Fierce Awakenings

by Kristy Centeno

  She reached out with both hands and took a hold of his head, guiding it down to her breast. He chuckled and pulled back from her grasp.

  “Patience, she-wolf.” He was actually grinning. “I want this to last,” he murmured.

  “Oh God!” she moaned both in frustration and arousal. “This is…” she couldn’t even finish that sentence.

  “As much as I love the way you look in this little number,” he gestured down her dress. “I think you would look much better without it right now.” With that, he grabbed one side of the beautiful, strapless, open back dress, and tore it open.

  Victoria gasped in surprised when the dress came apart easily, tearing down her side as if it was made of butter instead of silk. She watched as he jerked it out from underneath her and tossed the elegantly expensive cocktail dress halfway across the room. Self-consciousness hit once she realized that she was lying in bed wearing nothing but her high heels and the black lace panties. She was, after all, nearly naked, while he still wore all of his clothing. Her cheeks began to sting a little when she caught the way Tristan’s eyes devoured her female figure, lust clearly radiating from his gaze. And he wasn’t shy about letting her know just how much he was enjoying the view.

  He smiled briefly before turning his attention back to her breasts. This time, he did fill his mouth with the tiny pebble, rotating his tongue over it in slow, seductive circular motions that drove her mad with desire. Victoria gasped and arched her back when his mouth started devouring one delicate globe while his right hand kneaded the other. Nibbling her left nipple, he pulled on it slightly with his teeth while his other hand pinched her right one, pulling on it so that it mimicked the way his mouth was operating on the other. The sensations being evoked from his sensual ministrations were nearly overwhelming, but how she enjoyed it. It felt so good she never wanted him to stop touching her.

  Ecstasy, pure and simple, was guiding her beast upwards. It wanted to explode from within her and gain control over the situation but Victoria couldn’t let that happen. Tristan could lose more than his head and she needed him whole so that he could finish what he started. With a wild roar, she pushed the beast back down and ordered it to be still. She was in charge now and it was her turn to savor in some delicious human emotions.

  Tristan’s right hand stopped stimulating her globes and traveled down her abdomen, drawing imaginary circles as his fingers danced over her navel. Her senses were so sensitive and susceptible to his manipulation of her body that that humble gesture alone felt as if it was part of some erotic game instead of a simple caress.

  Moaning softly, she waited impatiently for his fingers to slide down further. She only hoped that he wouldn’t stop short of touching her there, much like he had before. Victoria didn’t think she could handle him stopping this time. When his fingers finally reached her pubic area, she bucked once and smiled in satisfaction when the move forced his fingers to graze her outer folds.

  Victoria murmured a silent prayer of thanks when his fingers slid in between cloth and skin and reached further down. It seemed as if she had been waiting ages for him to finally take advantage of the moment. To take advantage of her. After all, it wasn’t like she wasn’t a willing participant. And when his fingers slid from the top of her mound down to her virginal opening, Victoria threw her head back and quivered.

  A shocking bolt of electricity shot through her entire body when his fingers rubbed against her wet clitoris. The slow, gyrating rhythm of two very skilled fingers soon brought her to a whole new level of stimulus. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the friction caused by his fingers and when he finally inserted one digit inside her tight passage, she nearly came apart in his arms. It was the best sensation she had ever felt and by God she wanted more, much more. She was starving for affection. So much so that at the feel of his finger sliding in and out of her virginal canal, she bucked her hips and met his downward strokes with some upward jerks of her own.

  The entire motion of her hips, rocking in tune with his fingers, was an incredibly erotic experience and she soon realized she was close to falling apart. She didn’t have experience when it came to the actual sex act, but she had heard enough to know her body was slowly preparing to find the ultimate release. And yes, she could now say that in the hands of the right man, sex could be a wonderful thing. Even though they hadn’t gone all the way, the way he’d handled her so far did not require a complaint.

  “Tristan…” She moaned his name out loud, which earned her a hot and very passionate kiss. Tristan hovered over her, hungrily devouring her lips as she stretched her arms up and locked them around his neck. Caught up in the moment, Victoria squeezed her eyes shut and desperately clawed at his back as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her over and over again.

  The warmth building up from the very core of her being increased, quickly rising to an almost unbearable level. “Tristan!” Victoria couldn’t hold back the moan that followed her cry. It was utterly useless to fight off the sensations building up as Tristan continued to bend her to his will. The fire that had been rising deep within her was now fully ablaze, to the point where she could no longer tamp it down and keep it there. She understood then that her body had been trying to reach the point of no return, the ultimate release. And as his expert fingers picked up the pace, moving faster, determinedly rotating against her skin, she really did come apart in his arms.

  The climax that tore through her left her breathless, mindless, and completely flustered. One moment she was reaching for the stars and the next, she was quickly descending into a mind shattering abyss of which there was no end. She trembled and shook in his arms for what seemed a long time and much to her relief, he held her close, caressing her back as she slowly descended back to reality.

  Once her mind broke away from the lust induced haze, she opened her eyes and looked at him, frowning as she realized he was still fully dressed. “You’re wearing too much clothing,” she protested.

