Chapter 107: _ Deep Inside Of Me

Warning: Mature Content Ahead!

Ivar’s mouth crushed against mine again. His tongue pushed deep, claiming every inch of my mouth while his hands gripped my ass and lifted me higher against the stone. My legs locked around his waist, the hard line of his cock pressing between my thighs through his breeches.

"I can’t... I can’t wait another second," he let out a needy groan.

His fingers yanked Miriel’s blue tunic up, exposing my breasts to the cool air. He dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping the sensitive peak. I gasped, arching into him as his tongue swirled and sucked harder.

"Ivar..."

He switched to the other breast, sucking until I whimpered. One hand slid between us, shoving my undergarments aside. When his fingers found my slick folds, I felt a shudder between my thighs. He rubbed my clit in slow circles.

"So fucking wet," he murmured against my nipple. "Your virgin pussy is dripping down my hand."

One finger pushed inside me, then two, stretching my tight entrance. He pumped them steadily, curling to hit that spot that made my vision blur.

"Haaaaa..." I sobbed, gripping his shoulders as if my life depended on it.

Ivar’s thumb kept working my clit, rubbing faster as my hips jerked against him. At this point, I was sure my senses had completely vacated me. The last time I felt this way was in Raice’s arms, pressed against a wall just like this.

"That’s it," my tormentor rasped. "Ride my fingers. Get that cunt ready for my cock."

A third finger joined the others, stretching me wider. The burn mixed with pleasure as he worked them in and out, preparing me. My first release came hard. I cried out while my walls clenched around his fingers as I shook in his arms.

He didn’t stop. He kept pumping through my climax, mouth returning to my breasts, sucking and biting until I trembled from overstimulation.

"Beautiful," he whispered, pulling his fingers free and sucking them clean. "Taste like fucking heaven."

He freed his cock and my chest grew heavy when I caught a glimpse of it. Ivar followed my eyes and chuckled.

"Next time, I’m bringing you with me to the Wolf Academy, in my quarters. Then, I’ll make love to you properly. You’ll feel and touch it; you will revel in the glory of my body, Petal." He inclined his neck, sniffing near my collarbone. "But for now, beautiful Elira, let me fuck you against a wall."

And thus, he pressed his erect head against my entrance. "Ready for me to claim you, little mate?"

This... I had heard about it. I didn’t know how it’d feel or what to expect. Perhaps, on a regular day, I might have recoiled and retreated in fear. But this wasn’t a normal day. This was the day one of my mates had claimed me. This was a day where my wild thoughts had finally taken over—where the fact that we were semi-out in the open only exhilarated me and fueled my desire.

"Yes," I finally breathed, tightening my legs around him. "Take me. Make me yours."

"With pleasure." He pushed inside slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch burned but his careful preparation had made me ready. When he bottomed out, we both groaned.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he growled. "So tight around me. Like your virgin cunt was made for my cock, my dear petal."

I cried. GODS, I cried. The height of the sensation shooting across my body was way too overwhelming for me to wrap my head around.

I’d never done it before. I couldn’t really believe it; I was doing this.

Maybe I was a little scared—I’d never felt anything like this. It stung and then unstung... if that made any sense at all. But I didn’t care.

I didn’t care that my vagina was throbbing. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me.

He began thrusting, deep and measured at first, then harder as I begged for more. The wall at my back gave him leverage as he drove into me with increasing force.

"Look at you, sweet petal. Look at you taking my cock like you were born for it. Your virgin pussy is swallowing every inch."

My consciousness started to ascend to pastures beyond this realm and it wasn’t just the physical sensation of him filling me—though he was overwhelming, stretching me with a thickness that made my vision blur—it was the bond.

From the moment we connected, the mark on my neck flared with a blinding white heat, and I felt a surge of his consciousness flood my mind

My second release shook me down to the tip of my toenails.

"Ivarrr..." I cried, lips quivering. "W-what’s happening... what’s happening to me?"

"That’s your body giving as much as it’s receiving, my darling petal. I’ve never fucked anyone like you and I never want to feel this with any other than you... Not ever again." He growled in response but he didn’t stop, fucking me through it relentlessly.

"That’s it, cum on my cock," he demanded. "Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze me."

He continued to hammer into me with a wild intensity, his hips snapping against mine with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the silent alcove.

I was lost in it. The risk of being seen—the terror of an initiate or a professor rounding the corner—only added fuel to the fire. The danger made me feel alive, reckless, and utterly free. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth back to mine.

He was driving me toward a peak I had never imagined. His breathing had begun to sound like a wounded beast. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting the skin just beside the mark, adding new, smaller stings of pleasure to the euphoria.

Just as my pleasure peaked again, a sharp sound echoed from the far end of the cloister.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound of boots on stone. Someone was coming. Someone was close.

The panic cut through the haze of the euphoria immediately. "Ivar! Someone’s here! We have to..."