Chapter 32—Do Not Push Me
Drake
in an instant. Over my dead body, is she leaving. One, her life is in danger from her ex and whatever other paramilitary organization is trying to eliminate her kind. And two, we’ve lost the protection of the council.
The beast rises. “I’m hanging on by a thread here, Gemma. Do not push me.”
“Your people want me gone. They will vote on it, for Pete’s sake.” She throws her hands up and hurries away to grab hold of the empty board. “I’m putting you in danger by being here.”
Before she can escape to the kitchen, I seize her wrist and spin her to face me.
“Please listen carefully, for I will not say this again. You are my mate. The full moon is tomorrow night. Which means, for your own safety, you must remain locked in the basement. That is our only focus right now. Fuck them and their asinine vote, and fuck Alfred. If he dares step foot within a mile of here, the beast will rip him apart.”
“If you need to be away from me during the full moon, it’s even more crucial for me to leave,” she argues.
“You’re not getting it.” I snatch the wooden serving board from her hand and toss it on the chair. “No matter how far you run, we will hunt you down and claim you. And right now, I’m uncertain you’d survive it.”
“Why? What happens if the beast catches me? By the way, it’s incredibly strange to talk about a part of you as if it’s a separate entity in our... whatever this is between us.”
“He’s me, just a more… primitive version.” I embrace her, yearning for her body to be close to mine. As the meeting descended into chaos, the fear of losing Gemma forever made my heart race.
I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep her by my side, whatever it takes.
“Tell me again what happens during a mating with the beast?” she asks again. And even though her body remains stiff in my arms, I scent her arousal. My dick hardens, remembering how brutally I took her in the basement. It took all my immortal strength, both physically and mentally, to keep the beast in check.
I lean down and kiss her neck below her ear, my need for her rising once again. “If you ran,” I nip at her jawline, and a shudder runs through her. “He’d chase you down. We relish the chasing part.”
I press my lips to her neck, grinding my erection against her stomach to show her how aroused I am. The delicate aroma of her femininity envelops me.
“The beast finds satisfaction in hunting and subduing its prey, especially a mate,” I continue, trailing kisses and nibbles lower, yearning to sink my teeth into her tender flesh. The beast stirs in agreement, eager to claim its rightful mate.
“You... want to chase me?” she asks breathlessly, fingernails digging into my shoulders. My little mate loves verbal foreplay. It heightens the sensations in her body, making it weep in readiness for me.
“Oh yes, Gemma. We would delight in hunting you.” I cup her breast through her clothes and grip her ass. “Track your scent, your heartbeat. We find the aroma of your fear irresistible, fueling our passion. All we could think about was having you on your hands and knees, feeling the warmth of your body as we tasted your delicious pussy.”
She whimpers, unconsciously grinding against my hardness. “You wouldn’t just plow into me like you did in the basement?”
I gently slide my hand beneath her shirt, relishing how her body quivers beneath my touch. “We need to taste our mate’s sweet orgasm first. Your flavor becomes part of him. And once the beast has licked your sweet pussy to climax, he will mount you, shove his massive cock into your sopping wet cunt, grab you by the hair, and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”
“Oh, my,” she gasps, clearly aroused by the vivid images I describe.
“And just when we’re on the edge of ecstasy, he’ll mark you, sinking his teeth into your neck... right here.” I press my teeth onto the spot I grazed before. Gemma gasps, her leg wrapping around my hip in response. The change in angle aligns her hot center perfectly with my throbbing arousal, and it sends fireworks through me. But she needs to understand the consequences. “It won’t be pleasant, Gemma. In fact, it could be dangerous, even deadly.”
“I don’t believe that for a second?” She leans back, craning her neck to look up at me. Her soft gasp indicates that she sees the beast within me. As well as the soft, pale green light illuminating her face.
“We know nothing about the durability of an enhanced female or whether you will survive a mating bite.”
