Bonds

-Alex's POV-

It was a brutal collision, furled by anger and a strange, possessive need. I took what I felt I deserved, a silencing of her constant tirade, a dominance over the situation that had spiraled out of control. Her lips were soft beneath mine, yielding at first, then hesitantly returning the kiss.

Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides in a futile attempt to mask his much I affected her, now found their way around me. She held on tight as I devoured her mouth with an intensity that surprised even myself.

The kiss was a battle of wills, each of us fighting for dominance. But as the seconds ticked by and her body began to respond. Her hands slid up my back and around to the front of me where they found their way under my shirt.

Her fingers traced my spine while my hands roamed over her body as well, tracing lines along her back and up under her shirt. I felt her skin beneath my fingers, warm and smooth. I felt her hands move to the front of my pants, undoing them with a quickness that surprised even me. I didn't resist as she pulled down both mine and hers in one swift motion.

She looked up at me and I suddenly realized what was happening. Why I was reacting to her like this. I was picturing Amaya. I let out a low curse. She was the one I wanted and now I was thinking of her.

I ground my teeth as Miranda's hands found her way to my boxer, snapping me back to reality. Back to what was happening. She stroked my d***k through my boxer and I had to stop myself from pushing her off me.

My wolf let out a growl, a silent reminder that we were both starved. It shouldn't matter who was getting me off as long as I found my release. Maybe that made me sound like an a**hole not Miranda had given me no reason to want to be a gentleman to her. After all this was all it began, she seduced me and she had always been a good f**k. My gaze scanned the dark park, No one could see us here.

I looked down at her, "Take me out."

A triumphant smile crossed her face while her hands worked stroking my d**k through my boxer, I let out a low groan and that was the go ahead she needed. She pulled down my boxer and grabbed a hold of me. I let out another groan as her hand stroked up and down, "You're so hard."

I let tout a low growl, "Take me in your mouth." I demanded.

She leaned down, her lips parted as they closed around my d**k. I groaned at the feeling of being enveloped by that warm wetness again. She sucked me deep into her mouth, taking my entire length. I let out a low growl and pushed myself deeper inside of her throat until she gagged on it but didn't stop sucking, then suddenly, I pulled my d**k from between her lips, "Getup."

Without arguing, she stood up. Her hand went to my d**k stroking it as she looked at me with lust filled eyes of hers. I pushed her against her car and yanked up her skirt. My fingers found their way to her panties, ripping them off of her in one swift motion.

I looked down at her p**y, wet and ready for me. She let out a whimper as my fingers found their way to the entrance, sliding inside her. She was already so wet. I f**d her hard and fast, my fingers moving in a blur as she let out one loud moan after another then I felt her body tense up as she came, screaming out my name. Her p**y clenched around me, tighter than before and before I knew it the words slipped from my mouth, "C**m for me, Amaya."

The moment shattered like a dropped glass, the sound echoing faintly in the otherwise silent street. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and something darker, snapped up to meet mine. She shoved me away with a force that surprised me.

""Did you just call me Amaya? You were thinking of her? While you were touching me?"

I forced a bored expression onto my face. "Maybe I mumbled, my voice flat. I hadn't even gotten off.

The hurt in her eyes, a raw vulnerability i hadn't seen before, should have elicited some kind of reaction from me. Pity, maybe, or even a flicker of guilt. But all I felt was a dull annoyance at the turn of events.

12:03 Thu, 20 Jun » M⚫

"You came in person, So it must be pretty important." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The corner of his lips twitched, "Can't a friend just want to see a friend, Alex?" he said, his voic@dripping with a false sincerity. But the amusement that had been in his voice earlier was gone, replaced by something colder, harder.

"Not when the friend is you. Why are you here?"