The Fallout-5
His lips open mine, tongues meeting for the first time, and I experience my first ever French kiss with a much practiced mouth. I groan, succumb to his expertise as he yanks me into him and crashes our bodies us together intimately. Our teeth clash with sheer ferocity in the devouring way we go at each other and his hand rakes my body, grinding me to him like he can’t get enough as I completely succumb.
Lust fuels the animals in us and he picks me up under the thighs, his grip bruising my tender skin as he wedges his body between my legs, pulling them around his waist and walks me back so he can jam me up against the wall, to push himself against me fully. He kisses me harder, with a passion that sets us on fire, and I grasp and claw at his shoulders and neck in utter abandonment, scratching, biting, kissing and finding my rhythm and confidence in what he’s doing to my mouth. His tongue caresses mine and mentally I blurt insanely …
I want you inside me. I’m going to self-combust if you don’t.
Not even sure if I mind-linked, or where this thought even came from, given I’m a virgin and never had a sexual urge in my life, but it only seems to make him kiss me all the more passionately. We lose all sense as this bond engulfs us and he grinds into me until my urges reach a fever pitch of heightened horniness and I pant with the effort as my body vibrates and craves his desperately.
I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, almost choking him with the way I latch on, devouring him with equal fervor and find my motion, rubbing my pelvis up against what is clearly an erection, a very solid bulge in his pants, as we meet in every way. It doesn’t even shame or shock me, instead it fuels my need to strip him naked and get on top of him to complete this union. He feels like the best thing in the world, smells, tastes, touches in a way that drives me insane with need, and I now realize this bond is more powerful than even I gave it credit for. I want him so badly I might actually lose my mind if we don’t do this.
Grinding into each other, my crotch fitted to his and breathing labored, I experience the real first moments of a building climax, even though we haven’t done anything properly. Just the motion of his rough jeans between my thighs, over my panties, his kiss, his hands on me and the feel of him, has me unraveling insanely. I never knew much about sex before today, and now, I literally cannot contain the need to have it with him and might even get my first orgasm without losing my virginity.
Colton catches my hand roughly and pulls it above my head, pinning me back against the wall hard, crazily sexy, exposing my neck to him while my arm pulls my long hair back out of his way. I turn my face, knowing what he wants almost instinctively, heart hammering through my labored breathing and tighten my grip around him to keep him close. Sliding away from my mouth to my neck, he licks from the base of my throat and up to my jawline, igniting a wave of tingles and goosebumps that makes me clench my thighs together around him. He groans at the pressure, which shoves his hard-on against me firmly. My core pulsing with need as he focuses on something else entirely.
Mark me ... take me. I’m yours. Finalize the union.
The wanton voice of a girl that I don’t recognize begging for release, and he responds with a low growl that stirs everything deep inside me.
I want nothing more. God, I need you so badly.
Primal urge is no match for common sense, and as his teeth elongate and graze the soft skin of my neck, holding me taut against the wall, fully submissive, angling me in readiness to leave his mate mark on my neck, I moan in pleasure and squeeze my eyes closed at his touch. Holding my breath as I wait for the one thing that will calm the insanity in this need between us.
A transference of blood and sex will unite us for life. Bearing marks that tie us together will show everyone we’re bonded.
I tense and exhale as his hot breath and soft mouth nestle on the naked skin near my jugular and a sharp graze presses against the pulsing spot of my throat. A tiny inkling of piercing points pricking into the first thin layers, fully ready for the biting pain I know will probably come, but so close to self-combustion that I think it might make me climax. I dig my nails of my one free hand into his shoulder, clamping onto him brutally in sheer ecstasy and swell with the transference of the pleasure he feels as it consumes me too. Seems he likes a bit of pain.
An almighty high-pitched screech assaults my senses and shatters glass in the room around us in dramatic mini explosions, combusts inside my head so crazily painfully that I snap my eyes open and scramble to claw my palms over my ears, yanking them from him. Colton’s body tenses and he releases me clumsily. Dropping me to my feet in alarm that has us scrambling to shield our ears in unison, brains shuddering with the excruciating squealing whine on our elevated senses. Colton bristles into half turning, teeth, claws, and face changing, as his protective instincts make him ready to fight and poised to protect me. Turning on the source as he tries to stay upright, and I crumble behind him to the floor in a useless heap. Clutching at my head to drown it out before my brain actually pops.
“How could you?” Carmen wails, so insanely tonal it’s like a dog whistle and things on the shelves in the room vibrate as she keeps that infernal noise going. It dawns on me that this is one of her gifts. She can shatter with high-pitch frequency and I clutch my ears in alarm as she howls louder. Colton somehow seems to be more able to battle it and attempts to tackle her into the hall, to try to stop the ear-piercing noise. It’s insanely painful. “You said you loved me!” She screams at him, pushing back to get at me, losing her sanity and going for the kill. Her eyes glowing brightest orange as she loses all self-control as her nails elongate to full-on wolf claws and her teeth peek. He changes from pushing her out to dragging her away from me and wrestling what is a mid-transforming she-wolf.
“I did ... I mean, I do. I don’t know what I’m saying. Calm down, Carmen.” He picks her up from behind, covering her mouth with one hand harshly, pressing until she relents on a gasp of air and turns her around, before pinning her to the wall to restrain her and get control. The tone that dominates, the one none of us can fight, comes out of him ruthlessly and reminds me why all should be afraid of the Santo Alphas.
“Stop it now! And stop screaming!” He growls at her devilishly, and even though I’m not saying a word, I instantly slam my mouth shut, too. Instant feeble submission because he Alpha-toned us and there’s not a lot you can do about it.
She quiets instantly, falling into utter silence, relief immediate, but my ears are ringing in the aftermath and I am so dazed I can’t immediately get up. As I finally scramble myself to my knees to try, the door bursts open and Juan storms forward, half-man, half-beast, semi transformed in a ripped shirt and jacket, ready to take on the intruder, and stops dead in his tracks. The elders and Shaman hot on his tail in a similar state of urgency, and they all gawp at the scene before them.
“What’s going on? What happened?” he commands snappily, enraged, and I sink into the corner once more, huddling into a ball and wishing myself a million miles away from all of this. This just can’t get any worse.
“Your son was in the middle of marking that … that reject! MY mate has betrayed me!” She wails again in desolation, and I feel every single angry glare turn from her to me and then Colton as silence deafens us all.