“Caelan.” He heard his name, tinged with a sense of pleading; he could not discern whether it was a request for him to fulfil her desire or a plea for him to depart. However, there was no possibility of him leaving the room while she remained in this state, still engaging in self-stimulation as he observed, her arousal palpable in the air around him.
“Goddess Daisy,” he growled, encircling her hip with one hand while the other traversed her back. She gasped in delight at his caress, prompting him to groan, “I desire you.” He felt compelled to express his yearning, wanting her to comprehend the effect she had on him. His hand descended the length of her back, fingers gliding along her spine. She pressed forcefully against him, his arousal evident against her. There was no turning back; his hands moved down her thighs, traversing the fabric of her dress with deliberate slowness until he reached the hem, where his fingers made contact with her bare skin.
He gradually slid up her thighs, lifting the skirt of her dress until it rested above her hips, revealing black panties. The enticing scent was overwhelming. He then tore the sides of her panties, allowing them to fall to the floor. His hand ventured between her thighs, pushing her hand aside as he closed his eyes and explored her. His fingers glided through her wet folds, eliciting a deep growl from him as a moan escaped her lips. He stimulated her c******s, prompting her to cry out. Both of he
“Yes,” he smiled, relishing the sound of his name on her lips, imbued with desire, as he caressed her c******s, facilitating the impending o****m. Gently pinched her c******s just before her climax, eliciting a scream of pleasure, he growled in response; it was exquisite to witness her o****m from his touch. He withdrew his hand as he spread her legs apart to penetrate her with his erect member, one hand on her hip and the other gliding up her back, as she bucked against him, gasping.
She was a goddess; he pressed himself against her, rubbing and sliding his arousal over her c******s and through her warm, moist folds. He yearned to hear her cries and screams, yet his desire to possess her was overwhelming. He then grasped her hips and thrust deeply inside her.
Hudson seethed internally, desiring to assert dominance, but Caelan would not permit it; she belonged to him now. Her hips forcefully pressed against him, eliciting immediate cries; she was exceedingly tight. He was reluctant to cause her pain, yet simultaneously, he desired to thrust into her vigorously.
Initially commenced with a gradual motion, withdrawing nearly completely before forcefully re-entering; her body synchronised with his, expressing desire, as she emitted soft moans of pleasure. He inhaled her intoxicating fragrance, which was remarkably sweet, while his hand ascended her back. Abruptly, she accelerated her movements, vigorously pressing against him, consumed by an apparent urgency in her need.
Caelan did not restrain her, reciprocating her urgency and allowing her vigorous thrusts to amplify his desire. He gripped her firmly, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. “Daisy,” he growled, surrendering to his impulses and thrusting forcefully in and out of her. He observed her hands pressing against the wall as she used it to propel herself back against him, seemingly craving more intensity.
Her claws extended, embedding into the plaster wall as her head arched back, emitting cries of ecstasy. He sensed her climax, her body constricting and pulsating around him, accompanied by the sound of her moaning his name, “Caelan.” She thrust forcefully against him, her body enveloping him tightly as she reached her peak. He erupted, releasing his essence within her, while her cries resonated with his name, as if her body were extracting every last drop he had to offer, and he desired for her to possess it all.
His body was firmly pressed against hers against the wall, leaning on her, his breathing as laboured as hers, a smile on his lips; he had not come here for this.
However, he was exceedingly pleased that he had entered her room at this moment. She was equally breathless as he was. “My turn.” Hudson abruptly advanced, catching Caelan off guard, as he had not anticipated the action. Preoccupied with the aftermath of his own o****m, he failed to consider his wolf and was forcefully thrust to the recesses of his own mind.
“Amelia,” he heard Hudson summon Daisy’s wolf. Through his wolf’s perspective, he observed her head turn as Amelia met his gaze. Hudson then placed a firm grip on her face, pressing his mouth against hers with intensity and urgency. He growled at her, and she responded in kind. Subsequently, he engaged in mating with her, both asserting control, while in human form.
Caelan made no attempt to intervene; he was powerless against the overwhelming scent of her arousal, especially with Amelia dominating Daisy’s body. His wolf was inherently aggressive, having always been so, particularly with Mate Amelia in the past. Nothing had altered; he now held her against the wall, thrusting into her forcefully and repeatedly until she was reduced to a cacophony of cries, after which he pinned her to the wall, growling into her neck.
She was afforded merely a minute to recuperate from him before he engaged in mating once more; his wolf’s desires appeared to overshadow all other considerations, including the fact that Daisy would endure the agony of his mating with her wolf in human form. The wretched wolf seemed indifferent to this, fixated solely on his need to mate with Amelia.
Hudson ultimately relinquished control, allowing Caelan to regain command of his own body. He had to catch Daisy as her legs buckled, causing her to collapse. “Shit,” Caelan muttered, wrapping an arm around her waist to prevent her from falling completely to the floor. “Daisy?”He enquired gently, concerned for her well-being.
“Mmm,” she half sighed, sounding drowsy as she reclined her head against his chest. Caelan smiled while gazing down at her, her eyes partially closed, face flushed, and a subtle smile gracing her lips.
“Are you well?”“He enquired gently.”
“It appears that Hudson remains unchanged.”
Caelan chuckled, “No, I suppose not.” He bent down, lifted her in a bridal carry, and placed her on the bed. Her dress was in tatters, having been shredded by Hudson as he had grasped and fondled Amelia during their coupling. Caelan was astonished that the object remained on her.
Gazed down at Daisy, who appeared drowsy, “Are you content?”He reclined on the bed beside her, unable to restrain himself, desiring proximity to her.
“Mmm, I am,” she yawned, her eyes fluttering shut.
Caelan observed her succumb to slumber, tenderly caressed her visage, and contemplated their impending challenges. He had initiated the contact, expressed his desire for her, and she was aware that it was he, not Hudson, who had elicited her affection—at least until Hudson had intervened and summoned her wolf in his own manner. Hudson was comfortably relaxed in his thoughts, contentedly affirming to himself, ‘I pleased her well.’ He practically purred, ‘She enjoyed it.’
Caelan subtly shook his head; however, it appeared that way. Amelia had consistently relished his wolf, and their mating was always intense. It seemed that Amelia desired Hudson equally, often instigating the mating and provoking Hudson with skirmishes, but only to the extent that it incited his fervent need, resulting in even more intense mating at times.
Daisy’s wolf appeared to prefer intensity, and his wolf was inclined to fulfil her desires promptly.
Caelan had always appreciated Daisy, but he would no longer keep that to himself. He desired more immediately, extended his hand, and discarded the tattered dress, which failed to conceal her nudity from him. Only fragments of her, fragments he desired to observe.
Selfish as he was, he intended to gaze at her unclothed form while she slumbered. He had previously engaged in that behaviour when they were Mated. It was the sole occasion he permitted himself to gaze at her, with all his emotions laid bare, while she was asleep and oblivious to it.
He was unworthy of her, thus he maintained distance as much as possible. He remained emotionally distant from her, concealing his persistent desire for her. He endeavoured to restrain his hands consistently.
How was he expected to accomplish that now? How would she feel upon waking up?
