Chapter 27: Hungry Red eyes

Every inch of her?!

Her breath hitched, and her heart pounded ferociously. Subconsciously, her hands came around her chest and she hugged herself, trying to protect herself from his wild stare.

She admitted that they both had gotten lost in passion and the wildest kiss of her life, but touching every inch of her was a whole new level.

One she wasn’t sure...she was ready to experience.

But the ache between her legs wasn’t letting her rest. With his wolf senses, she feared it wouldn’t be long before he inhaled her. Wolves were even more drawn to...this, than they were to blood.

"I made a mistake," Malachi admitted.

She froze.

It’s not every day an Alpha, the most powerful supreme in fact, says something like that out of the blue. And she didn’t want to speak, fearing she might break the spell.

"I...," He stared deep into her eyes, "I shouldn’t have brought you here, to my room, my space,"

For a moment, fear clouded her thoughts again.

"Because now it all smells like you," He half growled, "My floor, my bed, my...," He gritted his teeth, "It’s all you," His dragged her gown up a little more, "And I can’t keep pressing it down anymore with hate. Not when we are both within these walls. Not when you’re right here, underneath me,"

"But I —"

He didn’t even know what she was about to say and blurted out, "I’ll kill him!" His eyes looked greedier and deadlier at the same time, "Whoever it was, that touched you, that dared to...I’ll kill him, Moonfire. I swear by the Moon Goddess!" His breath hitched, deeply strained, "So please...let me touch you,"

There was probably some aphrodisiac or maybe someone had learnt to cast a spell, because at that moment, all her fears vanished into nothing. And another fresh, hotter wave of desire and longing hit her and she suddenly leaned up and pressed her lips against his, as hard as she could, as though she wanted to melt into him so they could become one.

Malachi purred again, like a man who had just conquered the world, and in one swift movement, he had thrown her cloth over her body. She raised both hands as the cloth came off her head, regretting she had to cut the kiss off for that brief second, before they captured themselves again.

Warmth folded her skin, and the heat oozing through his clothes flattened her thoughts even more but it didn’t stop her from hoping he would also take off his clothes.

As though he could read her thoughts, he reached down and began undoing the buttons of his furry shirt. She reached out shakily and helped him, then together, they pulled off his shirt.

Malachi yanked her even closer till her chest was flush against his.

But there was still a tiny barrier up there.

Impatiently, he reached behind her and began to undo the little roll of clothing she had improvised as a bra. The thing rolled over her chest, loosening before crumpling down between them.

Della gasped the moment she was completely half-naked, no spaces between them. His heat swallowed her up, and the feeling was simply breathtaking. Skin to skin, lips to lips, his onslaught of kisses made her become senseless.

Her nipples puckered up against his bare chest, rubbing against him. He hissed in pleasure, fingers running down once again to her backside to caress it. The moment he felt that her panties were still on, a frustrated growl left his lips and before she knew it, she had the sound of ripping clothing and the underwear fell...to pieces.

"Malachi!" She cried in shock and excitement, pulling back just another moment to take a look at him.

His lips were also swollen. His hair was a little dishevelled from her running her fingers through it, and if she didn’t know any better, she would have said he had been drugged.

Because he looked intoxicated.

Very intoxicated.

And his eyes never left hers.

"You’re so soft," He squeezed again, his forehead resting atop hers, "And perfect. Softly perfect," He squeezed even harder then purred again, "I need to put my face on this," He sounded very, very desperate, like he would die if he didn’t do it right now, "I need to—"

"Malachi —" She wanted to ask him to calm down, but whatever had possessed this man wasn’t letting go anytime soon because he had already flipped her over, and was now staring at her bare back.

Della had never been naked in front of a man before, and her face burned. She pressed it on the bed, internally yelling as she could literally feel his eyes setting fire everywhere he looked at.

"Oh heavens," She heard him murmur, and now it sounded like he was more drugged than before, his voice so much more huskier.

