by R. Scarlett
Her cheeks grew hot and she knew he could feel the warmth on his palms. He continued to watch her closely.
“All I can smell is my scent on you, and seeing how he just had his hands on you, how you weren’t protected—” Tensley hissed, a snarl escaping him. “I want you so bad I can’t think straight. I want to bite your ivory neck—deep, deep enough to mark you, deep enough to protect you and make you unconditionally mine. Do you want me to do that, Molly?” he asked, his voice breathless with need. His eyes turned feral; he was a predator—a beast—and he could no longer resist his prey. “Would you bear my mark, Molly? Are you ready to be mine?” he finished, his voice low and raw.
“Yes,” she answered, her breathing uneven. She was ready for the beast. She was ready for it all.
His mouth found hers and it was vicious, impatient. Molly dug her fingers into his shoulder blades before sliding them up to tug on his thick mane of hair. That stirred the beast within him even more, and he grasped her hips, pulling her flush against his muscular, powerful frame.
His hands palmed her rear and with a sudden growl, he lifted her up. She gasped, breathless in his strong hold, but he caught her mouth again and swallowed her breaths, leading them to a desk.
He paused, his chest warring against hers, and she stared down at him, stroking his heated cheeks, those demon eyes penetrating hers.
“Not here, not like this,” he said breathlessly. “We’re leaving.” He placed her down, her legs heavy and weak, and grasped her hand, leading them out of the room.
Molly stayed close, feeling the heat roll off Tensley’s skin from the beast inside him. When she kissed his forearm before they left the empty hallway, he threw her a lethal, dangerous look, one that warmed her belly with desire and the knowledge of what was about to happen.
He’s going to mark me.
Tensley weaved through the crowd, shouldering some to make sure Molly moved through untouched. One man looked at her and Tensley snarled at him; his beast had taken over, the demon side controlling him to defend her, to warn others off.
As they approached the front doors, Molly’s heart raced. So close to freedom, to being outside of this culture and being in his arms.
“Tensley,” a voice called when they were nearly out.
Tensley stalled, and Molly followed his gaze to see his father approaching. Mr. Knight turned his focus on Molly and raised his chin, sniffing once.
He followed that with a curt nod of approval, and Tensley continued on his route out of the party, rushing them down the front steps.
His arm snaked around Molly’s waist as he waved down a car.
“You want the beast?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes.”
“Good, because he needs you.”
TENSLEY COULDN’T WAIT any longer. With Molly’s tiny hand slotted in his, he stomped up her steps and into her building, not bothering to move for the drunken college guys stumbling down the stairs at the same time. He took a shaky breath and opened her door—still with the broken lock—to find the living room empty.
Molly released his hand and went inside, her hair turned into a golden halo in the light of the corner lamp.
Slowly, she turned, her eyes finding his in the darkness. He knew what she saw—his black eyes, his hands formed in fists beside him—and although she might not have been able to tell just yet, his canine teeth elongated in preparation. His beast wanted her just as much as he did.
He moved, but her hand shot up. He frowned.
“Tensley,” she murmured. “Are you ready for this? I get that we’re still new to this, that you’re getting used to being emotionally close to someone…” When Tensley stared back, Molly rubbed her forehead, muttering to herself, and bent down to take off her heels.
He wanted her. He wanted to protect her, to defend her, to fucking claim her as his and mark her. He was tired of controlling himself, of holding himself back from being what she deserved. He would expose himself for her to see. He’d shed his wolf skin to show her his softness, his weakness. It was like exposing the bone from a wound, tender and sensitive and dangerous, but he’d do it. He’d do anything for her.
“I want to be exclusive,” he said, breaking the deafening silence.
Molly glanced over her shoulder at him, bent over, her dress strap falling to reveal the lacy black lingerie underneath. “Tensley…”
He closed the distance between them and gripped her rosy cheeks in his powerful palms. “I want to be exclusive. No one else. Just you and me, dolcezza. I want you all to myself. I won’t fucking share you because I’m selfish, but I’ll give you everything I possibly can to make up for it.”
