The air in the room grew heavier, thick with the scent of our bodies, making it harder and harder to think straight.
I didn't know if letting him mark me was the right decision, but this heat had tortured me so much that the only thing I wanted was to end it.
I needed his mark.
I needed him to put an end to my misery.
I brought my face closer to his. Maybe I was acting this way because his pheromones had intoxicated me or maybe, deep down, I truly wanted him.
"Help me, Theron." I locked eyes with him, pleading. "Please ... help me make the pain go away."
I pressed my lips against his. His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting me to be bold enough to make the first move.
His golden eyes burned with lust. At that moment, I realized it was too late to run away, and I knew Theron had stopped trying to hold himself back.
He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss until I couldn't breathe.
But that wasn't a problem. I didn't need to breathe to stay alive anymore.
He devoured my lips—top and bottom—shifting between biting and sucking as if my lips could somehow ease his hunger.
"Look at you, Evie," my wolf laughed mockingly. "You were so desperate to run away earlier, and now you're acting like a whore under him."
'Shut up.'
That was all I could say to her, because I couldn't focus on anything else. My mind was a blur, spinning wildly, wondering what Theron would do next.
Unexpectedly, he ripped my gown off in one swift motion. Since the maids had only dressed me in a single thin layer, my body was instantly exposed before him.
I thought he would push me down onto the cold floor right away, but instead, he lifted me up. He carried me to the bed and gently laid me down on the soft mattress.
Before I could say a word, he kissed me again. His lips hungrily claiming mine while his hands began exploring every inch of my body.
His palms were a little rough, probably from sword training or all the harsh things he'd done with those hands.
But somehow, those rough hands only made me feel even more aroused.
Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, making me writhe beneath him. His fingers slid along my waist, tracing the shape of my body like he wanted to remember it forever.
"Theron …" I whispered his name as he pulled away from our kiss. I didn't even know what I wanted to say.
My thoughts were a mess, tangled between desire and the overwhelming heat rising inside me.
I rubbed my thighs together, feeling more of that thick, needy wetness dripping from my honeypot.
His lips trailed from mine to my neck, then lower, until they reached my breast. I moaned when his warm breath brushed against my sensitive nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Because of my heat, everything felt intensified. My body was more sensitive than usual, and even the lightest touch drove me crazy.
Suddenly, he flicked his tongue against my nipple, teasing it in slow circles before taking it fully into his mouth.
Then he sucked it hard, so hard it felt like he was trying to pull my soul out through that one spot.
A moan escaped my lips, caught between pleasure and shock. My back arched instinctively, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth as my fingers clenched the sheets. My whole body burned and trembled under his touch.
If he kept sucking my nipple that hard, I swear milk might actually come out.
Wait—what?!
What the hell was I even thinking?!
This damn heat … it had to be messing with my head, twisting my thoughts into something wild and ridiculous.
I shut my eyes tight, trying to hold onto the last bit of sanity I had left. But it was almost impossible. Every inch of my body felt like it was burning, begging for more of his touch.
"Theron … Theron, sto—nghh."
I couldn't finish my sentence because right at that moment, Theron's other hand slipped between my thighs.
His fingers found my soaked honeypot, tracing along my slick folds, teasing me with soft strokes that made my hips move on their own.
Then, out of nowhere, he flicked my sensitive little bean and I came instantly.
A loud, helpless moan escaped me as pleasure crashed over me, so intense it blurred my vision.
My legs trembled uncontrollably, my back arched off the bed, and my inner walls clenched around nothing as the orgasm tore through me like a raging storm.
I'd been with a few men before, just out of curiosity, nothing more.
But no one had ever made me lose control like this. No one had ever made me come this fast.
It had to be the heat … right?
This was exactly why I hated being a Luna!
This stupid, overwhelming heat, it could completely destroy both my mind and body!
"But it feels good, doesn't it?" my wolf said. "Just admit it. You like the pleasure. Even your tiny little hole has been twitching all this time, like it's begging Theron to slide inside."
Oh, shut up.
My wolf really had a talent for ruining the moment.
But the moment didn't last long, because Theron touched me down there again. This time, he slipped two fingers into my hole, moving them around like he was searching for hidden treasure.
"F-Fuck, Theron!" I gasped, grabbing his arm, trying to stop him when his fingers suddenly hit a spot that sent another jolt of intense pleasure straight to my brain. "What … what are you doing?!"
Theron looked up, locking eyes with me. "Does it hurt?"
I bit my lower lip and whispered, "No … but … it feels weird."
I had no idea fingers could make me feel this good.
The men I'd been with before always just shoved their manhood inside me without care.
Honestly, it never felt good.
If anything, it hurt and annoyed me so much that at one point, I thought I'd rather be tied to a stake than have sex again.
That's also why I'd been so hesitant to have sex with Theron.
If ordinary men could hurt me like that, then what about someone like him? An Alpha?
Just the thought of it made my whole body tense.
Theron wasn't just any man, he was an Alpha. He was bigger, stronger, and wilder than any other werewolf.
If his fingers alone could make me lose control like this … what would happen when he finally entered me?
Would it hurt? Would I cry? Would I even be able to handle it?
But deep down, despite the fear and hesitation, a part of me was curious.
A part of me wanted to know and wanted to feel all of him no matter how overwhelming it might be.
"It's fine," Theron murmured, his voice deep and soothing against my ears. "You don't need to be afraid."
Then, without warning, he curled his fingers inside me, right into that spot again and again.
My entire body trembled as he sped up the movement of his fingers. Then he also used his thumb to caress my clitoris.
That combination was enough to make me lose my mind.
I moaned so loudly I barely recognized my own voice. My hands grabbed at the sheets like I was holding on for dear life, and my legs kicked helplessly against the mattress.
Whatever he was doing made my body feel strange, but not in a bad way. In a way that made me crave more.
"You're so wet," he growled, his deep voice making my body throb even harder.
Every time his fingers moved in and out of me, they made a loud, slick sound, like someone stepping into a puddle.
It should've been embarrassing. But instead of feeling ashamed, it only turned me on even more.
After a while, I suddenly felt something intense growing within me. It felt like a wave that wanted to break out of my body.
My hips joltes. My thighs clamped tightly around his wrist before a hot rush of liquid gushed out of me with so much force.
It soaked his hand … and even splashed across Theron's chest.
My eyes widened in shock.
Oh, I'd be damned.
It felt like I had just peed on him!
Humiliation hit me like a slap. My face burned bright red as I looked down at the mess between us.
"I—I'm sorry," I stammered, horrified. "I didn't mean to … I didn't know that would happen …"
But Theron didn't look disgusted at all. In fact … he smiled.
No, he grinned, like he enjoyed it, like seeing me soak the bed and him turned him on even more.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, and without breaking eye contact, brought them to his mouth.
He licked them clean, savoring every drop of my honey. "You taste so sweet, sweetheart," he said with a deep, satisfied voice. "Even better than wine."
When his golden eyes darkened, I knew for sure that he wasn't holding back anymore.
His wolf and desire had taken over him.