IMPULSES AND INSTINCTS

WILLA’S POV

His lips were on mine before I could even utter a reply, and I responded eagerly to the kiss, feeling the rightness and perfection of the act.

It felt like being completed even though there wasn’t a missing piece of me before. It just seemed like it moved my heart, mind and soul, putting my entire being to right.

I couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss that was surprisingly slow and steady. I had expected him to kiss me with hunger and fervor, wanting to explore every inch, given the way he had been rough and impatient in invading my personal space earlier.

“Han,” I gasped when he pulled away to lick, bite and suck on the side of my neck.

He slightly moved his thigh that was lodged between my legs, moving it slightly to provide friction to my cunt.

“Fuck,” I cursed, feeling a thick spark of pleasure ran through my entire body. I began to move my hips, chasing the same delicious friction he just gave me.

I could feel his smug smirk against my jaw, and I would’ve wiped it off his face if I wasn’t so lost in the pleasure of it all.

“Hold on, sunshine,” he rasped out as he gripped my hips to halt my desperate movements. “Allow me to divest you of all your constraints.”

I blinked blearily, a whine threatening to come out of my lips.

I was about to waspishly ask him about what constraints he was pertaining to, when all of a sudden, he freed my body from my fitted long sleeved shirt and my breeches, tearing the fabrics with ease and leaving me with my bra and underwear.

My mouth ran dry as he withdrew from me a little and took an appreciating look at my figure.

I bit my lip, wondering what he thought of what he was seeing. Because I wasn’t entirely made up of unblemished skin and soft curves, which were things that were conventionally attractive to the male gaze. While I was naturally gifted with a svelte frame all thanks to my mother, my body was packing with toughened muscles and earned battle scars. After all, I was a Warrior for my pack, and a soldier for the war effort against the tyrannical regime of the Alpha King and his vicious enmity towards humans.

“Beautiful,” Han praised after he had raked his gaze all over me, his hand slowly stroking his rigid erection. “How fucking lucky to have such a woman like you to be my fated mate.”

I swallowed, watching closely as his cock leaked a bead of precum.

“See how I’m this eager for you, Willa? I have waited for you as much as you have waited for me.”

My eyes darted up to meet his lust-filled gaze, my entire face wearing my utter surprise. But beneath my surprise, I felt my heart leap in joy, while my inner wolf howled in satisfaction, knowing there was no one else in the world would ever have Han the way I would have him.

“So you…”

He chuckled, ceasing his stroking on his erection to slide a finger on the drenched patch of my underwear.

“H-han,” I moaned, gripping his arms tightly.

“Yes, I am quite a romantic, aren’t I? But don’t mistake my… certain degree of abstinence as some sort of indicator that I wouldn’t be able to cater to you well. I had my fair share of sexual adventures. I have simply never gone all the way with anyone. But you aren’t just anyone. Right, my Willa?”

He didn’t wait for my answer. He immediately claimed my lips in a searing kiss, hitching my thighs upwards in one powerful motion. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, glad that I wouldn’t have to support my weight anymore. Because any second longer, my legs would’ve melted into goo with how hot and bothered he was making me feel.

His lips and tongue shared a wet dance with mine as he moved us to his bedroom.

He gently laid me down on the canopy bed without breaking our liplocking, the mattress slightly dipping under our weights. My legs were spread quite widely, making space for him to take.

And he did. He knelt in the space I provided him, while he let his upper body hover above me, leaving us nearly chest to chest. One of his arms rested above my head, supporting his weight as he continued to ravage my mouth.

Just as his hand gently squeezed my waist, my arms slithered around his neck, clinging to him as though he was my last anchor to sanity. Eventually, as I eagerly returned his fervent kisses, my hands found his charcoal black hair, carding my fingers through the smooth and silky strands.

“Fuck… You taste divine, sweetheart,” he panted against my slightly parted mouth. “I just know your juices would be even sweeter.”

His hands made a quick effort to render me completely naked, carelessly discarding my torn undergarments off to the polished cherry oak floor.

“So fucking breathtaking. You are mine for the taking, yes?”

“Y-yes… Han, please… I-”

In response to my incoherent begging, he pulled away from me, forcing me to let go of the loose grip on him. But Han maintained his kneeling pose between my legs, his lustful gaze greedily drinking in my vulnerable form.

One of his hands splayed on my stomach and slowly descended, going exactly where I wanted to be touched the most. A finger then circled my clit, eliciting a sharp moan from me. I needily arched my back at the burst of pleasure that zapped through every fiber of my being.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Moan for me. Let me hear you. Don’t shy away from me. Not your voice. Not your body…”

With his other hand, he held my hip to keep me from squirming too much and shying away from his touch.

“Han,” I called out breathlessly, sounding utterly wrecked already.

Involuntarily, my legs jerked, knees bending slightly at the incessant sparks of euphoric bliss caused by the insanely titillating motions of his fingers against my clit. I couldn’t help but move my hips slightly, my heels digging against the mattress, creating small divots.

“Quite sensitive, I see,” Han remarked teasingly, dragging a finger against my weeping cunt. “Are you sensitive here too?”

His other hand reached out to my breast and lightly flicked my nipple that had perked up in attention as soon as he had removed my bra earlier.

A loud mewl made it past my lips as I found the mild sting quite pleasurable.

“Oh?” Han’s eyebrow rose in interest, and a predatory grin graced his handsome face.

“Oh gods,” I moaned, shamelessly loud, when he placed his lips on my left nipple and his unbusy hand on the other.

He sucked, licked, squeezed, and toyed with my breasts, clearly trying to draw out more reactions for me. 

“H-han,” I whined, back arched slightly and hands gripping at the sheets above my head.

The attention given to my humble mounds, as well as the relentless teasing of his fingers on my wet folds, were too much, and yet I found myself craving for more.

Then the ‘more’ he gave me came when he easily slipped a finger inside of me, moving in and out at a deliberately slow pace. 

It was just one finger, but it had my eyes rolling at the back of my head at how good it felt. My body is on fire, and yet I was willing to burn brighter and hotter if it meant he wouldn’t stop, if it meant he would give me more of him.

One finger became two, scissoring me open in preparation for something bigger: his cock that had been standing erect and hard since earlier.

“So good,” I cried out, toes curling at the sensations Han was bombarding me with.

Just then, his mouth left my breast, and he began showering licks and nibbles to my clavicle, saying in between, “Gorgeous… My mate. My Willa. Tell me. What do you want…”

I groaned, feeling myself grow hotter. “I should’ve known you would want me to beg for it.”

There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he replied, “Not really beg… I simply wanted to hear you say it. To hear what you want and need from me. To hear a resounding consent that I can fuck you, knot you and breed you.”

It was mortifying that every obscenely filthy word that left his lips had me gushing like a lecherous and desperate woman.

The embarrassment must’ve shown on my face because Han’s expression softened for a brief moment.

He ceased all of his touches on my body, leaving me feeling bereft and oddly cold. But before I could whine in protest, he set himself hovering above me with one arm set beside my head to support his weight. Then he brought up the hand that was wet with my juices and made a show of licking and sucking the wetness from his fingers, lewdly making noises as he did so.

The sight of him left me speechless, and I could only watch, blushing furiously as our eyes maintained a heated contact.

Still with such a mesmerizing dark gaze on my face, he freed his fingers from his mouth and rested his second arm on the other side of my head. Then he rolled his hips, slow and deliberate. His hardness deliciously brushed against my cunt as he said, “Feel this, Willa? I am as desperate for you as you are desperate for me.”

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 into 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.’