Her bright eyes twinkled in the dim lights and she seemed to be the speechless one now as she surveyed his stern expression. “Tensley…” So breathless, so soft, yet he could almost taste the yearning in her tone.
The beast roared within him, more powerful than ever.
His fingertips brushed across her high cheekbone and up into her smooth, wavy hair. “You’re mine, dolcezza.” He grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, and a gasp escaped her.
He carried her into her bedroom and set her on the mattress. His hand slid between her legs, rested on her inner thigh, and he could feel the delicious, pulsing heat from her sex.
He kissed her open mouth, his tongue frantically entangling with hers. He moved his mouth lower, exploring her neck before moving down to her breast. Through her bra, he bit down. She arched her back in response, her pelvis hitting his raging erection.
“Ruin me,” she whispered into the thick air.
Oh, he’d ruin her. She’d be his and only his. Her body would crave his as much as his desired hers, along with her mind. He nuzzled into her delicate neck and grinded his cock between her thighs.
He licked her sweet soft skin and bit at the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Mark me, Tensley. Now.” She kissed his cheek and found his ear, tugging hard at the lobe until he grunted at the delectable pain of it.
Molly twisted and pointed to the zipper of her dress. “Could you—”
He’d unzipped the back before she could even finish her request. Molly giggled, sliding her feet out of the bottom and tossing it on the floor.
Tensley had to swallow a moan at the sight of what she’d been wearing underneath.
A garter belt sat tightly around Molly’s small waist, its lacy straps attached to black stockings. “I wore it for you.”
That did it. He flipped her over and Molly giggled again as she kneeled on all fours, that round, firm ass in the air, taunting him, taunting his savage beast. He undid her bra and before her breasts could bounce free, he caught and palmed them both.
He wanted to mark each one.
“Oh god.”
“No holy god here. Just a devil, dolcezza,” he purred against the back of her neck, curving his body against hers. His hot erection rubbed between her thighs, aching to claim her.
He tugged off his belt and opened his slacks so it could spring free, and she jolted at the touch of his throbbing head on the back of her thigh.
“Just relax, darling,” he said, bending to kiss her thigh before making his way up to her covered sex. He fingered the wet fabric there. “You want me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, burying her face into the nearest pillow. Her sexy mewls sent Tensley’s beast into overdrive.
He slid her panties to the side and pressed two fingers into her warmness. She groaned, her legs quivering. He moved them in and out, listening to her mounting excitement while he pumped his erection with a free hand, keeping the same rhythm as his fingers.
He added a third finger inside Molly and she tensed. “Shhh, it’s okay. Just relax,” he said, bending to circle his tongue around the area.
“Tensley, I’m close,” she whispered, grasping the covers tightly.
He yanked her panties over her hips and down her legs, and they both laughed when he briefly struggled to get them over her
knees. He wadded them up in a ball and took a brief inhale of her scent before he pushed his thumbs into her soft inner thigh flesh, spreading her open wide and staring at her slit.
He sat up and rolled her onto her back, her legs thrown over his as he edged closer. The blunt tip of him nudged her sex and she gasped, rocking her hips to take him in. His chest swelled as he loomed over her, and he pulled her close by his grasp on her legs, the thick tip of his manhood grazing her sex.
“Careful,” he hissed, jerking back. “Protection.” Fallen’s laws about conceiving out of wedlock were too strict to risk ignoring.
“I’m on the pill,” Molly managed to gasp out.
Tensley shook his head. “We can’t risk it.” Tensley found his wallet in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom, ripping it open to roll it over his pulsing length. His eyes flitted to the goddess between his legs, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth. “Do you want me to ruin you?”
OH GOD.
Yes!