  A wickedly sexy grin broke the haze of lust shadowing his features. Removing his fingers from within her panties, he sat up, took off his jacket, and tossed it on the ground. His already unbuttoned shirt, socks, and shoes soon followed. Victoria watched, short of drooling all over herself like a puppy who’d just seen the biggest steak in her life, as he stood and removed his pants, surprised to see he wore no underwear. He not only had the face of a fallen angel, but a body to match his unnaturally handsome profile. Despite the white scars that marred most of his upper torso, arms, biceps and thighs, he was incredibly and utterly appetizing. It became very apparent to Victoria that Tristan had the body of a man that at some point in his life had been used for hard labor. As a human, he must have worked hard every day in order to achieve a body that was heavily muscled and well-toned.

  “Does this suit you better?” he asked.

  Her answer was a simple nod.

  The sight of his huge, engorged cock caused both fear and excitement to rush through her. Soon, that sexual instrument would be inside her, making love and marking her as his for all eternity and the thought fascinated her. In spite of its size, which intimidated her a little, she wanted to feel him inside her. She actually ached for it. Now that he’d gifted her with but a small amount of pleasure, she was determined to go all the way. The desire to reach out and touch his enlarged phallus engulfed her, but as she extended her arm so that her fingers could wrap around it, Tristan pulled back and shook his head.

  “Unless you want this to end quickly, you better keep your hands to yourself.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. “At least, for now.”

  The fact that she could actually hear Tristan’s self-control wavering in his voice pleased her greatly. Lust, passion, and desire, as she was fast learning, were deep and potent emotions and she was glad that both her body and her reaction to his ministrations were causing her soon-to-be mate to struggle due to wanting and the need to possess her completely.

  Instead of repositioning himself next to her like before,
Victoria watched how he scooted down her legs, still grinning as he extended both arms and reached out to touch her thighs. He made sure to caress her legs gently, without hurry, as if he wished to prolong their current interlude for as long as possible. Moments later, he grabbed the back of her knees and brought them together until they touched. She had no idea what he was up to until she saw his mouth open and his elongated fangs sparkle as his head neared her left hip. Victoria held her breath and watched as his handsome face inched closer to her flesh and for a split second, she thought he was going to sink his fangs into her. But his performance was just a ruse to stray her focus from what he really intended to do.

  After what seemed an eternity rather than a few seconds, his mouth reached her hip and he planted several kisses on her skin before his fangs caught on the fabric of her panties and slowly but surely, he pulled them down her hips, thighs, and then calves and feet. She jerked at the feel of his large incisors digging into the fabric but relaxed once he started to tug them down. The sight of Tristan using his incisors to remove her underwear was so damn sexy she couldn’t stop staring, and soon enough, she was pretty much soaking wet and ready for round two.

  He wasted no time tossing that single undergarment to the side.

  “I think this suits me just fine,” he mumbled, his smirk forcing her to gulp down hard. “You’re beautiful, Victoria.”

  As his gaze skimmed over the length of her body, Victoria shook a little. She was completely unclothed before him and had no barriers protecting or stopping him from fully entering her. The thought both excited her and intimidated her a bit. Anticipation increased as she waited for him to continue his sexual assault on her body, and when he parted her thighs and opened them until she was completed bare to him, Victoria sucked in her breath and held it in. He knelt before her, watching her as she watched him. Self-consciousness started to rear its ugly head again but she pushed it away and focused on what he was about to do because she had a pretty good idea what that would be.

  And then, it happened. In a combination of surprise and pleasure, she cried out as he flicked his tongue over her joy button, sending waves of hot, adrenaline pumping, and mind blowing lust rushing through her insides with the speed of a locomotive. She wanted to climax again right then, the desire to do so was so strong she nearly choked on it. In an act not of her conscious self, she arched her back, closed her eyes, and dug her heels into the soft mattress, giving herself up to him completely.

  His pink tongue acted as if it had a mind of its own, lapping and swaying back and forth with astonishing agility and remarkable precision. Every lick hit exactly the right way, forcing her body to instantly be overcome with desire. It was almost too much for her, the pleasure was just too intoxicating. Victoria groaned even harder when he inserted first one finger and then another. She was completely unaware of exactly what time she reached down with both hands and grabbed the sides of his head to hold it steady.

  Oh! God! This feels so good, her mind screamed.

  With his lips sucking on her pressure point and his fingers digging into her tight canal, pushing in as if he wished to discover some hidden part of her, she could no longer fight the mounting pleasure. The incredibly stimulating sensations continued to build up like the pressure of a volcano, threatening to explode at any moment. Tristan kept pushing in and withdrawing, using his fingers as the ultimate sex tool. Pretty soon his tempo changed, his fingers moving faster as he sucked harder, every single move he made allowing Victoria to climb higher up the mountain of pleasure. She writhed beneath him, jerking her hips up and down as he kept pace with her beating heart. Unable to hold it back anymore and unwilling to do so, she exploded, crying out in a loud roar that echoed against the walls. Her body shook violently as the most powerful orgasm she had experienced so far gripped her and refused to let go. Her mind went completely blank and she could have sworn she saw stars in her line of vision.

