Ellie
Ellie
I feel so hot as I'm spooned from behind into a muscular chest that heaves slowly behind me. From behind my eyes, I can see that the room is pitch black, and I recognize I'm in Reagan's just by the scent. Also, because he's the one spooning me from behind as I'm engulfed by his delicious scent.
My head throbs with a slight headache, but apart from that, I'm feeling much better. My wolf is once more connected with me, and she's helping me heal slowly. I can feel her excitement by the fact that we're back in Reagan's arms. I try recollecting the events that transpired before I ended up here. And when I do, I abruptly sit up straight on the bed. Or at least I try to.
Reagan's arm around my waist is tight, and no strength of mine could overpower that. I only ended up falling back into his chest. But my panic mode doesn't stop as I feel about my neck for any bite mark. I don't feel any, neither do I feel like I've been marked, and a sigh of relief escapes my lips then. He must have stopped when I passed out.
"Don't look so relieved just yet." An icy masculine voice sounds above me that makes shivers run down my spine. Fright or excitement, I wasn't sure.
I slowly look up to see Reagan's dark orbs trained on me with a blank expression on his face, but I can see his jaw clenching. His chest is bare, but he has on a pair of shorts. His blond hair tousled in that sexy manner that lures me to run my fingers through it. With my werewolf's eyesight, I could see every detail of him and the room clearly even though it's dark.
Okay, I know I screwed up big time, but to be fair, I never bargained for Brad to come to find me. It was supposed to be a simple game of cat and mouse. And I was to come out victorious, but Brad had screwed it all up.
Speaking of Brad, where is he now? Poor thing had lost his canines in such a brutal way. I hope Reagan hadn't left him to bleed to death out there. Oh, God! What if something bad happens to him? Like a rogue werewolf sees him and decides to end his life right there, or some other wild animal? Brad won't be able to defend himself as he would be weak and unable to shift in his present condition.
"Where's Brad?" I realized my mistakes too late when I'm, in just a few seconds, pinned under a pissed off Prince.
"The first thing you utter after waking up is another man's name?" He wraps his hand around my neck, but not too tight, just enough to get my attention. It was when his chest touch mine that I realized I had no clothes on. And my nipples were practically brushing against his smooth chest making tingles and sparks crawl down my body. I gasp as I try to cover myself up with both my hands and move away from him. But his huge form is towering over mine.
He follows my movements like a panther, but unlike before, there's little to no amusement in his eyes. I'm not used to this side of him. I only know his teasing side, but now, I'm seeing a different part of him.
"Where are you going? Do you want to run again just like you did before?" He asks the question with his jaw clenching as he crawls to completely tower over my small form. I try raising up my knee to cover my red panties and breast, but his form between my legs doesn't allow me much.
"What do you have to say for yourself, my little runaway?" His hand comes up to brush a strand of my hair away from the face.
"I'm sorry?" I answer, not wanting to provoke him anymore. He seems to be on the edge of his patience with a gloomy expression etched on his face.
I'm scared of what will happen with us remaining like this in this room, all alone, with no one to interrupt us or stop Reagan if he decides to have his way with me. He could simply take what he wants, and I won't be able to do much since I'm so attracted to him and would give in so easily. I'm literally under his mercy, and the thought of that makes me squirm in excitement. What is wrong with me?!
He sniffs the air around me before growling as his eyes flash a hint of gold before turning back to their brown.
"I can smell your arousal, my little wolf." I blushed beet red, staring away from him to the wall beside me.
"Y...you undressed me?" I ask, wanting to change the topic of conversation as he glides his nose along my neck. He grunts a yes as his nose moves lower to my chest, just above my left breast. His fingers come up to pinch one of the already hard buds. My body zings with sparks of electricity, and my panties are probably soaked wet now.
"You were wet with the rain and slept the whole flight here." He adds, darting out his tongue to lick my collarbone.
"The smell of your arousal is getting stronger, Ellie. Do you perhaps need help?" He looks up at me from my chest, a seductive smirk curving his lips upward. I bite my lip before shaking my head in answer. If I gave in and allow him to touch me, I doubt I won't end up riding his dick by the end of the night.
"I...I'm fine..." I squeal the last word as one of Reagan's fingers swiftly glide past my panties and graze my wet hole. I go rigid as sparks of pleasure shoot through my core. He brings back his finger up that is now wet with my arousal.
"That's clearly not what your body is saying." He states with a light chuckle. My cheeks flame up as I watch him slide the finger into his mouth and lick the juices off it. He closes his eyes before groaning in approval, his eyes darkening in desire as he opens them.
"So sweet." His eyes trail down my body to rest on my barely clad core. Both his hands play at the band of my panties, but I do nothing to stop him as he slowly slides them off.
"I want more." He announces, his voice thick with arousal as he throws my panties aside. I part my leg for him like some needy whore, not even caring about the consequences of my action. I just needed some release, and then I'll be fine.
