The Rejected Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

Third Person POV

Christopher pulled Millicent back into his arms. He kissed her lingeringly, feeling, his hands moving roughly on her back, his beast excited. He had to tell himself to take it easy, he wanted her so much it was hurting. It was an effort to restrain his beast from taking over. His mouth trailed to her neck and she moaned, her hands that had found their way round his neck, drawing his head down.

'Look at me', he commanded. Millicent obeyed and found that he had disposed off his singlet and his chest was bare, and the jumpers he had on was on his hip bones, making his narrow waist visible. She could see the v - shape that led to his shaft region and through the jumper, could see his hard shaft, pulsating. So strong, so big...so sexy..

She licked her lips as desire pulsed through her and looked up into his eyes,and saw her desire mirrored in his. His eyes, followed the movement of her lips and darkened further...

With a growl, he carried her to the bed,, his mouth never leaving her mouth, as the kiss grew fierce. Millicent responded in kind.

He unstrapped her bra, and her breasts sprang out like cherry. Fresh cherry, as he remembered from their previous encounter and he pick one with his mouth, wanting to fill himself with her sweetness.

Millicent screamed as his wet mouth made contact with her feverish skin, skin made feverish with desire. Christopher teased her nipple with his tongue, and the other with his finger and Millicent could feel the ache in her core increasing. She held on tight to his head, pulling it closer to her breasts as she wriggled under him, his shaft, moving sideways through his jumpers between her legs.

'If you keep doing that, I shall come before I can pleasure you to my heart's content', he groaned.

His did not cease its torture on her breasts and then continued its descent lower to her naval, his hands working on the button of her shorts.

Millicent's hand were clawing his back, because of the rising intensity of pleasure and anticipation she felt.

'Ohh, Chris...',

'Hmmm?' he murmured, his heart glad as he saw the intensity of her desire and his body aflame for her body.

'Can you feel my need for you?' he asked huskily as he balanced her on the bed, straddling her. With trembling fingers, he pulled her Polo shirt up her head and off her body. She had a lacy white brassiere on, and her nipples were a pink bud showing and pressing through the lace showing her arousal.

'Do you want me?' he growled.

'What?' she asked.

'Do you want me?' he repeated.

'Can't you smell it?' she asked, impatient for him to continue his ministrations.

'I need to hear you say it!'

'I want you, Christopher, I want you so much it hurts!' she blurted. And to emphasize her point, she took his hands and squeezed it into her shorts where she left it at the entrance of pleasure pot. 'See?' She could not believe that she was the one saying and acting so wantonly this way but she found she could be herself with him.

'I love you Millicent', he growled as he felt how wet she was, his cock pulsing uncontrollably.

Millicent could not believe she heard right. 'Say that again!'

'I love you, Millicent. Only you. I fell in love with you from the very first day I saw you, mate bond, aside!' he said huskily, looking at her with eyes filled with love and want.

'I love you too, with all my heart', she said, touching his cheek tenderly. Then threw her arms round his neck, happy to surrender her all to him, but he gently removed her arm from around his neck with one hand, looking intently at her.

'Who?' he asked, his voice and body tense from restraining himself from ravishing her. 'Who do you love? Say my name!'

'I love you Christopher. I love you so much. I tried to fight it but it was no use', she said, looking at him with all her love, hoping he would believe her.

'And Sylvester?' he asked, his other hand still stroking her taut nipples, she felt his bulge pressing into her, she could feel his restraint, she shut her eyes as she felt molten fire coaxing through her, causing her to grow wetter...

'What about him? Why bring him up now?' she moaned, not wanting to speak of anyone else.

'Do you love him?' he asked, looking at her seriously. 'Look into my eyes as you answer me and tell me the truth'. He wanted to be sure that as he took her, it was him and no one else that would be in her mind.

Millicent was surprised at the question, but felt that she could understand him. He and his brother were identical twins, mated to the same woman, it was only logical that he wanted to be sure where her affection lay. She shook her head, with the dual intention of clearing it for a moment and denying having any feelings for Sylvester. 'No!'

'Do you want him, then?'

'I do not feel this way for him', she said and Christopher smiled, happy with her response. He was about to pull her short off when he felt a mighty punch on his face, the force of which brought his head reeling backwards.

'What the fuck?', he shouted, recovering very fast and leaping off Millicent but at the same time throwing the covers over her to shield her from any prying eyes.

Another loud sound. This time, it was Christopher retuning the favour.

Millicent who was dazed sat, holding the bed covers over her, trying to find out the source of the disturbance and her eyes grew wide when she saw who it was and self consciously, burrowed back under the bed covers, pulling it to her neck, ensuring that every inch of her body except her face was covered.

How had he known they were there?'