She attempts to break free from my grasp, but I refuse to release her. “I won’t allow us to mate and risk harming you. Not until I’m certain. That’s why you have to stay confined in the basement tomorrow night.” I firmly grip her hair, tilting her head further to emphasize the gravity of the situation. “Promise me, Gemma.” A low, threatening growl rumbles from deep within me. We need her complete surrender.
Gemma’s gaze lingers on me with wide eyes as I transform, my features shifting to reveal my hidden self.
“I swear to God, woman, I will tie...”
“I promise,” she whispers, interrupting my impassioned speech. Her touch feels like magic, and all my fear and anger vanishes as she cradles my face. “But I want to see him... you. Will I be able to watch through the monitors?”
“I know I said you could earlier, but I think it’s safer if I leave. I can’t be anywhere near you when I shift, or the beast will tear apart my home to get to you. My house has suffered enough damage.”
“Please, Drake,” she begs prettily, and I’m powerless to refuse her. “I need to see him. He will protect me from harm.”
Drawing her closer, I inhale deeply, my nose tracing the curve of her neck. The scent of my mate consumes me. “Let me think about it. Right now, all I want is to be inside you, princess.”
She grinds her hips against mine. “Yes. Drake, please. I need you. Forgetting everything except us is all that matters right now. Please help me forget,” she pleads.
“Does your cunt weep for me, baby?” I whisper in her ear, slipping a hand between us to unbutton her pants.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
As my fingers slip inside her panties, an appreciative groan escapes me. “Is all this wetness just for me?”
“Only you.”
“Good fucking girl,” I growl. “You belong to me, Gemma. This beautiful pussy belongs to me, and I plan on showing it the attention it deserves.” I groan, kissing her neck while my fingers swirl faster over her swollen button.
She arches her back, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Oh God, Drake. I’m… I’m gonna come.”
I pause, and she growls like a little she-wolf. “Not yet,” I smirk. “I want to drink down your sweetness as you come.” I pick her up over my shoulder again and head to the basement. If Alfred makes another grab at Gemma, I sure as shit don’t want to be caught with my pants down upstairs. Literally.
Securing the sturdy metal door, I guide Gemma to the flat, padded bench in the center of my sanctuary. My nerves are already frayed, the primal beast inside me clawing for freedom as the moon climbs toward its peak. With each surge of desire for my beloved mate, my control slips away.
Restless on my shoulder, she tugs at my shirt, yearning for skin-on-skin contact. As soon as I place her delicately on the floor, I waste no time tearing her shirt over her head and dipping to take a nipple in my mouth, silk bra and all.
“Drake,” she cries out, dropping her head back in pleasure, her fingernails scraping along my scalp to keep me against her.
Nothing in my existence could have prepared me for the overwhelming possessiveness I feel for this human. It consumed me from the very moment we met.
My primal need to bring her pleasure is almost psychotic in its intensity. My world is her. No matter what the fucking council decides. If I have to hide us away in a cave somewhere to keep her, I will, without hesitation.
Unhooking her pretty pink bra, I toss the flimsy garment aside and engulf her other sensitive peak.
When I lean back, I imprint her image deeply in my mind. The flush in her cheeks, her breasts heavy with desire. Her nipples, rosy and taut, glistening from my attentions.
“You are fucking beautiful,” I whisper, hefting her breasts in both hands. “Promise me again you will stay locked in here tomorrow night, Gemma. I couldn’t bear the thought of harming you.”
Those brilliant blue eyes study me momentarily, and I hold my breath even though she’s already promised once. When she finally nods her agreement, a weight lifts from my chest.
“Good girl. Now, strip for me so you can straddle my face.”
“W-What?” she stutters, her eyes wide. “Like before?”
I tilt my head, intrigued by her surprise. “I want you facing toward me when you plant your delicious cunt right on my lips so I can devour every drop while watching you. But you need to tie me up first.”
