HELLHOUND (Book Two of the Wisteria Chronicles)

CHAPTER 6~Waiting~

Titus

   I stared into my mate’s large white eyes. She had a small nose and tiny nose studs, one on each side. The center of her top lip was pierced, a small diamond nestled between her cupid's bow. It captured my attention and made her lips look bigger than what they already were.  I ran my thumb across her full bottom lip and felt her shiver against me. Her white hair was pulled back into a wild curly ponytail. 

     I reached and gently pulled her hair tie off, letting the mass of curls free. Her head barely reached up to my chest, but her afro was tall, giving her a few extra inches. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her closer, her body heat radiating onto me. She smelled like lavender honey oats cakes, the first things I ate when I had finally gained my freedom. She also smelled different, like she was part lycan and something else.

     She fixed her crystal orbs on me and studied my face. Her brow was slightly furrowed as if she was thinking hard about something. There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Where has she been? Why was her scent off? How did she summon me? What was her name? I parted my lips to start the interrogation, my words quickly dying as I watched my mate.

   She stopped furrowing her brows and dropped her gaze, settling on my lips. She tiptoed and gave a soft peck. She continued to give me small kisses then she nibbled at my bottom lip. Her soft attentions were making my d**k strain against the towel. She reached up and placed her small hands on each side of my face. Her nibbling turned into soft tugs that had me moaning. She tilted my head and swept her tongue inside my mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.   

   I eagerly returned the kiss trying to match her strokes. Reaching down to grab her waist, I picked her up. She gave a startled yelp as I moved her body higher. She looked panicked and gripped my shoulders, her pointy nails digging in. “What are you doing?! Put me down now! I’m too big!” she squealed, kicking and pushing me away. 

   I arched my eyebrow, tightening my hold on her. “Titus, I’m serious!” she puffed. My heart did a flip at the sound of my name falling from her lips. Her voice began to tremble, “I’m sorry I’m so heavy.” I frowned, What the hell is she talking about? “Why are you apologizing?” I demanded.

  Her bottom lip began to quiver, “You’re probably not used to bigger girls.” My frown deepened; I loved all women, no matter what their shape was. I kissed her cheek, “All I see is a beautiful woman with hypnotizing curves and the most mesmerizing eyes on the planet. You’re perfect.” She had doubt in her eyes as she hesitantly wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned forward and gave me soft kisses, then deepened it. 

    She moaned into my mouth as I carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, letting the towel drop before I settled myself in between her thighs. My hands roamed under her dress, caressing her stomach and hips. The contrast of her smooth skin and her fishnets had my body tingling with sensation.

Phoebe

  The more Titus touched me, the heavier my breathing became. I could smell my arousal; I had no shame since it seemed to fuel his movements. I broke our kiss and pushed him back. I grabbed the bottom of my dress and wiggled out of it. I laid back down, covering my chest and stomach. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” he said. 

    I slowly moved my hands and unclipped my bra. He sat back on his haunches and stared.  “Absolutely perfect.” he murmured. He ran his fingers across my mark that ran from my sternum and down under my breasts. “You have been marked by the gods.” he said, marveling over the intricate design the trio of goddesses left me. He looked at me in wonder, I knew he had questions but he didn’t utter one.

    He leaned forward and started to kiss me again, my mind getting lost in his sweet taste and scent. He placed kisses on my chin and trailed down to my neck, stopping at my choker. Before I could react, he yanked it free, his whole body stilled. He was probably petrified at what he saw. 

    Titus ran a large finger over the white scar that lined the base of my throat. His eyes were dark and murderous, “Who did this to you?” His voice made my body tremble. I shook my head, “Let’s not talk about it tonight. Ok?” I pleaded with my eyes, hoping he would drop it. He looked unsatisfied but he didn’t argue, his angry gaze on my scar.

     In an attempt to distract him, I started to run my hands across his wide back. He was smooth and hard at the same time. “Please Titus.” I said sweetly, lifting my head up to peck his collarbone. He groaned, “This isn’t over.” My victory was short lived as he fiercely reclaimed my lips. His roaming hand settled above my core. 

  He fumbled with my leggings, with a frustrated grunt he ripped into them. He continued to pull the material and pushed it down my legs. He returned his attention back to my s*x and pushed aside my panties. He flicked my sensitive bud, making me cry out. He explored my slick folds, his ministrations making me wetter.

    Titus moved his mouth lower, capturing my n****e. He nipped at it, teasing it to a hard peak. He switched breasts, but this time he bit down hard. I bucked my hips up, the shock of pleasure coursing through my body. He was making me feel things I never thought imaginable. He slipped a finger into my core, slowly working me into a fever.

   Titus lifted his head, his gaze serious. “You’re a virgin?” he asked. I bobbed my head, worried my words would come out slurred. “Were you waiting for me?” He asked quietly. It was the first time he didn’t sound confident. “Yes.” I said breathlessly. His eyes widened, “Why?” I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate as he slipped in a second finger.

    “I-I’ve been waiting for you. I only want you.” I moaned. He removed his fingers and positioned his length at my entrance. He held my hip and braced himself, filling me. He stopped when he felt resistance. “Thank you, baby.” He said then quickly thrusted into me. 

Titus

    My beautiful mate covered yelp with her small hands. “Are you ok?” I asked her. She moved her hands and flashed me a bright smile, “I’ve been through worse.” I furrowed my brow, “We really need to talk.” She continued to smile and bucked her hips, pushing me in further. I groaned, “Ok, we can talk later.”

    She wrapped her hands around my neck and claimed my lips. I started to move, keeping my pace slow and steady. Her moans were loud in my ear, making it hard to concentrate. I’ve waited so long to finally meet my mate, I wanted our first time to last as long as possible. 

     I watched her face as I leisurely rocked back and forth. Her lips were parted and her breaths were coming out in short puffs. She tightened her thick thighs around my hips and clenched her inner walls. She let out a loud moan as her climax washed over her. I was overwhelmed with pride, I wanted to make her c*m again.

   Goddess she felt so good. I’ve always heard the rumors about how special the mating bond was, but the rumors were wrong. Being one with my mate was euphoric. I felt weightless and heavy at the same time. My body was on fire but it was a slow burn and promised of sweet release. I didn’t want it to end. 

   I held my mate close and kissed her until her lips were swollen and tender. Her lush body felt like silk and surrounded me in comfort. She made me feel whole, she felt like home. My mate let out another loud moan as she clamped down on my length. How many times was that now? Four? Five?  

     I brushed back the curls from her face, I was completely awestruck. She was the most exquisite person alive. She is the perfect match for us, Onyx said. I couldn’t agree more. We just met and I already knew I wouldn’t be able to live without her. She was the very air I needed to survive and I didn’t even know her name. 

    Her breathing became uneven and sweat dripped down her face. She looked exhausted and energized. It was her first time but she was able to keep up, I was so proud of her. My body was aching from the strain. I couldn’t hold back my release anymore. 

     I picked up my pace and thrusted into her. Her breath hitched and she dug her nails deeper into my back. She held on tightly and called out my name, her last climax shaking her body. I gave her a few more pumps, roaring as I released my seed into her. Her body went lax and she sunk into the pillows. She tugged me down with her, my arms giving out as I laid my head on her chest. 

   She raked her nails across my back as we sat in silence. The tall candles that lit the room were now tiny stubs. Her caress slowed and her breathing became even. I used the last of my energy to switch our positions and pulled the covers over us. I never expected to fall so hard for her. As sleep took over, I wondered why she summoned me.