Jarek's POV
"No, no, you can't--pull it out, please..." Lilith's voice is a soft, desperate whimper, dripping with a sweetness that claws at my control.
It's fucking torture, urging me to push deeper.
My patience is shot. I lean in, kissing her pale shoulder, hungry, licking, biting.
Her skin's softer than I imagined, laced with a faintsweetness and a hint of fear that makes my canines itch.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck, mark her so every damn wolf knows she's mine.
But not yet--she hasn't even awakened her wolf. I can't claim her.
Fucking hell, if she had, Kieran would've beaten me to it.
No way I'm letting that bastard win.
"Did Kieran ever stick his fingers in your pussy?" I growl, deliberately crude, my finger sliding deeper, circling slow.
Her tight, wet heat grips me like it's alive, soaking my hand.
It's an invitation, making my cock swell harder.
"Mmm..." She moans, raw and needy, her innocent lust driving me insane.
My temples throb, my wolf roaring in my head, blood rushing hot through my veins.
I can't hold back anymore.
I grab her chin, crushing my lips against hers, my finger pumping faster, mimicking the way I'd fuck her.
My mouth claims hers, my finger owns her below--I'm relentless, making sure she knows who's dominating her.
It doesn't take long. Her mouth and pussy are both dripping, a fucking flood.
My tongue tangles with hers, stealing her breath, sucking her spit into my mouth.
Goddamn, even her saliva's sweet.
I pull back, shoving my tongue deeper.
"Suck it," I order.
And she does--her shy lips close around my tongue, sucking like a pup on a teat, tentative but eager.
Fuck, my cock's about to burst.
My fingers speed up, pounding her pussy, and when I curl them, hitting that spot that makes her shake, she loses it.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph...ah!" Her body tenses, stomach quivering, and her pussy gushes, soaking my hand.
When I release her lips, she's a vision--mouth parted, eyes hazy, a thread of spit dangling from her chin.
My wolf screams to mark every inch of her.
I keep my fingers inside until her juices coat me completely, then pull out.
Technically, I'm her first--my finger's been inside her, not Kieran's.
That thought sends a thrill through me. I'm her fucking Alpha.
SHE IS MINE!
Grinning, I yank off my belt, freeing my aching cock, and nudge it between her thighs. "Your turn to help me out."
She tries to pull away, but I lift her, settling her on my lap. Her round ass cradles my cock, her slick juices smearing over me, like we're already one.
The thought of what's to come drives me wild.
I grind against her, my thick shaft sliding through her ass cheeks, my tip leaking with every thrust.
"Feel that?" I nip her red earlobe, voice rough. "It's hard for you."
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Lilith's POV
I feel it--his cock, massive and burning hot, pressed against me.
I don't need to look to know its size, its heat.
Jarek's eyes lock on mine, searching, like he's daring me to admit I want this as much as he does.
And fuck, I do. My body's screaming for it, and Alphas like him can smell every damn bit of my desire.
He yanks me closer, his rough hand cradling the back of my head, sealing his lips over mine.
My fingers clutch the fur sprouting on his shoulders--yeah, fur. He's so worked up, his wolf's breaking through, dark brown hair spreading across his arms, soft but dangerous.
His tongue invades my mouth, claiming every inch like he owns me.
"Fuck," he growls, and suddenly my feet leave the ground.
He lifts me with one hand under my ass, like I weigh nothing.
I wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling, but the position shoves his hard cock right against my pussy, grinding with every step he takes.
"It's hot..." I whimper, unable to stop myself.
"Hot?" He pauses mid-step, his grip on my ass tightening with wicked intent. "My cock's hot, huh?"
I bite my lip, too embarrassed to answer.
Jarek chuckles, low and dirty, thrusting his hips so his thick shaft slides between my thighs, rubbing my softest spot.
"Stop...don't grind..." My voice is barely a whisper, my face buried in his neck, drowning in his scent, thick and overwhelming.
He inhales deeply, like he's savoring me too.
"You fucking love it," he says, grinding harder, twice more. "You're so wet, it's dripping on my cock."
My ears burn.
He's always so crude, saying the filthiest things about the most intimate parts of me, and my body betrays me, responding like it's begging for more.
"Want me to give it to you?" His voice is dangerous, teasing.
I don't catch his meaning at first, but he doesn't wait for an answer.
He loosens his grip, letting me slide down a few inches, then thrusts his hips, his tip nudging my entrance, teasing, threatening to push inside.
"No, don't!" I panic, thrashing, but his hands lock around my waist, pinning me in place.
There's no escape.