《Come Here, Kitten》Chapter 46
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Ares shuddered in delight against me, his body sinking into mine. I sank my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Though I could hear only the thoughts he wanted me to hear before, I could hear all of his thoughts now. Every single insecurity running through his mind. Every memory of pain and horror. Every ounce of fear.
My poor Ares had been holding the entire world on his shoulders all this time.
When I was about to pull my teeth out of him and lick his wound, he grasped my head gently and held it against him. "Please, just a little bit longer. I just want to feel you."
I pushed my teeth back into him, inhaled his woodsy scent, and closed my eyes. I meant everything that I had said to him. I meant that I would protect him from everything, even these vicious thoughts that I was listening to. And if I couldn't protect him from them, then I would stand by his side during all of his darkest battles.
His body relaxed fully against mine, and he slowly released his grasp on my head. I pulled my teeth out of his neck and swiped my tongue across his wound. Though the teeth marks were large, they weren't as big as his.
A smile stretched across his face, and he turned around in the water, making it splash everywhere. He curled his arms around my waist and picked me out of the water. His face was stuffed into my neck. He pulled me closer to him as he walked all the way to our bedroom.
"Ares, we're both wet," I whispered, tugging on the ends of his wet hair.
His stubbled brushed against my mark, and I shivered. He pressed his lips against my neck, moving them up the sides, under my ear, against my jaw, leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over my body. "I don't care."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He rested me down onto the bed, surprisingly gentle, cradling the back of my head, his forehead against mine. When my back hit the mattress, he trailed his lips back down my neck, kissing me like he had been starved of me for so long.
All the way down my body, up my thighs, his breath hot against my pussy. He laid between my legs, rested my thighs on his shoulders, interlocked my fingers with his, and pressed his mouth onto my core.
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My back arched, and I grasped his fingers tighter. Pleasure pulsed through my body, my legs slowly starting to tremble. He sucked my clit between his lips, tugging on it softly, then flicked it with his tongue.
I moaned out and felt Ares groan in response against my pussy. His thumbs brushed against my knuckles, and he continued to eat my pussy, his face dropping even lower to my entrance, his tongue licking my juices.
My pussy clenched, and I tugged on his hands. "Ares, please, I need you," I said in a breathy whisper. I needed him inside of me more than I needed anything in my entire life. "Please."
He continued to eat my pussy, massaging my clit with his tongue. Closing his eyes in pure delight, he inhaled the scent of my arousal and groaned again. "I'm not going to make love to you until you cum for me, Kitten."
I swallowed hard, my pussy tightening even more. For the mere week I had been here, I had never heard those words come out of Ares mouth. Ares didn't make love. He fucked and he fucked hard. But something about the big, bad alpha, the god of war, the strongest and most terrifying wolf in the entire world being soft for me... that was a whole different feeling that I couldn't even explain.
He grasped my jaw lightly and made me gaze down at him. "Watch me, Kitten. I want to see your eyes when you cum." He released my jaw and slowly trailed his fingertips against my chest to my breast. He drew them across the tender skin, then took my nipple between his finger and tugged on it.
My back arched, my heels digging into the bed. A wave of pleasure rolled through me. I curled my fingers into his hair, staring down at his warm, golden eyes. He continued to eat my pussy, his free hand holding my hips against the mattress and refusing to let me move away from him.
"Cum for me," he mumbled against me.
Almost as if on cue, my legs trembled. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and tugged harshly on them, my whole body squirming. Pleasure pumped through my entire body, making it tingle. I arched my back and squeezed my eyes closed.
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"Open your eyes for me, Kitten."
I opened my eyes and stared down at him, another wave of pleasure hitting me. "Ares," I moaned. "I need you." My body trembled. "Please."
He licked his lips, trailing them back up my body to my neck, and crawled between my legs. I clenched when the head of his cock brushed against my aching pussy. He pressed his lips to mine in one lingering kiss, then pulled away.
"Please," I mouthed.
He rested his forehead against mine and pushed himself inside of me slowly until every inch of him was inside of me. I dug my fingers into his chest, moaning out against his lips. He brushed his thumb against my cheekbone, staring down into my eyes. Unable to hold back, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips onto mine.
As soon as our lips collided, he started to thrust into me. Pumping in and out slowly. His tongue slipping into my mouth. His lips devouring mine. Every moment, he thrust harder and faster.
When he broke our kiss, he tugged me to his chest, like I was the only thing that mattered to him, and rolled us over so I straddled his waist. I placed my hands on his chest and bucked my hips, moving them back and forth and riding him.
His gaze didn't leave mine once. He continued to stare up at me, his eyes glazed over with lust, his lips parted, his brows furrowed ever so slightly. I dug my fingers into his chest, feeling his heart racing under them.
"Aurora," he whispered, snaking a hand around my throat and pulling me down to him. He wrapped his arms around my body, trapping my arms, and locked his hands behind my back. He grazed his nose against his mark. "I love you."
And, then, he started to fuck me hard. His hips hitting mine, his cock pounding deep inside of me, my walls clenching hard around him. The pressure built in my core, higher and higher and higher.
"I love feeling your body tremble right before you're about to cum," he whispered in my ear. "I love listening to your little whimpers while you're sleeping." He pushed some hair behind my ear so I could gaze at him. "I love that fire in your eyes."
I furrowed my brows and clenched harder. "Please, cum inside of me."
"Will that make you feel good?" he asked. "Feeling my cum filling your tight, little pussy?"
I whimpered in his ear and nodded my head. "Yes, Ares. Please."
He stuffed his face back into my neck, placed his lips on his mark, and sucked on it. His body tensed, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with his cum. I cried out, my body trembling against his, my walls pulsing around his cock.
My body tingled in delight, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through me. Everything was so much more intense than the last time we had sex, all my emotions at the forefront of my mind. I felt so much more connected to him that I ever had.
He sat up on the bed, keeping his arms around my body, his cock still buried inside of me. I could feel his cum slowly start running down my thighs. "Goddess, I love you," he said.
My lips trembled as I stared at Ares, eyes filling with tears from the pure intensity of my orgasm. I clung onto him, terrified that if I didn't, I would lose him. Earlier today, I thought I lost him. I thought he was gone for good.
He pulled me closer to his chest. We sat in each other's embraces for fifteen minutes, in complete silence. I trailed my fingers along the scars in his back. Moonlight streamed into the room through the window and bounced off all his sharp features. Under the light, I could see every single one of his scars. Some small and nearly invisible, some large and red and prominent.
But when he pulled away, he brushed his fingers against my mark on his neck. He grabbed my hand and looked at me. "My body is covered in scars from wars that I've won and from battles that I've lost." He glanced down at his forearms, then back at me. "So many memories etched into my skin forever, but yours, Kitten, is my favorite."
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