Kael’s POV
The scent hit like a physical force. It slamd into my senses, drowning out the coppery tang of Finn’s blood still in my mouth, the stink of his fear.
Aria. Her heat.
Fenrir surged forward, a tidal wave of possessiveness and raw, primal hunger.
I fought him, hard. My human mind scread caution. She was hurt. Bruised. Terrified. Fresh from Finn’s attack. This wasn’t the ti. It couldn’t be. I took a step back, my massive wolf body trembling with the effort of control.
The shift ripped through , bones cracking, fur receding, leaving naked and breathing hard on my knees in the wreckage of the room.
Aria whimpered again. The sound was a knife twisting in my gut. She was curled on her side, shivering violently despite the heat radiating off her in waves. Her dress was shredded, barely clinging to her, revealing the darkening bruises on her ribs, the split lip, the tear tracks cutting through the gri on her cheeks.
Her eyes, wide and dilated, found mine. Fear flickered there, sharp and bright, but beneath it... beneath it was sothing else.
"Kael?" Her voice was a broken rasp, thick with tears and sothing else – the heat thickening her words, making them husky.
"I’m here," My own voice was rough, gravelly from the roar and the shift. I stayed where I was, forcing myself not to move closer, even as every instinct scread to cover her. "You’re safe."
She tried to push herself up, a gasp escaping her as her bruised ribs protested. "H-he... he gave sothing. I felt... wrong. And then... hot. So hot."
Her breath hitched, her gaze dropping, then flicking back to , filled with a confusion that was rapidly being consud by that raw need. "Kael... I... I need..."
*She needs us,* Fenrir growled, the sound vibrating through my bones. *Can’t you sll it? Can’t you feel it? She’s begging.*
She was. Her scent was an open invitation, a siren song pulling at the very core of my being. The sweet, cloying aroma of her heat mixed with the lingering chemical taint of whatever Finn had drugged her with, creating a potent, intoxicating cocktail.
I moved. I knelt beside her, the rough floorboards biting into my knees, but I barely registered it. All I saw was her. The rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the tattered fabric. The flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, disappearing beneath the ruined dress.
Her skin was scorching hot. She leaned into my touch with a whimper, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open, filled with a frantic urgency.
Her hand shot out, small and surprisingly strong, grabbing my wrist. Not to push away, but to pull my hand down. Down from her cheek, over the rapid pulse in her throat, past the swell of her breast barely covered by ripped lace, and lower still. She pressed my palm hard against the junction of her thighs, right over her clothed pussy.
That was it. The final thread snapped.
A savage growl ripped from my throat. I surged forward, covering her body with mine, careful even in my frenzy to avoid her bruised ribs. My mouth crashed down onto hers.
She tasted like salt and fear and the unique, addictive sweetness that was purely Aria, mixed with the heady nectar of her heat. It was intoxicating. I drank her in, my hand still pressed firmly between her legs, feeling her grind against my palm, her moans vibrating into my mouth.
I tore my lips from hers, trailing desperate, biting kisses down her jaw, her throat, feeling her pulse hamr against my tongue. My free hand ripped at the remnants of her dress, the flimsy material offering no resistance.
It shredded, baring her to the waist. Her breasts were full, tipped with hard, dusky nipples. I took one into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the peak. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding there, her back arching sharply.
"Kael! Oh god, yes! More!"
Her need was a living thing, feeding mine. My hand left the heat between her legs only to shove her remaining clothing down her thighs. She kicked them off frantically. Now she was naked beneath , bathed in the faint moonlight filtering through the broken window. Bruises marred her skin, a stark reminder of Finn’s violation, but the flush of her heat, the glistening wetness already coating her inner thighs, the swollen folds of her pussy, demanded attention.
I reared back onto my knees, looking down at her. My cock stood rigid and thick, the head flushed dark, leaking. I gripped the base, the touch almost painful.
Her hand reached out, trembling fingers wrapping around my shaft. The touch was electric. Her skin felt like molten silk against my straining flesh. She gave a tentative stroke, her thumb saring the pre-cum over the sensitive head.
A groan tore from . I nudged her legs apart, settling between them. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance. She was soaked, her pussy glistening, swollen folds parting easily, but still incredibly tight. Her heat clenched around the tip before I’d even pushed in. Her breath hitched, her eyes flying wide open, locking onto mine.
I drove forward, burying myself in one long, powerful thrust, sheathing my cock to the hilt in her scorching, slick heat.
Aria scread. Her inner walls clenched around like a velvet vice, impossibly tight, impossibly hot, rippling in waves. "YES! Oh god, KAEL!" Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist, locking deep inside her.
I held still for a fraction of a second, buried deep, letting her adjust, letting us both feel the incredible fullness. Her pussy pulsed around , milking my cock.
I pulled back, almost to the tip, feeling her inner muscles cling desperately, trying to keep inside, then slamd back in, hard and deep.
"Ah! FUCK!" Aria cried out, her back arching off the floor. "Like that! Harder! Please!"
Her hands road my back, my ass, pulling deeper, urging on. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around my shaft, signaling her impending climax.
I could feel my own release coiling tight in my balls, an unstoppable pressure building. Her heat, her scent, the incredible feel of her pussy squeezing ... it was too much.
"Gonna co?" I growled against her skin, my thrusts becoming even more frantic, pounding into her.
"Yes! Yes! Kael! I’m... I’m coming!" she shrieked, her body going rigid beneath . Her pussy convulsed violently around my shaft, a series of intense, rhythmic clenches that felt like liquid fire. Her inner walls spasd, gripping impossibly tight, pulling deeper.
The sensation ripped my control away. My hips pistoned forward one last ti, burying my cock to the root as my orgasm exploded. Hot jets of cum pulsed deep inside her, filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over , my vision whiting out, my body shuddering violently as I emptied myself into her welcoming heat.
I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the floor, my cock still buried deep within her pulsing pussy, still twitching as the last spurts of cum left . Her arms ca around , holding close, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. The scent of our joining – her heat, my cum, our sweat – filled the air, thick and potent.
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