She Belongs To The Devil

"Mark me," Nigel's alluring voice echoed in Rhea's ears like they were some magic spell.

Nigel was still sitting on top of Rhea and now that it was Rhea's turn to mark her mate, she wanted to be the one in control. "I want to be on top," she blurted out and without even giving any time for Nigel to process what she had just said, she pushed Nigel to the side with such a great force that the huge bed squeaked.

Nigel landed on his side and before he knew it, Rhea had already managed to push him on his back and she was now on top of him. Her hungry eyes were darting his athletic body.

She slowly trailed her hand starting from his toned abs and slowly made her way upwards to his chest and to his neck and to his jaw. She caressed her jaw with her thumb and gently ran her long and slender fingers from his jaw, down to the neck and across his muscular shoulder.

And she leaned down to plant a few kisses on his neck. She nipped him below his ears, then slowly moved downwards while showering him with her kisses.

Nigel chuckled unable to resist that ticklish feeling that her lips were giving him. Rhea could hear his chuckle which she found very amusing. When her lips reached the triangle at the side of his neck, she stopped to look at the stunning wolf who had charmed her and appreciated his beauty.

The Prince was beaming with a smile and Rhea also smiled at the man she had given her heart and body to. Her teeth grazed her lips when she smiled and that was when she realized that her teeth had elongated into fangs.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, not wanting to show it to Nigel. But Nigel clutched her hand and stopped her from covering her mouth. "You don't need to hide anything from me. You look even more beautiful with your canines."

This man… this man sure knew how to please her, she thought. She pecked on Nigel's lips and without delaying any further, she moved her lips to his neck. She licked a spot as though to warn Nigel what was coming next and then she dug her fangs in his neck.

And just like earlier, both of them were drowned in the sea of insurmountable pleasure. And this time, both of them felt a deeper level of connection with each other. They couldn't quite point their finger at it but they felt like their soul belonged to each other. And they knew that not even God himself would be able to separate them.

After catching their breath, Nigel flipped Rhea down on the bed and took control again. He caressed her thighs and leaned down to kiss her inner thighs. Rhea squirmed in the anticipation of what was about to come.

Nigel slowly moved his hands upwards to her waist and adjusted his position against her body. And like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, Nigel pinned down her hands above her head and pushed his hardness inside of her.

Rhea whimpered and jerked her head upwards because of the initial pain that she felt between her legs. She wanted to push Nigel and break free from his hold. But Nigel was not leaving her this time. He kept on holding her down on the bed and slowly moved his body against hers.

Rhea bit her lower lip and closed her eyes while breathing heavily. The pain was still there but she was getting a carnal pleasure which made her want more… more of whatever he was doing to her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him have her.

While rocking his body back and forth, Nigel leaned down and captured her mouth with a sensual kiss. Rhea moaned in his mouth so temptingly that he wanted to hear that sound again. He increased the rhythm with which their bodies were colliding against each other and with each stroke of his, Rhea was squirming and moaning in pleasure.

As both of them were warm-blooded wolves the whole room felt like a hot spring for them. They were sweating with every second that passed. And Nigel's long hair wasn't helping either. He would flip his hair to the side every once in a while.

And that image of Nigel was imprinted in Rhea's mind. Boy! Could he look any sexier? "I want to touch you," Rhea pleaded with a needy desire.

"You want to touch me?" Nigel gave an alluring smirk and Rhea nodded breathlessly.

He let go of her hands and let her fulfill her desire. She roamed her palms on his stomach, around his chest, and mapped his broad shoulders and arms. Then she slowly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down for a kiss.

But Nigel felt like teasing her and resisted being pulled when his lips were an inch away from her. She lifted her head and tried to kiss him but he pulled his head further away from her. "Are you sure you want to tease me?" Rhea narrowed her eyes and smiled challengingly.

Nigel leaned down to touch Rhea's ear with his lips and his hot and ragged breath caressed her. "Yes, what are you going to do about it?" he teased her further while still maintaining the rhythm consistently.

Rhea used her strength to roll Nigel over and she sat on top of him. "This!" she whispered and began to ride him as if her inner animal was out all of a sudden.

Nigel wasn't surprised at that sudden display of strength. He was rather enjoying this side of Rhea. He grabbed her waist and thrust his hips to match her rhythm. The steamy and passionate intermingling of their bodies went on for quite some time.

Rhea stopped for a second to catch her breath but Nigel didn't want it to stop. He pulled her down on his body and flipped her down on the bed with a thud. He grabbed onto her legs and held them over his shoulders.

He entered her again and viciously slapped his hips against hers. And after a while, he increased the pace even more. Rhea was moaning and crying and whimpering in extreme pleasure. He was enjoying seeing her writhing on the bed like that. And she finally raised her head and gave out a scream of satisfaction. Then she leaned back again, her body covered in sweat and her face gleaming with ecstasy.

Nigel let Rhea breathe for a while and asked in a ragged whisper, "Shall we go for another round? I can do this all day and all night long."

Outside the room, two of the Royal Guards of Nigel were contemplating whether or not to enter the room. They could hear the loud banging, crashing, and thudding as though some huge fight was going on inside. One of the guards was about to knock on the door and ask the Prince if he was in any trouble.

But a maid saw that and stopped his hand. And she whispered angrily, "What do you think you are doing?"

"I think they are fighting inside. I am worried that the Prince might get hurt," the guard replied innocently.

The maid face-palmed herself and whispered, "Don't worry, they are enjoying themselves.. At most, they might break the bed."