Ileus: The Dark Prince
Chapter 398 - Surrender

Chapter 398 - Surrender

Iona didn't know what he meant by 'come just like that', but she sure as hell wanted to taste it. Her cheeks became a deep pink and he knew that she wanted to suck him. His horns started straightening, his fangs lengthened and she purred. Damn it! He had to keep things in control. "Iona, baby. You can have it later because I want to worship you today."

"Why don't you remove those slacks?" she asked. She felt he was getting uncomfortable.

Her question was making him go madder than he already was. He was afraid that if he lost control, he would take her mindlessly and she wasn't ready for it. "I will first pleasure you Iona," he said looking at the thatch of black curls. He had seen women shaving that area and he liked it that way, but right now her curls were… exquisite. He was a fool to think that shaved women were better. He went back to suck her breasts and sucked them till she was crying out. He smothered her cries against his arm, which was now bitten and bruised. He only felt aroused as hell. He kissed the lower swell of her breasts and then went to her belly, her navel, where he dipped his mouth and sucked. She caught his horns and he wanted to howl and snarl. But he suppressed his growl and quickly went down. He blew her hair over there and then delved his head in between those enticing curls. He licked her folds and her body jerked. As if surprised, she got up on her elbows to see what he was doing and out of embarrassment she pressed her thighs together.

"No," he growled and separated her thighs and pinned them to the sides. With his heavy-lidded eyes, he looked at her and said, "Iona, baby, relax. I am only going to lick here."

She gulped… in anticipation and then lied back. She had to keep her wolf in check. This was too good to be shifted.

He started licking her and he couldn't believe that with that first lick, he was ruined forever. He could never go back to his old ways. Her juices were like nectar from the flowers. He grazed her a little over there and she yelped. "You are my nectar, Iona," he said. "I can never stay away from this." He delved his nose inside and lapped her up hungrily. "I have been waiting all my life for you." Saying that he circled her bud and then suddenly latched onto it.

"Rolfe!" she cried. "Rolfe, Rolfe, Rolfe!" She thrashed her head on the fur as she held his horns. "I am loving this so much." Every time he sucked her bud, she would press her hips in his mouth.

His shaft now pressed so badly against his slacks that he had to take it out. In one swift movement the slacks were out and he was back on his favorite spot. She was pressing her thighs again, but he spread them and pinned them on the side and covered her bud with his mouth. He sucked and sucked it and she cried his name. "Wh— what are you doing? Don't— don't stop!"

How could he? He was driven to the edge of madness. He wanted his little mate so much. For the first time she had allowed him to suck her, worship her body, how could he not give her what he wanted? He went lower and lower to her core where her juices had wet her thighs. He snarled against her core and inserted his tongue into it. He was surprised that even though she was overwhelmed with emotions, she had kept her wolf in check. He sucked her, licked her and grazed her there. His chest rumbled and then vibrated as he thought that this would be the first time she would come and that he would be the first one to lap that come. With that thought, he parted her core with his fingers and then inserted his tongue more inside. Her body shuddered and he knew that she loved the feel. So he continued to lick and suck her there and she let out a stifled scream. Instinctively he knew that she wanted him to do more. She writhed for him. He couldn't help smiling at his lusty mate. She pressed his head to her core pulling his horns down and that sensation made his shaft pulse harder. "I want you so badly," he said. "I want all of you." He feasted on her like she was his personal drug. He took his hand to his cock and rubbed it.

Iona had never felt so good in her life. The lust was driving her crazy, and the heat that had coiled inside her belly wanted to lash out. She lifted her head to see why she was experiencing this kind of a need, and saw that he was thrusting his hips in the fur. The action made her wet all the more and she realized that he sucked her swiftly. Her eyes rolled in her head and she lay back. He left her core and licked her from top to bottom and her body arched. "Ah! I— I—" she purred.

"Come for me, Iona," he said, reminding her wolf that he needed Iona. "Come for me baby."

And she wanted to… come.

"I am going to make you come every day, so just give in to me."

And Iona wanted to… give in.

He sucked her bud and snarled, "I know you are desperate to come, Iona."

She purred, gripping his horns tightly and rocking her hips wildly.

"Tell me you are mine!"

She thrashed her head. "No!"

"Iona, just surrender to this feeling!" he commanded. "You are mine!"

And she could no longer resist. She… surrendered.

Burning with desire and lust, she let the heat in her belly uncoil. And gods, it uncoiled at a serpentine speed. Her orgasm shook her and she cried, "Yes, I am yours!" The ecstasy burned her body, her soul and branded her as his. Little did she feel him lapping her honey from her core.

"Your first orgasm belongs to me Iona," he growled. "You. Are. Mine." He got up and leaned over her face. Through the stars in her vision when he came into view, she could see his glistening and swollen lips. She lay there dazed, happy that she leashed her wolf to experience the ministrations of this demon. And then she became aware of his rock-hard erection pressing in her belly. It was like a brand against her skin. She was breathless after her orgasm but still said, "How can I help you?"

He lay beside her and made her turn towards him. He took her hand to his shaft and said, "Stroke it like this." He guided her hand to his cock and when she touched it, his thighs shuddered. She stroked him gently. Rolfe was sure that he wouldn't last three strokes with her hands around it. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her body in hers. Her hardened nipples raked his chest when she moved.. He threw his thigh over hers. How could he tell her that he needed her badly?