He parts my fold with two fingers before using another to rub my clit. My hips involuntary rise up as I bite my bottom lip to keep the moan from escaping. Out of the blue, he attacks my clit with his wet hot tongue, eliciting a gasp of surprise from me. I wasn't expecting that. He slips a finger into my cunt and begins to slowly pump out my pleasure, increasing his pace from time to time.
It was my first time having someone touch me there. I had only ever done it by myself in the past. Maybe that's why Reagan's finger felt ten times better than mine. I'm holding in my moans by stuffing a fist into my mouth and biting on it.
I'm writhing in pleasure underneath him as he laps away at my juices while still pumping that finger in.
I look down at the erotic sight and almost came then. Reagan was giving so much attention to my pussy as his chest rumbles in approval. His eyes look up then to me, and I see the feral hunger in them. He adds another finger into my hole then and twists them as he pumps faster while he sucked hard at my clit. My fist couldn't stop the loud cry of pleasure that comes out of my mouth then.
"Don't stop those sweet moans from filling this room, little wolf." He orders before looking down at his work.
"So wet and hot." I hear him mutter.
I'm a moaning mess at this point, clutching the bedsheets beside me as I get closer to my orgasm. I feel it's going to be bigger than any other I've ever given myself before. I'm climbing that high, raising my hips off the bed as I writhe in ecstasy.
"Reagan...oh, I'm so close...just there..." I'm mumbling under my breath when it all suddenly slow down. It's like I'm on the edge of the cliff, about to fall down, but something is pulling me back, or rather someone.
I snap my eyes open to look down and see the smug smile on Reagan's lips. He hasn't stopped pleasuring me with his fingers, but he had slowed them to a snail's pace. That couldn't help me one bit in cumming. I needed a lot more than that. What is he up to? I ask myself but don't have time to dwell on it as he picks up his pace.
His tongue replaces his finger this time, and he sloshes it inside my overly wet cunt. I am so wet down there, I probably had created a big puddle on the bed. I'm back to moaning and writhing in pleasure once more as Reagan brings me back to that edge. Right now, I really wanted that. I would do anything just to have that relief.
His fingers come back to replace his tongue as he comes up to suck on my tits. He plays with the nipples with his finger, pinching them hard before pooling them into his mouth as soothing them with his tongue.
"I could make you cum so hard, Ellie. And not just with my fingers, if only you'll let me mark you. Imagine my cock deep into that cunt of yours, giving you the relief you so desire over and over again." He whispers so temptingly into my ear as his fingers slow down to stop me from reaching my orgasm.
Oh, fuck! He's playing dirty. His tongue is lapping at my neck as he continues to seduce me with his fingers. It's his strategy to make me have him mark me. And he's denying me my orgasm to use as bait. Unluckily for me, I'm so desperate for it, I might do anything to attain it.
"Reagan...please." I plead as he sucks on my neck and holds his finger still inside me. My vagina walls clench over them to keep them there. God, I'm so close. Just a few more strokes of his fingers...
"Do you want me to mark you, my sweet Ellie?" He whispers the question into my ear as his tongue glides from my jaw to my cheek before kissing the corners of my mouth.
"Y...yes...no!" I quickly correct myself even though he was teasingly moving his fingers inside me once more. He groans before pulling out his finger only to jam his huge bulge with my wet core. We both moan out at the contact, and I won't be surprised if his shorts are soaking wet right now. My juices are just gushing out like a fountain.
"Fuck, Ellie. You see what you do to me?" He grinds his bulge against my naked core, and my body flares up in scorch burning heat. My poor pussy is suffering so much with his pent up need. If only he would take off his shorts and ram that huge monster... Wait, Ellie. Snap out of it!
I pull away from him, knowing if I remain under his spell much longer, I won't be able to resist. My body is shaking in need like I'm a drug addict trying to go clean. My anger begins to build up at Reagan's tactic, and I stare up at him with my eyes flaming.
"You cunning bast..."
"Can you blame me, Ellie?" He cuts me off with a loud growl as he grits his teeth. "You won't let me mark you, and when I find you, another mutt was trying to sink his claws into what's mine!" He roars the last part, making me pause for my anger to dissipate.
"If I hadn't shown up in time..." He doesn't complete the statement as a look of pain etched on his face. I look away, knowing he was right. I had also thought the same thing while Brad was about to mark me. But I can't just let Reagan mark me right now.
He hasn't even marked me yet and see how territorial he is. And I still need to make sure I was rid of Brad for good. I needed to know I have no feelings made by the mate bond for him anymore.
"I can control myself a bit this night. But don't expect me to be this nice next time. We'll talk about your punishment for running away tomorrow." He moves off of me while my eyes widen at his words.
"W..what?" I ask, blinking at him in surprise.
"You didn't think I would let you off the hook that easily now, did you." He smirks before sauntering towards the bathroom. I remain in my initial position on the bed, my body still humming in pleasure from earlier. And I still didn't get my release. Should I follow Reagan and ask him to help me?
But as soon as that thought pops into my head, I recall his words from before.
"Soon, you'll be begging me to take what's mine," I remember that promise so vividly.
"And I'll gladly oblige." Oh, I'm so screwed.