Chapter 28: Sweetest Form of Destruction

BEWARE: This Chapter contains Mature Content!

Della couldn’t even begin to describe how it felt, having something as big as that buried so deeply inside of her.

She’s heard about it before since she lived with wolves, and she’s read about the activity before out of sheer curiosity. Every book had its own distinct way of describing the pleasure...and sometimes, pain that accompanied it.

They didn’t describe it as terrifyingly good as this.

Her back arched perfectly to his thrust even before he had gripped the collar, and a nerve-wracking sound of pleasure rolled through her. She could feel the discomfort and pain that came from trying so hard to adjust to him, but that only made it more exhilarating.

She was enjoying this more than she thought she would.

And he... behind her, seemed to have lost even more control.

Slowly, he let his length slip out of her. Every inch of it was dragging against her sloppy, dripping walls till he was almost out. Till it was just the red, swollen cap that remained inside of her.

Then, Malachi drew in a deep breath.

She heard it, like he was getting ready for something that might shake the earth.

But it wasn’t the earth that shook.

It was both of them.

He thrust into her once again, this time going all in at once till he was all in, till his hips smacked against her backside.

Della screamed again, but the chokehold wouldn’t let the sound come out properly. Tears stung the back of her eyes, and the funny feeling in her stomach had become satisfyingly good.

He didn’t wait this time and pulled out again, then he went in.

"Moonfire...," He groaned, deep in maddening pleasure as he thrust in again, "Moonfire—"

He couldn’t find the words. They were all failing him, because her body was the only thing he could feel.

And nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt this... perfect. It felt almost impossible that a body like this existed...and it coursed his soul with an unquenchable flame to know that it was all for him.

"Oh fuck...," He pulled her up even more, her back arching so much that her face pushed back extremely close to his. So close that his breath fanned her ears, her cheeks. So close that she could somehow hear how fast his heart was beating without wolf powers.

So close that...

He slammed into her again, and her muscles clenched even more around his rigid, growing and pulsing length.

"Moonfire!" He groaned even louder, his breathing harsher than ever, "Stopppp—"

He tried to pull out, but her clench only got worse. He could tell she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he couldn’t...

"Don’t—" He leaned down and pressed his face to her neck, hoping he doesn’t get burned by his explosive desire for her, "You’re already impossibly tight, so if you squeeze me like that I just can’t—" His voice got deeper, "I’ll lose control completely,"

He couldn’t help himself. He plunged deeper into her again, and she cried again.

He felt so good.

The fullness of him, the way his member pulsed anytime he plunged in, making her involuntarily clench around him, the way he touched and tapped into places inside her that caused her vision to double and blur.

Most importantly, the way it almost seemed like...she couldn’t get enough of it despite everything.

It was the cursed mate bond, and she knew that.

And she also couldn’t help herself. She was gone the second he had pushed inside her, and she knew when was, too.

She would think about why his eyes were red, later. Now, she wanted everything he had to give. She wanted to experience this better.

And so, she lifted her hips a bit to meet his next thrust, following purely instinct.

"Malachi!!" She cried out his name as they both met each other in the middle, right where the effect slammed into them the most.

Tears spilled from her eyes, and her juices flooded between them. They coated his member, dragging along the veined muscle before coiling over to her little nub, then dripping to the bed.

"Stop testing me!" He was almost begging, "Moonfire...,"

She didn’t care. She did it again.

He cursed under his breath, "Don’t make me...,"

Again!

And that snapped something inside of him..

He wrapped a large palm around her throat, effectively shutting up all her moans into tight, barely audible noises that only made tears fall down even more.

She felt the heat from his body, his chest, his arms, especially down there digging into her senses, tempting her more, making her fall into whatever possessed nature that had taken over her.

"I thought you wouldn’t be able to handle it," He whispered into her ear, his voice awfully demanding and wicked, "But I guess I was wrong," His tongue caressed her ear, making her shiver, "Now, you’re going to be a very good slave, and take it as I’m giving to you!"

That was the moment he turned into a monster in bed.

His speed increased tenfold, and so did the force it came with. His hips smashed against her ass like he was trying to break her lower body, and his manhood carved, drilled and dug into her...every thrust owning her over and over again.

Every touch imprinting into her.

