8 | Unwilling… to Wait.

*** Third Person POV

After seeing the majesty in her eyes, he wanted to confirm what she was, but there would be time for that later. It didn’t matter now, not tonight.

Instead, Eaton presses Liliana against the wall, jacking her up high to straddle him in mid-air, slamming his mouth over hers.

He let go of her mouth, moving his lips across her cheek and biting down on her ear, making his teeth slide against it as he pulled away. “Eamon,” She yelped his name but there was a husk to the cry that sounded like a plea for more. He pressed his cock hard against her pussy, wishing he could bury himself in her right then, but the denim held him back.

He’d planned for tonight and laid the groundwork in his mind. He was ready to build trust over weeks, maybe months. But now, he knew they’d have forever.

He didn’t want to wait to claim her. He wrestled with the urge to ask permission, but why bother? She was his mate. The Moon Goddess had decreed it. Rogue or not, the Moon Goddess had the final say over mates. And after all, she was here to be his follower and him her guide. He would guide her on this.

“Eamon,” she whimpered again, catching her breath. He released her arms, his hands moving to her ass, providing support while spreading her cheeks rough enough for her to feel it deep inside. A tease of what was to come. He’d fill her heart, her soul, and everything in between. He could feel her weight shift to settle into the position more fully, pressing into it, spreading her ass cheeks farther apart. So confident; he loved it.

Lil adjusted her arms around his neck to maintain the position, resting her head against the side of his.

“Trust me,” he whispered, his voice rough, a warning to never tell him no. A compliant "Mhmm," was all she could manage to get out, her breathing catching every time he slammed his still-sheathed cock against her womanhood. A marvelous dry hump, if ever there was one.

His hand slid up to her breast, her nipple trapped between the knuckles of his middle and ring fingers, while the other hand moved from her ass to her clit. He pinched her swollen clit, pulling it down hard, holding it there, a makeshift clamp. Her nipple received the same harsh treatment. All the while, he slammed his hardness against her, unyielding.

She was pinned, but she wasn't passive. She pushed out and into his thrusts and pushed her shoulder s back harder into the wall, increasing the tension on her clamped nipple.

She seemed hardly able to breathe, but she didn’t fight it. Instead, she held on for dear life, her senses filled with the sound, the smell, the feel of their mutal arousal. Her eyes burned, but she kept them locked on his, hungry, needing more. Even if he couldn’t read her thoughts, he’d see it in her eyes—she wanted more. She wanted him. 

His wolf, Fenri, surged forward to claim what was his. Moments like this made Eamon grateful his wolf was dominant, it was not unheard of for a vampire's hunger to accidentally kill a mate before claiming.

Eamon didn't bother trying to stop his wolf. His mouth found the nape of her neck, and he bit down, deep, just as he released the pressure on her clit and nipple. The taste of her blood was intoxicating, but that delight in this moment was second to the heat of the orgasm that tore through her. He felt her light up, her body spasming, muscles clenching with the pleasure and adrenaline coursing through her. His arms reacted quickly, encircling her ass again to give her support, knowing her limbs were going to be useless with a climax like this.

He had the rare urge to bite her again, the vampire instincts flaring as drops of blood slid down her neck, staining her skin. It was a beautiful site.

He wasn’t anywhere near done with Liliana, but he gave her a moment to enjoy the aftershocks rolling through her body. He licked at the blood on her neck, his saliva helping to heal the wound. His hand still gripped her throat, but he loosened it, letting her draw in a deep breath. It was a small respite, but it wouldn’t last. “Hold on,” he told her. With inhuman speed, he moved her across the suite to the balcony.

She was coming around, just enough to notice the speed. He sensed her shock, but she was still catching her breath, her eyes wide with a touch of startle.

He didn’t wait for her to be ready. He pushed her down onto the balcony patio, the cold gray stones frigid against their heated bodies.

In one swift motion, he spun her around onto all fours, straddling her from behind. He ripped her skirt down the back, letting it fly off the balcony into the night. He was gentler with her panties, tearing them off without her feeling it. The cold night air against her dripping pussy was the first sign she had that they were gone. 

His cock was free from his jeans before she even registered it, slamming hard into her warm, slick folds. One hand wrapped into her hair, pulling it back to arch her neck. His other arm pressed down on her lower back, forcing her into a deep arch. He didn’t give her time to adjust, pounding into her hard and fast. A dozen thrusts before he let go of her hair, pulling her to sit on his cock, one hand around her throat, the other tearing her tank top down the middle, and jerking her bra, still clasped upward, exposing her breasts to the Moon Goddess above.

Eamon sat back on his knees, still behind her, still deep inside her. She was on her knees, too, spread wide, with him in the center, enough that he could see all of her reflected in the glass barrier separating them from the 200-foot drop and the city skyline below.

His hand stayed on her throat. “Grab the back of my head,” he whispered in her ear. Lil complied, the position letting her steady herself and push back against his thrusts. “I’ve waited so long for you,” he whispered. The new position lifted her breasts high, and he made a mental note to thank the Moon Goddess for whoever installed the reflective glass on this balcony.

He noticed she was watching them in the glass, too, and was overwhelmed by her thoughts… god, she was enjoying watching us. He released a growl and his load at the same time. The combination sent her over the edge again, a small tear of pleasure slipping down her cheek. Eamon wasted nothing, turning her head to lick the tear away as he continued to thrust into her a few more times before his head went flat.

Lil shuddered, her body still convulsing, her walls contracting and pulsing against his cock.

She looked into his eyes, curious, and he realized she saw his wolf staring back at her.

“What are you?” she asked, the question finally out, but aimed at him instead of her.

“She doesn’t know,” Fenri interjected.

“I’m yours,” Eamon said simply. “And we’re far from done.”

    

**The following chapter contains Graphic Sexual Content**