Then, his hands began trailing up both cheeks, handling the soft rolls of flesh delicately. His eyes seemed to grip on a particular spot on her backside, and then a finger touched it.

"There is a freckle," He hummed, "Right here,"

She almost screamed when his lips pressed against that same spot.

She never knew she had a freckle there. She’d hardly ever looked at herself naked, or even in the mirror because she had always been scared of her reflection. The last time she had looked into a mirror was...the night everything had gone wrong. The night she thought she was going to save her sister and the wedding from a grave disaster.

His hand kept caressing and rubbing against her, around the curve of her waist, up her back to her shoulders, down her legs to her feet, and then back up to her backside, and then to that freckle again.

"My freckle," He purred again, and she held her breath as she felt something hot, something that had her squeezing both legs shut— his tongue now doing the caressing.

Oh lord!

Her whole face was red. When on earth was he going to stop touching her like that? It was unthinkable that he would ever do this!

Then, she heard him inhale again.

And her body went stiff.

Because this breath of his, carried another weight in them, like he had just been introduced to a whole new obsession.

The moment his gaze moved away from her butt, she felt it. And the new place it fell on, she clenched hard.

He was staring at her. In between her legs. And as much as she squeezed, she felt like he could still see the flesh.

"Don’t —" She bit her tongue before she said anything else.

Don’t look?

That would only make him want to look more.

Another deep, carnal inhale and Della instantly knew she was done for.

He wasn’t letting this go.

"Moonfire," He kissed her again, and his finger rolled between her ass cheeks, "Spread these beautiful skin for me,"

Again, she felt like she had been possessed. Her legs shook, parting only slightly before she caught a hold of herself again to close them back again.

But he caught both legs before they could move.

"No..." She said, but it was already too late as he was pushing them apart.

Ashamed, Embarrassed, flushed.

Those words didn’t come close to describing how she was feeling, or how she felt when his eyes fell on her honey pot. Her very much overflowing honeypot.

The scent smashed into his nose, and at that moment, he understood something very vital about Della.

She was his doom.

He was doomed being close to her, being mated to her, and his doom was only just starting.

If her lips tasted like rain, then between her legs was earth itself. The scent of earth after rain, just much more intensely aggressive than normal, and mixed with a deep, musky scent.

The veins in his face strained hard against his skin like they were gonna pop as he watched the juices running down her thighs, already staining his sheets.

She was soaked!

And he...was hungry.

It’s like her body had taken a whole new control button of its own, because down there wouldn’t stop clenching and unclenching on its own. And every time it clenched, more liquid would shoot out of it.

The worst thing? He could see everything.

She squealed, because she couldn’t take it anymore. How long was he going to stare for? How long was he going to let her burn for?!

Finally, he moved.

But what he did, brought her heart to her stomach for it was the last thing she had been expecting. Hell, she never thought it would even go this far between them. She thought a time would come when he would snap out of it, and push her away.

A time when the cold would return.

Malachi had positioned himself above her, his hips aligned to her backside while something monstrously hard and large rolled against the entrance of her womanhood.

Was he about to...?

She turned around to say something, and what she saw made the words vanish.

His eyes... had gone red.

Wolf red.

Hungry red.

Which was absurd... because he had no wolf. His eyes aren’t supposed to go red like that, unless...

He pushed forward, and at the same time, a hand wrapped around her collar and pulled, raising her upper body from the bed.

Della’s eyes watered as something foreign filled and stretched up, so long she believed he was completely in, and so big she could feel her walls a little overstretched, like they couldn’t take any more of him.

As he gripped the collar even tighter, Della was forced to remember her crushing reality. One she had momentarily forgotten.

She was...his slave.

And maybe this...was just another part of his slavery.

"Brace yourself," She heard him growl.

Brace... herself?!

Another wicked thrust shot him deeper into her. She had been terribly wrong when she assumed the first time that he was completely now, because it seems from what she was feeling now... he probably wasn’t even halfway in back then.

Her lips tore open, and she screamed as pain, and a wicked sense of... pleasure wrecked through her entire body.