Needy Release
1237 Words
Chapter Eight
Talon Maverick
"Take her! Right here!" my always-horny wolf howled. This was the only time it was super active after the curse.
I shook my head, trying to block out the thoughts, but the demands of my body were louder, more insistent.
This girl... this infuriating, desperate, hungry little girl had no idea what she was doing to me, and what she was getting herself into. She didn't understand what kind of fire she was playing with.
She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know what I was capable of. I wasn’t some boy to toy with, some harmless fling she could tease and manipulate. I was dangerous. And if she pushed me too far, I could break her in ways she’d never recover from.
“Maybe I want to be ruined by you.” She continued, her hand now swaying down to my groin.
The restraint I had been holding onto snapped. In a swift motion, I spun her around, pinning her against the wall. My body pressed against hers, my hand bracing the wall beside her head. She gasped, but the look in her eyes told me she wasn't afraid-if anything, she looked exhilarated.
Where was it? The fear and shiver I saw in other people’s eyes? Why does this seem fun to her even with the fierce way I kept my gaze.
“You have no idea what you’re doing,” I said, my grip tightening. “I could destroy you. You don't know what you're asking for."
She swallowed, and I saw a flicker of something in her eyes—was it fear? Excitement? Whatever it was, she didn’t back down.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered, but her voice wavered.
"You should be," I hissed, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer. "You should be terrified."
"But I’m not. I know exactly what I want."
For a split second, I imagined giving in-taking her the way I wanted to, feeling her beneath me again, losing myself in her. But that small, rational part of my mind screamed at me to stop. The soothsayer's warning rang loud in my head.
This girl wasn't just a distraction-she was dangerous. She could be the doom I was warned about, and I couldn't let that happen. But that was just me trying to force back the fire of longing burning inside of me. Deep down, I knew this little girl was harmless.
With a growl, I pushed away from her, taking several steps back to create some distance between us. My breathing was ragged, and my mind was at war with my body, with the bulge in my pants. I wanted her, but I couldn't have her. Not again.
"This ends now," I said, my voice colder than ice, and I hoped she felt that too. "I don't care what you think you want. It's not happening again. Get out."
For a moment, she stood there, staring at me, at the obvious bulge in my pants, like she couldn't believe I had just told her no with the obvious fact that I wanted her. But then, slowly, she composed herself, a mischievous glint still shining in her eyes.
"You'll change your mind, Professor," she said, her voice sultry as she turned toward the door. "I know you will."
And with that, she walked out, leaving me standing there, battling the fire still burning inside me.
I slammed my fist against the desk, feeling the weight of frustration settle deep in my chest. That smug look on her face, the sway of her hips as she walked out the door—it all replayed in my head like a goddamn movie.
My hand moved instinctively to the bulge in my pants, throbbing painfully with need to release. I yanked the belt free, the sound of the buckle clicking louder in the empty room as I shoved my pants and shorts down at once.
"f**k," I muttered at the sight of my hardness.
I was f*****g hard! As hard as a rock.
My hand wrapped around my hardness. My body was already burning with the need to relieve the tension she’d left behind. I grabbed the lotion from the drawer, squeezing some into my palm before slicking it along my length. The coolness sending a sharp warmth to the heat raging through me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, flickering shut. I leaned back against the desk, stroking myself slowly at first. But it wasn’t enough—not with the way she had looked at me, her lips parting as if she was daring me to take her right there. The memory alone sent a shiver down my spine.
"You don’t know what you’re doing," I whispered, imagining her there, her body pinned beneath me, her legs spread, her p***y aching for me. "You don’t know how badly I want to ruin you."
My grip tightened as I fisted myself harder, my strokes becoming more deliberate, more desperate, my groans growing louder and thicker.
I could picture her perfectly—on her knees, those innocent eyes looking up at me while her mouth worked its magic, her tong wrapping around my c**k.
My jaw clenched as I let out a low growl, trying to keep control, but the thoughts just kept coming, each one more vivid than the last. If I couldn’t f**k her, I’d at least fist myself while imagining her beneath me.
"I’d bend you over my desk," I muttered through clenched teeth, fisting faster now, harder when I get to the shaft, lost in the fantasy. "Make you beg for it... beg for me."
I could almost hear her voice in my head, soft and teasing, that same sultry tone she used before she walked out. My chest heaved as I imagined pulling her close, her skin soft and warm beneath my fingers, my lips crashing against those sexy lips of her, devouring her.
"You’d take every inch, wouldn’t you?" I groaned, my pace quick now, my hand moving furiously over my length as I felt myself getting closer to my release. "You wouldn’t fight me... not after everything you did. You want it just as bad." I continued, talking to myself with the thought that she was there, taking me.
I gritted my teeth, feeling the pressure building up, the tension growing unbearable.
My hand moved faster, the sound of my slick strokes filling the air as my mind spiraled deeper into the fantasy of her—her body, her taste, her juicy p***y, her bouncy boobs, the way she would fall apart beneath me.
"f**k! You f*****g… w***e!” I groaned, every muscle in my body tensing as I finally let go, the image of her still vivid in my mind.
I came in a hard wave, a loud growl escaping my throat as I imagined spilling all over her, marking her, making sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.
I leaned against the desk, my body still trembling from the release, but the hunger remained. Even after all of that, I wanted more than the imagination. I wanted to make my fantasies a reality, but I had a whole kingdom to protect.
How the hell did she even come into my world?
“What are you doing to me!” I grunted, burying my face in my hands.
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