You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 60
Never in my life had I felt such an overwhelming desire, my entire body seeming to throb with longing. All around me I could pick up the smells of a dozen different males, each one calling to me, howling out as they scented my heat. My wolf purred back, trying to break free. I needed to make this stop before I grabbed the first wolf I could find and beg him to fuck me until this was over.
I looked around the room, needing to feel safe, needing to know that no wolf could get in here. I would drive them mad with desire, their instinct to take me for their own overriding all thought and reason. I climbed off the bed, shivering as my clothes brushed against my body in the most erotic way, giving me sensations I had never experienced until now.
The Moon Goddess knew what she was doing. It would take strength far beyond that which I possessed to resist this urge to mate.
I padded over to the door and twisted the lock, knowing that it provided little protection but also knowing that deep down I wouldn’t care who burst in here. So long as they had a solution to ending the desire that had me shaking as I climbed back into bed, I would welcome them with open arms.
My back arched on the bed as another wave of desire hit me, sending a current straight to my core, my panties getting wetter with every passing second.
With a strength I hadn’t even realised I had, I tore my clothes off my body, sighing in relief as the cool sheets touched my skin. Another blast of heat shot through me, causing me to claw at the bedsheets.
The desire was turning to physical pain as my swollen clit demanded to be touched, my pussy throbbing with every second that passed.
Khaos.
I needed Khaos. My heat was made for him, he was the only one who could end this torture for me. Well, at least he was the only one I wanted to end this maddening feeling that completely consumed me.
I was at war with myself, wanting this to end more than I had ever wanted anything. Yet wanting… no needing, this feeling to continue until Khaos arrived. I needed to feel his thick cock inside me for the first time, but I wouldn’t ever go to him. I refused to let him see me this helpless and needy. I wouldn’t go running to him, throwing myself at him – again.
I was a modern she-wolf and hadn’t remained a virgin this long without figuring out ways to take care of myself.
I pushed a hand between my legs, not even bothering to warm up as I started frantically rubbing my aching clit. It wasn’t enough, no matter the amount of pleasure I got from this, I needed more. I rammed two fingers inside me, curling them in the way that Khaos had taught me, trying to find the spot that would take the edge off.
I felt the pressure build in my stomach as I rocked my hips against my hand, imagining it was Khaos here instead, that it was him stretching me to my limit as he took my virginity. I spread my legs wider, using my free hand to squeeze my nipples between my fingers, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit.
My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, the warm gush of my pussy juices coating my fingers as I continued to frantically push them in and out of me, screaming out in pure pleasure, not caring who could hear me.
Still, my body burned, my skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
I needed more!
I went back to my clit, squeezing it tightly, rolling it between my fingers. I dragged my fingernails down my plump, wet lips and spread myself apart, the warm air hitting my soaking pussy causing my hips to buck in the air.
I was imagining Khaos was here with me, that he was working magic with his tongue, making me cum over and over. I pumped my fingers in and out of me faster, thrashing wildly in frustration when the door flew off its hinges with a loud bang.
I knew that lock wouldn’t keep him out.
Khaos stood with his arms on the doorframe, his head hanging low, his breathing ragged and uneven
“Violet,” he panted, his voice so strained and hoarse that it didn’t even sound like him. I moaned, my toes curling at the longing tone.
“Khaos,” I breathed, “thank the Goddess you’re here. I need you, please, help me make this stop.”
He looked at me then, his eyes drinking in the scene before him. I spread my legs even further, letting him see my glistening pussy, the dampness that had pooled on the sheet underneath me.
He shook his head, seeming at war with himself, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes were dragged back to my body against his own will. He felt the call of the heat as much as I did, I knew that he had to be feeling all the pain I was in as his blood burned for me and me only. My arousal would call to him as no other woman had before. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he growled, shaking his head in an attempt to clear some of the fog of this potent arousal.
“Please,” I begged again, seeing his self-control crumble
“Violet,” he repeated, his voice distorted, “we can’t do this.” His fingers curled into the doorframe, the wood splintering beneath his hands. I heard the crack as the frame snapped and knew that I was winning the battle. “If we start, we won’t stop. You need to tell me to