Claiming her.

Almost... worshipping her.

Della tried to scream, tried to let out the fiery pleasure through her mouth but his chokehold only grew stronger. She could literally feel him in her stomach, like he wanted to tear through her.

Her eyes burned red from the pleasure trapped inside that she couldn’t let out, and her lips were wide open but only gags made it out when he thrust two fingers down her throat too.

"You consume me, Adelaide," He whispered into her ear, kissing, biting and sucking on it. He was doing everything his lips and tongue could possibly do, "You fuckin consume me,"

She clenched over and over again.

"Stop milking my cock like that with that heavenly pussy," He shuddered slightly, thick warning in his voice, "Keep driving me insane like that, and I swear to the Moon Goddess you won’t ever be able to walk straight again,"

Oh lord. Maybe that was what she wanted.

Malachi felt her need skyrocket from his words, and how her sweet flower only clenched and vibrated against his hardness. He slipped in and out of her, the slurpy noises of it totally obscene.

He loved it.

He wanted it.

He wanted more. Oh! He wanted so much more.

Immediately, he switched positions without even stopping. He pushed her further into the bed, following immediately so he would slip out even an inch, then he forced her head down so her cheeks were flat on the bed.

Then, he spread both legs open even further.

"Oh...oh...," Della moaned, knowing this was about to get even worse.

And she was afraid she might not be able to take it after all.

He felt her conflict, and a groan left his lips as his palm came down her ass.

"Be a good girl and take it," He growled.

"Malachi, I don’t think—"

"I’ll make sure you don’t think at all," He cut her off.

And then he started to move again.

It was like he had just achieved a whole new level of depth, smashing right into her core and even further down her tightness.

Della’s hand shot out and she gripped the wall, her body so intensely stricken. The pleasure was on a whole different level, and she knew her mouth was wide open but she couldn’t even hear herself moaning loudly because the pleasure had taken over her senses.

She could only feel him drilling, thrusting in and out. She could only feel his warmth, feel every muscle in her body crying, being devoured by him with every movement, and she was left to drown in all of it.

The build-up down there was growing too much and too fast. Heavens! It was uncontrollable.

And she tried to warn him that she was about to go off. But her words were in the form of cries and gasps and screams of his name.

"Don’t—" He warned, pulling her by the neck back up to meet him face, "Don’t—" She could feel him glaring at her.

"I...," She managed out barely, "I—"

"You what?!" He forced her head to turn, taking her lips once again, before adding, "You want more of my cock, don’t you?"

She nodded and shook her head at the same time.

Malachi kissed her again, "You’re not allowed to cum till I say so, do you understand me?!" He shot into her over and over and over again, "Wait for me, I’m also close,"

"I...I...,"

He clamped her mouth shut again with his lips, and then he did something that almost made her shatter completely.

He reached in between their bodies, trailed his hand between her breasts, down her belly and then started to make fast, deep circles around her throbbing, swollen clot.

"Malachi!" Her body jerked, "Oh...oh...,"

"That’s it," He cried too, "Say my name, Moonfire. You can’t trap me like this with this delicious tightness, this dangerous wetness, those sweet lips...and not expect something even worse in return, right?"

"Hmmm...ahhhh....Goddd...,"

He groaned into her neck, also feeling his release building up fast. Usually, he had control over these things, especially how long he wanted to last in bed.

But it was uncontrollable this time.

Things were always different with her.

"I’m damned," He cursed, "A sweet, cursed damnation,"

The pleasure shattered his body, overthrowing everything he thought he knew about pleasure and sex. Her name erupted from the depths of his throat in a loud growl that shook the walls, and his body convulsed tightly as his hot cum came shooting deep inside her womb, every shot burning her as it came out. Pulse after pulse, he pumped her full till it was leaking between their ruined organs, mixing with her wetness that was practically everywhere now.

Every moment of it stripped him more of what he thought he knew, what he thought he understood.

Della followed almost immediately, a hard cry leaving her lips as her world blurred into lines. She creampied right on his cock, and the juices of him and her slurped out of her and ran between them.

Malachi watched, obsessed by the sight.

By the sound of her breath.

By the sound of her moan.

And then, he fell forward.

There was absolutely no doubt now.

Della was his sweetest form of destruction.