on the sheets and pulled the coverlet over their bodies. He brought her closer and pressed her into his chest, his mouth in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent.
'He'd be glad to know we smell like him.' Selene called to Evelyn and Evelyn nodded back in agreement―it was what he wanted after all.
"The night is still young little wolf." He breathed in her ears, making her wrap her legs around themselves. Just listening to his voice had such an impact on her!
"I will keep my promise to you mate." Michael admitted proudly and began kissing her from the top and then moving down to her jaws and further south to her breasts.
Evelyn was feeling immense pain and pleasure. For a werewolf, every feeling and love making was twice more intimate and tiring than for any human. It was her first time, with her mate. Evelyn couldn't hold back the coy smile on her face. She was ravished but was happy, more like a smiling mess.
"I love you Michael." She squealed feeling him travel down to her sacred area. She was sore but was enticed for another round.
She felt hurt by his lack of response but Michael didn't have to respond back, his actions proved it all. How much he loved her and loved to ravish her.