Ileus: The Dark Prince

Anastasia started breathing fast and closed her eyes. She needed time to think, to ward off that emotion from her. When she opened them again, she found that Ileus was dragging his shirt over his head. White bandages revealed. "We can't lose control!" But her instincts were clamoring inside to touch this man, feel him against her. She was aroused as hell and knew that Ileus must have smelled her arousal. Where was her willpower when she needed it the most? Her pants were flooding with her juices. 

Suddenly she remembered how Aidan had pressed Darla's head in the crook of his neck. Was he going to help her out of this emotion? She was sure that even Aidan must be driven by the same emotion. Did that mean that Aidan and Darla—?

"I am not the one losing control, princess." Ileus broke her reverie. He sat on his knees and made her sit up. 

"H— how come?" she blurted. What? 

"First tell me, did Kaizan not warn you to go there?"

"He did, but I wanted to help others because I am the only one uninjured and all of you are wounded in some way or the other because of me."

He pursed his mouth in a thin line. Taking a deep breath, he closed in on her and whispered, "Don't worry. I will help you to gain control." He took her hand and pressed it to his groin. "Do you feel that?" His shaft was straining against his breeches. He had smelled her arousal and his cock developed its own brain.

When his erection throbbed under her hand, she gasped. An image from the book raced across her mind in which the girl had wrapped her lips around the thick shaft of a man. 

"Don't tell me you are remembering the images in the book when you have a live specimen in front of you?" 

She jumped as her eyes became wide. This man had an uncanny ability to read her mind. 

He cupped her cheeks as she began to rub his erection involuntarily. "You want to explore me, don't you?" 

She nodded and swallowed saliva down her dry throat. "But there is a lot to consider before I want to do that." She expressed her apprehensions even as had begun stroking his erection. 

"What are you concerned about, Ana?" he said, biting back a grunt as her soft hand on his shaft crazed him. "But for now, I need to cater to you. I don't want to deny pleasure to you." He knew that if she were left to her own, she would not be able to handle the surge of emotions in her body. 

"Why am I feeling that I want you so bad?" she almost cried.

He curled his finger under her chin. "That's the charm of the Virgine Falls, of the red passion flowers. They act like an aphrodisiac." 

"Am I drugged?" 

He nodded. The werewolf was irresistible. With her nervousness ebbing, the spell of the wildflowers was taking hold. She removed her hand from there but regretted it. "If you are fine, let us get out of this area!" 

"Others haven't healed and our horses need rest. Moreover once I have catered to that lust in you, you will feel better." The thing was that even the scent of the passion flowers, which faintly surrounded Anastasia, was intoxicating him as well. It was growing as an itch under his skin, and he badly needed to scratch that itch. Add her arousal to that.

She hesitated. 

"Ana, just lose it with me." He tugged her shirt up and removed it. 

Anastasia closed her eyes. Removing the cloth from her body was so relieving that she arched her body and closed her eyes in the comfort of it as coolness hit her heated skin. 

Ileus was entranced when her breasts bobbed. "I have never seen anything more beautiful." His eyes raked her skin greedily. 

"This is— Oh god! Can we go to the waterfall?" She wondered that if they took a dip in it, the emotion would wash away. She needed to douse the fire burning inside her. Now she knew why Kaizan ran there. 

"We surely can!" he replied. He wrapped her in her shirt and helped her out of the tent. As soon as she was on the soft grass, he held her hips and shifted her close to him. As he stared into her eyes, he groaned and then lifted her. Immediately she locked her hands around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Without a word, they walked to the pool with her face buried in the crook of his neck. 

When they reached, she was expecting to find Kaizan there but there was no one. 

Ileus walked inside the pool with her still on him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest. He let out a curse in Russian, "Chyort!." His breath became shallow, "Nastya!," he hissed.

Anastasia shivered as the cool water touched her back. She was now acutely aware of her breasts pressing his chest and her skin flushed hot. Even the cool water of the pool wasn't helping her to decrease her passion for him. 

He took her to a shallow area and slid her down his body slowly. Her nipples, which were so puckered, raked his chest through the fabric. He hissed, "Gods!"

"Ileus—"

He removed his breeches in one swift motion even as his hands were shaking. "Fuck!" he rasped. A shudder passed through his body. And now he was naked. For the first time, in front of her. The werewolf was magnificent and his shaft was gloriously huge! 

Ileus pulled out the shirt she was wearing and threw it outside. As her breasts displayed in the sunlight, Ileus became entranced as if he was witnessing something that didn't belong to this world. She was a miracle. "Anastasia, I have never wanted anything so badly like I want this." His claws lengthened and curled. They reached her pants, which he wanted to rip off. But he stopped himself. Comprehension. His eyes traveled to her face.  "No Anastasia! Let's not do this. I need this as badly as you do." His hands shook out of nervousness as he held to his last bit of reasoning.