“Tie you up?”
I smile at her scandalized expression and drop to one knee to remove her shoes. “Will this be a first for you, princess? Restraining your lover?”
I never paid much attention to feet before, considering them merely functional. But Gemma’s feet, with their pink toenails, are utterly adorable. I yearn to caress every precious toe or witness them tantalizingly stroke my cock.
“Um, yes,” she stumbles, her voice uncertain. Alfred wasn’t….”
“Stop,” I scowl at her. “He has no place here with us. Never utter his name when we are intimate. Understood?”
She blinks at my sudden aggression but nods. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry. It’s just… well, I’ve only been with one person my whole life.”
“Are you scared, baby?”
She looks away, her voice barely a whisper. “No. More like intimidated.”
“Look at me,” I command, and she meets my gaze. Her expression says it all. “Venturing outside your comfort zone can be intimidating, but also exhilarating. Do you trust me, Gemma?”
“Yes,” she replies, her nod filled with unwavering trust, warming my chest.
“Then relax. If we continue down this path, this close to my lunar shift, you must restrain me. It’s only by some miracle of God that I didn’t claim you earlier. Are you okay with what needs to happen? If not, tell me now.”
She swallows as conflicting emotions chase across her face. If she objects, tonight ends instantly. After agonizing moments, she offers a shaky nod. “Yes. I want you so much. If tying you up is the only way, I’m on board.”
“Good girl,” I praise, sliding her pants and lace thong down her hips and thighs. When she steps out of them, I toss them to the side.
With her glistening lips before me, I can’t resist the temptation. I lean in, tasting her, kissing her mound before teasing her clit with my tongue.
Damn. I’ll never get enough of her essence. My cock strains against my pants, desperate to be free. Even though it’s risky to make love to her this close to the full moon, nothing short of an atomic explosion will deter me now.
“Drake… Mmm…” Gemma clutches my hair, encouraging me deeper. Instead, I retreat.
She pouts but remains silent as I rise, clutch her hand, and lead her to the bench. Before proceeding, I run my knuckles down her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I craved to ruin every inch of this silky skin.” I step back and remove my shirt, loving how her eyes devour my flesh. “To bruise it with my hands. Mark it with my teeth. Cover you with my scent so that every man who came near you understood you belonged to me. I was jealous of that fucking demon. He was a part of you, and I wanted to rip him from your soul and take his place.”
Unbuttoning my jeans, I let them fall to the floor, then climb onto the bench, lying on my back in the center. Curious blue eyes, shimmering with desire and emotion, follow my every move. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“But first, I want to drown in your essence. Savor every moan that escapes your lips as you climax again and again on my tongue.” I extend my hand, a surge of warmth spreading through me as she immediately places her delicate palm in mine. “See those silver restraints hanging from each corner?” She leans to the side, acknowledging them with a nod. “Attach them to my wrists and ankles, princess.”
“But won’t silver hurt you?”
“That’s the point, baby. It will weaken the beast enough I can fuck you without fear he will surface.”
She heaves a deep breath, her gaze sliding toward my erection. It jerks at the attention, and she licks her lips.
“Hurry, Gemma. Before I change my mind and lock you down here by yourself.”
Her agreement is evident as she takes a steadying breath, guiding my hand toward a leather restraint embedded with gleaming silver studs. A sharp hiss escapes my lips as the cool metal touches my skin.
“Oh God. It’s burning you,” Gemma gasps, her eyes widening in alarm.
Fear and uncertainty grip me, tearing me into two conflicting desires. On the one hand, I know I must proceed cautiously to keep my inner beast restrained, but on the other hand, I yearn to take her fiercely and relentlessly—to satisfy the primal urges that are mine and mine alone. I must claim what rightfully belongs to me, the gift bestowed upon me by the gods.
But it’s not safe yet. Not until I can ensure her well-being.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a momentary discomfort,” I lie, masking the pain I feel. “Finish securing me,” I command impatiently, an ache for her intensifying within me.