The beast kneeled before Molly, his powerful length torturing her as his fingers gripped her thighs, preventing her from fully having him.
Tensley flashed his teeth, fully elongated now, a warning, a promise he’d mark her.
“Please.” She knew it would be uncomfortable the first time, maybe even painful, but she was ready. She wanted him. As much as it was about him marking her, she felt like she’d be making her own mark on him, too.
He pressed into her, slowly, and just as he got to her barrier, she winced. Ow. There it was.
“I’ll try to be gentle, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, kissing the inside of her knee. He did as he said, moving slowly and checking on her every time she cringed.
“Keep going,” she hissed.
He nodded, thrusting in more deeply.
She felt the surge, the sudden pain and power within her, racing within her limbs. He was stretching her out so wide it made her eyes expand, her spine arch, and her throat go dry with lust. He leaned down and she dug her nails into his back, locking her legs around his ass as she kissed his salty shoulder.
“You okay?”
She nodded against him, unable to form words. It was as if his length filled her entire body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, dolcezza,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.
He slowly pulled out and she missed the fullness, but only for a moment before he thrust back inside, brutally slow and gentle. She dug her nails deep into his back as he jerked.
His fingers found her most sensitive spot and he stroked, the pleasure causing her to rotate her hips against his, begging for release.
Her nails clawed at him, but his body was made of steel and he began to rock his hips, that thick length moving at a slow rate to start. His low, rumbling moans sounded so vicious and bestial.
The energy he was giving her, all the times he’d spoken of how powerful they could make each other—it was true.
Her body began to quiver, her eyes glowing, her fingers trembling with too much power, and Molly was filled with a sudden sensation she hadn’t been expecting until much later. She tossed her head and scratched his skin, wave after wave of ecstasy taking over her senses.
Tensley’s movements became jerky and fast, and Molly’s toes curled as he pounded into her. Her head tossed, her fingers broke his skin, and a wave of power took her over. Watching that glistening, muscled torso rippling over her through narrowed eyes, she moaned and writhed, her body tensing as the pleasure built. She felt him tense and his movements become jerky and fast.
“Fuck.”
Her toes curled and he pounded into her.
Her thighs tightened around his waist, but he was too powerful to stay put. He lifted her up, still moving inside, and sat them up so that her breasts bounced in the golden light with each thrust.
“Fuck, dolcezza,” he hissed, finding her button and circling it with a finger, prodding her to new heights.
“Tensley,” she moaned, clinging to his broad shoulders as his length swelled, stretching her to a point of pain.
“You’re going to take it,” he grunted, jaw clenched and pitch-black eyes penetrating hers as the beast took over. A deep, dark, velvety moan of pleasure escaped his lips and he dug his teeth into her neck, right at the dip between shoulder and throat.
She cried out at the resulting electricity, the connection shooting from her head down her tingling spine to the tips of her toes.
A weight spanned across her neck, tight at first, then loosening—the marking was complete.
His mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss, lust tracing from his tongue to hers. No control, no restraint from devouring her, and she moaned again into his demanding, powerful mouth.
“You’re mine,” were the only words Molly heard as her eyes fluttered in exhaustion and pure bliss.
Tensley rolled her onto her side and settled beside her, stroking a trail from her cheek down to her throat, where the collar now sat. Heavy and thin, fitted low on her throat—it wasn’t unpleasant, but something Molly would have to grow used to. A comfort, a security, a promise.
“It’s not too heavy?” he asked, inspecting the invisible collar.
She shook her head tiredly. “No…it feels perfect.”
That sparked a soft smile on his lips and he pressed himself against her, nuzzling her neck, kissing it tenderly, healing the bite marks he’d made.
“That was…” Intense, painful, incredible. Molly didn’t know to describe to him the emotions battling and crashing around inside her body.
He curled around her frame and they took up the entire tiny bed. He was everywhere, and now he had been inside her.