  It seemed as if it took her hours to come back down from Mount Wonderful and quite frankly, she absolutely loved it there. So much so she wanted to stay up in that sexual high forever. After her breathing came back to normal and she could move without fearing she would melt into a puddle, Victoria let go of Tristan’s head and shoved him away from her over stimulated clitoris. She opened her eyes just in time to see him positioning himself between her legs again, this time with one hand guiding his enormous erection directly to her opening. Immediately, she tensed, afraid yet excited.

  “Look at me, Victoria,” Tristan’s lust filled voice commanded.

  She glanced up at him, looking at his face instead. “I am.”

  “No. Look into my eyes.”

  She did as she was told, holding his gaze as he looked at her. His eyes were so filled with love, passion, and desire that it made it impossible not to be inflamed by them. Heat radiated from him, warming her down to her very soul. The desire to be fully possessed won over the fear and the apprehension. She swallowed hard and waited for him to penetrate her and in one quick jerk, he entered her. The second he broke through that thin membrane that attested to her virginity, she cried out and held onto his forearms. Her eyes widened at the sudden invasion. He was big and she felt every single inch of his member snuggled inside of her, stretching her channel to its limits. God, it felt as if he was going to rip her open!

  He remained poised atop of her, not moving so much as an inch but judging by the way he clenched his jaw and tensed, she knew he was fighting to keep still. He was patiently waiting for her to accommodate him and she loved him more for that. He cared enough to wait. He cared enough to take it easy on her.

  One of the benefits of being a werewolf however, was the quick recovery after injury, and just seconds after he entered her, she was ready to go, so she brought her legs up, wrapped them around his waist, and pushed on his lower back with her heels, encouraging him to continue. That’s all the encouragement he needed. He withdrew until only the tip of his length was inside and then slammed into her hard, repeating the action several times more. Victoria arched her back, meeting every thrust with one of her own, losing herself in the immense buildup quickly rising once more.

  They were a mess of entangled limbs and joined bodies, loving each other as if the world was about to end and they only had moments to lose themselves in one another. He nuzzled the hollow of her neck, nipping slightly as he caught sight of her pulsing artery. Victoria realized when two hungers meshed into one and she moved her head sideways, silently inviting him to bite her. He recognized the invitation and leaned in, biting as his thrusts became more urgent and demanding. She danced with him, hips pumping up, receiving every inch of male beauty he gifted her with.

  The combination of sex and having blood drained out of her became the perfect cocktail of pleasure, and sensing her proximity to yet another orgasm, Victoria grabbed a hold of Tristan’s long hair with one hand and locked him in place as she ground her hips against his, allowing her most sensitive spot to rub up against him. She heard him moan, his own hips moving in desperation, pushing his member deeper than she ever thought possible. Pleasure and pain were mixed into one, rushing them both into the powerful release of passion.

  “Now, Tristan…!” she cried out as her body was overcome with the shocking waves of her climax. She shook to the core, gasping in the heat of the moment, watching through lust-filled eyes as he came up onto his knees, grabbed a hold of her hips, and held her still while his hips pumped his member in and out of her body with wicked speed. She wasn’t quite done climaxing yet when she felt another one take over her body, sending a flood of hot lava up her body, spreading it deliciously throughout her form and filling her with satisfaction.

  Tristan pumped in once, twice, three times before every muscle in his body tensed and he cried out in ecstasy. She watched as he threw his head back and closed his eyes, his normally pale skin superficially reddening as he spilled all of his undead seed inside of her. After a whole minute of ejaculation, he let go of her hips and opened his eyes. Sh
e smiled as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her passionately while he tried to control his ragged breathing.

  After a moment, he drew away. “I feel it…”

  “Feel what?” she asked, her gaze assessing him.

  “I didn’t think it was possible but it’s…actually happening.” He grabbed a hold of her hand and kissed every finger.

  “What is?”

  “The bonding,” he said. “I can feel something inside of me grow more intense, like magic.” He smiled.

  She understood what he meant. Affection and the sexual appetite between them were growing, strengthening by the second, solidifying their bond. The knot that would tie them together for all eternity was squeezing itself together. They were as one, they were mated, bonded, and no one could break that bond now. Victoria had felt it right away, but because he was a vampire, she didn’t think he could, but apparently, she was wrong.

  “It’s so strong,” he acknowledged.

  “Yes, it is.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, Tristan.”

  “And I love you.” He smiled, shifting positions so that he lay on his side. He looped an arm around her waist and drew her close. Exhausted and sated for the moment, she hugged her mate, cuddling her body to his. They lay with their legs intertwined as they faced each other, staring into each other’s eyes like only two beings in love could.

  Victoria smiled, happily displaying her straight white teeth. She couldn’t be happier with the choice she had made, knowing it had been the right one. Tristan was her true love, her true mate, and she was satisfied with their joining.

  With Tristan caressing her cheek, she soon drifted off to sleep, comforted by the feel of her mate’s body tightly pressed against hers.