She quickly buckles the remaining cuffs, and my dick jumps at the pain, relishing what is yet to come. “Good girl. Now climb up here and straddle my face, princess. Give me what I can’t live another second without.”
She bites her lip, her nerves betraying her, but she follows my instructions, swinging her leg over me to position herself above my prone form. The sight of her naked beauty above me clenches my fists with need. Her splendor and boldness slay me.
“Rest your knees on either side of my head, baby, and sit.”
“Are you sure?” she hesitates, glancing anxiously at my restraints again.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, princess,” I assure her. “Now trust me and obey..”
“Yes, Drake.” Her tongue swipes at her lips nervously, but she slowly lowers her glistening sex over my face.
My frustration grows as her delicate petals remain tantalizingly close yet out of reach. “Sit,” I growl, urgency dripping from my voice.
With a huff, she complies, allowing her full weight to settle upon me. I release a guttural moan of ecstasy as her tender folds envelop my mouth, reveling in the taste of her desire and need. She sinks deeper, a needy moan escaping her, as my tongue traces circles around her swollen clit before plunging inside.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, her fingers gripping my hair, her nails grazing my scalp.
Her hips rock, driven by an overpowering craving that drowns out any lingering reservations. She grinds her succulent pussy along my mouth. My dick jumps, eager to be inside her.
Not yet, I admonish.
Primitive sounds escape me—a mix of human-like grunts and feral growls from the beast. The hunger to watch my female come apart above me, taste every drop as she shatters on my face, makes my fucking head spin.
Gemma has no idea the power of my lust for her. Who she will be to me and me to her. Dominant. Protector. Shield. Caregiver. Will she understand the depths of my need to care for her in all ways?
I force thoughts of tomorrow or the future away and focus on the here and now. Her pussy on my face and her fucking blissful sounds as she writhes, taking her pleasure from me.
It’s a breathtakingly erotic scene to observe her absorbed in pleasure. I grip my hands tightly, yearning to caress her body, fondle and squeeze those magnificent breasts to intensify her arousal even further. Instead, my flesh crackles as I thrash about in the restraints, appeasing the creature that is roaring to dominate.
I unleash a guttural growl against her delicate skin, taking pleasure in the heaviness of her, the luscious flavor of her sex, and the tender whimpers that grow louder as she becomes more and more wild.
“Oh, God. Drake,” she moans, her grip on my hair tightening. I hum my pleasure, watching as she arches her neck, using my face as her personal vibrator to bring herself off. “I’m so close.”
I lick and suck on her swollen clit, humming again, allowing the deep resonance of the beast to vibrate through her body. Damn. She tastes divine, yet it pains me that my inner beast can’t fully indulge in her. Can’t claim her.
Though a tinge of disappointment lingers, I push it aside and focus on bringing my girl to the edge. Her body quivers with need, each movement erratic as her climax intensifies. Fuck, I want to sink my fingers into her and feel those silken walls clench around them.
Instead, I lap at her cunt, swallowing down every drop as my dick jumps. Drops of pre-cum hit my belly as need tumbles down through my cock, my thighs, all the way to my toes.
She reaches peak after peak, her cries growing louder, and I can barely contain the intoxication of watching her succumb to pleasure. A pleasure I’m providing her.
Her body convulses one final time, her thighs gripping my head, lost in utter ecstasy.
As her moans subside, she plants her hands on the bench by my head, easing away from my eager mouth, still licking and sucking, unwilling to give up its prize. Her slight weight settles on my chest.
Slowly, her lids lift. Her unfocused gaze settles on mine. “Drake.” She breathes my name like a reverent prayer, and my chest warms with pride. “Your mouth should be illegal.”
I grin, lifting my head to swipe at her clit again. She jerks, moaning my name. “Oh, princess,” I murmur. “The night is just beginning.”