Tensley rubbed her inner thigh, skimming her sore, sensitive sex with a gentle touch. “Once you’re not so sore, I’ll truly destroy you, dolcezza.”
She grinned against his sweaty chest, content to find herself in another monster’s arms.
“OH—” MOLLY MOANED, arching her back as Tensley used his tongue to flick the most sensitive spot between her thighs.
She bit the back of her hand to muffle her cries, nearly drawing blood. Oh, fuck him! He held her stomach down, preventing her from changing the tempo. All she wanted was to knee him and then kiss it better.
“Tensley, ah—ahh!” Molly shook, back lifting off the bed as her vision blurred. She was in heaven and hell, and he was Hades—yet she willingly ate the fruit he offered.
She devoured it.
He pulled her down across the mattress until their faces were level, and all she wanted was him and his hands and his mouth.
The mouth that was still wet with her pleasure smirked at her. “So sensitive.” Tensley licked at her juices on his lips, sucking one of his fingers loudly. “So delicious.”
She panted, unable to hide how breathless he made her. In the middle of her slumber, she’d awoken to him licking her softly, hungrily, and he hadn’t stopped. One orgasm after another came as he went down on her, licking her honey.
How his tongue never cramped is beyond me.
“Meet me for lunch at my office,” he said, kissing her so deeply she could taste the tang of her own essence on her tongue.
Molly shook her head softly. “I can’t. I need to work through lunch today so I can catch up on everything I’ve missed. I’m walking on thin ice with them.”
“Dolcezza,” he warned in a tone that spoke directly to the heat between her legs. “You’re walking on thin ice with me.”
He moved up her body to rest his elbows beside her stomach and stare in awe at her heaving chest. He circled one erect nipple with a finger and squeezed. Molly’s head lolled back and she bit back a moan, eyeing him as he traced back and forth over her sensitive skin.
He let go and palmed both of them with his calloused hands. “You’re never allowed to get a breast reduction.”
She giggled and pretended to glare. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
His obsidian eyes found hers and he edged closer, his ho
t breath fluttering the baby hairs around her forehead. “Sweetheart, a word of warning.” He grinded his hips against her and she inhaled at the hardness of his length. “Disobeying me will only make me harder.”
“Hmm,” she mused, running a hand along his solid abdomen and firm pecs. “Where’s the flaw in that?”
A wicked smile tugged at his lips as she fingered the band of his slacks. She wanted to feel him bare against her.
“Fuck, Molly.” That didn’t stop his thrusts. “I can’t. You’ll still be too sore, and I want to be rough with you.” He sat up and her eyes fell to the bulge beneath his boxer briefs. He slid a hand over it, never looking away from her. “This is what you’ve done to me, time and time again, sweetheart.”
Molly reached for him but he dodged, swiping his discarded suit from a nearby chair and tossing it over his arm. “Meet me for lunch.”
She raised a brow. “Is this you withholding from me? Trying to manipulate me into seeing you again today?”
His stomach flexed so beautifully as he put his shirt back on that Molly didn’t need any more manipulating to say yes.
“I need another taste of you—and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you taste me,” he teased.
She sat up, pressing the white sheet to her torso and kneeling at the edge of the bed. “We’ll see.”
His eyes narrowed, a muscle flickering in his cheek. “We’ll definitely see. And taste. And feel. And fuck.”
Her cheeks flushed and after a beat, she tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. “With me on top?”
He clenched his jaw so hard she swore she heard a bone break and shift. “Don’t tempt me. Like I said, you’re walking on thin ice.” He readjusted himself in front of her and grimaced. “Fuck. I need a cold shower.”
As soon as he exited her bedroom, she collapsed, smiling like a schoolgirl into her pillow. She couldn’t contain herself. How he felt, how they melted together. So gentle, then rough and powerful. Tensley was the perfect mixture of a man, one who knew his way around. At that thought, her smile slipped.
Don’t be insecure. Don’t think of his past.