Dark Hunger

Caleb hissed when Elize pushed her hips in his length and he rubbed it right back on her. "Why fight me when you can barely contain yourself around me?" he said as his lips curled up against her skin. 

"I am not out of control around you," she replied in a hoarse voice that wasn't hers. 

He softly licked his mark upon her and every part of her body rebelled against her mind. She pushed her hips against him wantonly, even though thrown into a tizzy. "Really?" he replied. "Your body defies your mind then." He bent lower and grazed her skin with his fangs on the mark. She let out a small squeal. There was not even a distance of a hair's breadth between them. Her blood pounded in her ears making her dizzy with the effect. There was so much heat between them that the icy coolness of the snow beneath her was a welcome. Caleb scraped her skin with his fangs and she squealed, wanting that more. She just wanted more of everything. "I know that you like me a lot." He kissed her there.

Her lips quivered as she suppressed a gasp. Struggling with her emotions, she blurted, "I don't like you at all!" 

Caleb laughed against her skin. "I love the way you lie, Lizzy."

She loved his endearment. No, her body loved that word and her mind got into a whirlwind of conflict. "Why should I lie? You are mad." She said, but she exposed her neck for him. 

Caleb immediately dipped his mouth over his mark and sucked the skin between his lips, and her vein pounded wildly as more blood gushed into it. She pushed against him not knowing whether she pushed against his body, his erection or out of rebellion. He pressed her more into the snow. "I am mad only for you, Lizzy," he said in a voice so sexy that she gulped. If this wolf didn't get off her, she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself. "And the more you rebel, the more I get turned on. So would you consider coming back with me quietly?" His beast was scrambling on the inside to come out, to drive his cock inside her, to be calm, to just never let her go. And he willed his beast to go down. He placed his hand under her face and turned her face towards him. And then he lowered his head on her cheeks. He skimmed his lips over them and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

Elize would have given in to him had he not slipped to the side. Her body hated the absence of his, but she got up, turned towards him and swung her hand to punch his shoulder. But the wolf was uncannily fast. He held her hand and pulled her over him. "Now I am fucking turned on Elize," he said as he wrapped his arms on her and locked her with his legs. "You can keep your efforts up to hit me, because that would only make me come closer to you." He curled his hand around her neck and pressed it. And then he crashed his lips on hers. Elize wasn't able to hold up against him any longer. She opened her mouth for him and he delved his tongue inside immediately, moaning in response. The next she knew was that her hands went above his head and she threaded her fingers in his hair. She rubbed her body over his length eliciting more groans from him. 

"You will be the death of me, Lizzy," he said. He placed his hands on her hips and squeezed them. Then he moved her against his cock to make her feel the effect she had on him. 

The kiss, the movement of their bodies against each other and the heat coiled like a viper in her body was too much to handle. She wanted something to do with it. She wanted him to do something to her. Oh, she needed that. She needed him. Or was it her body that needed him? He slipped his hand inside her pants and his fingers brushed in between the circles of her hips, trailing a line all the way down to her core. She whimpered in his mouth, not realizing for once that she had bit him drawing out his blood. His blood. Oh god. She sucked in a little and suddenly jerked her head back when he took his finger to her core and pressed it over there. Greedily, she pushed herself against his finger and he inserted it into her. "Fuck," he rasped. And Elize—she groaned. She pushed further to take his finger more inside her. "You are so wet for me, Liz," he said in a voice so hoarse that she started riding his finger. "Yes baby, ride my finger, as you want to ride me." 

She started moving her body around his finger and at the same time wanted to kiss him. Caleb moved his finger out and she cried, hating it, but he returned with two fingers and her body jerked with the sensation. He moved his fingers inside her fast. In and out, in and out. Each stroke being more erotic than the last. 

"I— I—" she rasped. 

"Come for me Lizzy," he completed her sentence and the viper which had coiled around in her belly unfurled with serpentine speed making her come like she had not in a long time. Little did she realize that the red tendril of magic flowed out of her fingers. They warmed her up, they warmed the area around them. And little did she know that his magic flowed as blue mist around her red tendrils like ice wrapped around flames.

Elize cried his name as silvery stars came in her vision. Her orgasm hit her like a thousand shards wrapped in silk. When she settled, he pulled his fingers out of her and said, "Watch me." She somehow opened her eyes, and watched him with heavy lids. The man took his fingers and sucked them in his mouth. Elize turned crimson. She felt debauched. But she stared at him as he held her gaze for eternity. 

A branch snapped nearby.