Chapter 03: Wild Instinct

MORANA

"What?" I blinked, tormented.

But suddenly he lunged forward, not giving me time to process his words. With a swift move, he grabbed my neck from behind and twisted my body, pressing me hard against the metal.

The metallic sound from the impact echoed in my ears and I gasped for breath as I felt his large, firm body pressing against mine.

Breathless, I grasped the metal grate with both hands, trying to lessen the force with which my breasts were being crushed against it.

He growled behind me, so low and deep that a new shiver spread through my body.

His fingers moved from the back of my neck to the front, while one of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body as he pressed me against the metal with overwhelming force.

I closed my eyes, struggling to maintain control, but I lost it as soon as I felt his arousal pressing just above my buttocks.

My entire skin burned, my nipples became sensitive, and my insides began to pulse as if a primitive, wild desire had been unleashed.

What the hell was happening to me? Even knowing that my reaction only made things worse, I couldn't control myself.

His scent and warmth quickly enveloped me, affecting my reason, while I felt him nuzzle my neck.

A moan escaped my lips, making him growl in response. His huge hand slid under my shirt, finding the bare skin on my stomach, and the touch was enough to set my skin on fire.

"What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly, using what was left of my reason.

"Mine." He growled, grave and low as if he was out of his mind, and the simple word made my entire body want to surrender.

"I'm not yours," I said, struggling to maintain my sanity.

He growled in irritation, gripping me tighter.

"You can't do this." I insisted, even as my body craved the exact opposite.

"I won't hurt you..." He surprised me. "But I'm not completely in control right now, and if you keep repeating what you said, I will lose it completely. I'm at the limit."

"Just let me go."

"If you want that, start by trying to control your scent."

Damn. I really would if I could. But at the moment, I was using all the self-control I had left to not rub against him.

What is happening to me? He's a stranger.

"I can't control it, but that doesn't mean I want this," I explained, trying to control my breathing.

"Your scent says otherwise." He whispered.

The deep sound of his voice only worsened my state as I tried to fight against my wildest instincts.

He had said he was at the limit, but he didn't seem so out of control since he could still talk. Maybe he was just playing with me.

"You seem quite rational to me. Let me go." I argued.

"I can't." He denied.

Suddenly, he spun my body around. Grabbing my thighs, he lifted me and pressed his hips between my legs, making me gasp as I felt his arousal.

I bit my lip to contain a moan, which was stuck in my throat, but I was forced to face him. His eyes looked hungry.

His face was so close. The tension filled the air, preventing me from breathing properly. I felt control slipping through my fingers.

A part of me, the wildest one, just wanted to get rid of all the clothes between our bodies and let him possess me.

Breathless, I closed my eyes, trying to find my reason amidst the chaos I was feeling. I needed to push him away.

Resisting was becoming impossible and increasingly painful. I tried to use my hands to push him away, pushing on his chest, but it was like trying to push a wall.

"You don't want me to chase you, do you?" He asked, his voice sounding like a deep, almost animal growl, making me shiver. "Unless..."

"What?" I opened my eyes, facing him again.

"There's another way to resolve this." He suggested, and I understood him almost instantly.

"No." I denied.

"A reward wouldn't be bad."

Reward? He must be joking.

"That's not going to happen."

"I'm using all my strength not to touch you, but it's getting harder and harder to fight the animal inside me." He confessed, pressing his hips harder between my legs.

"No." I closed my eyes, trying to contain another moan.

"You say no, but your scent says yes. Whom should I believe?"

He was right. My whole body was begging for more, and I couldn't understand how this was possible. How could a stranger make me lose control like this?

"Say yes."

"I can't."

He growled with irritation.

"Why do you keep saying no? I know you don't belong to another, there's no scent on you."

"I may not have his scent yet, but I belong to him, I always have."

He growled again, as if my words irritated him even more.

"Let me go." I insisted.

"If I let you go now, I would chase you, and when I was done with you, you would wish I had left you with those two."

I swallowed hard, absorbing his words while staring into his predatory gaze. After what he had done to that male, I had no doubt he could easily kill me if he lost control.

For that reason, his words should have scared me, but, in fact, they only provoked my wilder side.

"I need to calm down and this may take a while since we have no other option but to wait." He warned.

Wait? I didn't know if I could endure much longer, not when I could feel him so hard pressing against my sex. It was becoming increasingly impossible to control my instincts.

I had no options.

"Do what you must," I said, making a decision. "But keep your clothes on and don't you dare bite me," I warned.

A soft growl of satisfaction escaped his throat.

"Don't worry, it will still be so good for you even if I don't enter." He whispered, adjusting himself between my thighs.

I closed my eyes, lifting my face to avoid looking at him, and bit my lip hard as he began to move his hips, rubbing the hard bulge of his pants against my clitoris.

I suppressed a moan that threatened to escape. Lifting my arms, I hooked my fingers into the grate behind me to avoid touching him.

He pressed my body even harder, crushing my breasts with his broad chest and provoking my nipples.

I gripped the metal tighter, feeling each rub on my clitoris spread pleasure through my body, making my skin tingle. My body was begging for more.

He growled, moving his hips faster, his fingers digging into my thighs.

He seemed so large under his clothes and his body was so warm, all I could imagine was how it would feel to have him inside me.

My insides yearned for it and no matter how much I tried to resist, his heat and scent had already dominated me, making me want to give in to my wildest instincts.

My entire body was burning with desire. Burning for him. For a complete stranger. How was this possible?

The sounds he was making made everything even more difficult. His panting breath, mixed with the deep moans and growls that came straight from his throat, sent shivers all over my body.

"Let me in, I know you want it." He growled in my ear, each word loaded with intense and painful need.

My body pulsed in response, longing to surrender, and I had to fight to deny him.

"No," I said, shaking my head, still with my eyes closed.

He growled out of frustration, moving his hips harder in response. I was at my limit. The sense of urgency was growing, and the tension was building inside me as if it was about to explode.

His movements became even wilder, rubbing against my clitoris so hard it was almost painful. I could no longer endure it.

His body, his scent, his warmth, and the sounds he was making were too much. I lost control, feeling my body tremble and pulse everywhere, dominated by climax.

My mind unraveled, and I used my last vestige of reason to cover his mouth with one hand to prevent him from biting me, while I heard him growl, reaching his own climax.

It was so intense that I thought I had lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when I regained my reason, I noticed that his breathing seemed to have calmed down.

Then, he finally put me down on the ground and stepped away, giving me his back without saying a word.

His figure merged back into the darkness of the alley as I watched him, still dazed, but he suddenly stopped before reaching the street.

"Try to stay out of trouble." He said before walking away.

I blinked, assimilating his words.

Was that all?

Of course, it was. I don't know what I was expecting, I guess I almost forgot that all this was just to keep him from losing control. Yet, he had saved me.

"Thank you," I whispered, aware that he could still hear me.

Who was he? The question echoed in my mind, along with the sound of his footsteps fading as he moved away.

I couldn't understand. Why had a part of me responded so viscerally to him? It was as if he had awakened something within me.

The feeling of his proximity still burned on my skin, as did each word, reverberating like a song that I knew I wouldn't be able to forget anytime soon.