Chapter 5 IMPULSES AND INSTINCTS (3)

WILLA’S POV

I moaned wantonly at the electrifying slide of his cock against my leaking hole, and my legs instinctively wrapped around him, trying to keep him and his cock near my cunt.

But as much as I wanted to be filled by his thick and sizable hardness, Han didn’t slip himself right in. He simply rutted against my cunt again and again, the side of his cock sliding easily due to the wetness that oozed out of me in steady rivulets.

His groans and moans mixed with my incoherent cries of his name, of breathless pleas, and loud exclamations of sheer pleasure. Added to the symphony of blissed out sounds was the slight creaking of the bed as Han rocked his against my wet cunt with fervor, the headboard mildly hitting the wall.

“Do it now, Han,” I encouraged in a soft whisper. “Claim me now and, ah, and breed me like you want to.”

He groaned and cussed beneath his breath. Then he pried my legs from his body as he instructed with a voice raspy with desire, “On your knees and arms then. I shall mount you to your heart’s content.”

Anticipation thrummed heavily in my blood as I did as I was told. With my ass offered up to him, I got on my knees and arms, my juices generously sliding down my thighs. It was a telltale sign that I was more than ready for him.

He gave my ass a firm squeeze before one of his hands gripped my hip as he murmured, “Relax, sweetheart. Trust me, yeah?”

“Just do it, Han.”

And then there it was.

The head of his cock finally breached my weeping hole, the sensation too good, too perfect, too mind-numbing.

“Good, sweetheart?” Han asked softly, his hands running up and down my sides in comfort as he slid inside me inch by inch.

“Perfect,” I managed to breathe out, feeling the pleasure and pain of being torn open by his hard cock.

Once he was buried to the hilt, what happened next became quite a blur, my heat and the heaven-like pleasure of it all overriding my mind. I was reduced into a moaning, crying mess as Han fucked me onto the mattress with abandon. The bed creaked dangerously loud with every hard thrust, the headboard slamming into the wall now, and the sound of flesh on flesh echoing obscenely around us.

At some point, he lifted my upper body up, firmly pressing my back against his chest, all the while his hips continued to ram into me with animalistic intensity. His hand cupped one of my breasts, toying with my hardened and perked up nipple, while one arm kept a firm and possessive hold around me. He also kept his mouth busy, whispering filthy promises next to my ear and often sucking and licking any spot of my skin he could reach.

But more often than not, his mouth dangerously hovered above the juncture of my neck and shoulder, teeth grazing my skin every now and then. He was clearly itching to bite and seal the deal between us.

“Willa, Willa, my Willa,” he chanted into my ear as he drove into me hard and fast, chasing his completion while also leading me into mine. “Let go for me, Willa. Give me your cum, then I shall reward you with mine.”

“H-Han,” I brokenly called out, my head falling back to rest against his shoulder as the tightening in my lower belly finally reached a breaking point.

I came undone, my juices squirting out of me in generous streams.

“Well done,” he praised, thrusting his cock deep inside me. “Fuck, you’re insanely beautiful, Willa. Can I? May I?”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking permission for. Claiming me with a bite? Or mating me fully with his knot?

Either way, I was sated and blissful, so overjoyed to be with my fated mate. There was no way I could ever say no to him in my state. So even when a small, cautious voice from the back of my mind warned me that Han was an enemy, I still said, “Go on, Han. I am yours.”

Han groaned loudly and cursed, the expletive harsh and gravelly. My words must’ve been the push he needed to reach his peak, because the movements of his hips grew erratic, and he burst inside of me, emptying his seeds into my womb and knotting me in place just as his werewolf fangs sank into my skin, biting well and deep to claim me as his mate.

The pain of the bite was nearly nonexistent when the elation of being claimed and bonded to my fated mate consumed all of me—body, mind, heart and soul.

The last thing I ever thought before blacking out was, ‘He may be an enemy, but he is my fated mate. I can fix him and his twisted and ruthless bigotry.’