Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Nikolai trembled with the power of his need. Trying to make small talk between bites of food was practically fucking killing him. Claim her. Es Meus.
The fight to regain control from his beast was near impossible. The Dragon could not handle having her near and not touching her. Neither could the man.
He accepted her as his mate the second he breathed in her bright, citrusy scent. She was in his blood. Part of his soul. She belonged to him. Now. Take her. Mine. His Dragon was burning him alive from the inside out.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to contain the beast. He sucked in air, getting more of her peppery-sweet scent. He growled deep in his chest. She smelled fucking divine.
He noticed her eyes dilate and her breath coming faster. Oh fuck. Yes. She wanted him too. Mate. Mine. Now.
“Are you done eating?” he growled the question, unable to keep the beast from his voice.
At her nod he stood, pulling her up by the hand. He pressed her body flush against his. Wrapping her lush figure in his arms as his lips sought hers.
“Melody,” he whispered her name. His Dragon stirring under his skin, stretching the limits of his control.
“Open your mouth,” he murmured and licked the seam of her lips. His beast wanted a taste of her too.
She hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down to meet her tongue. Thank fucking god. He gave her what she wordlessly asked for.
Both of them mindless in their desire for one another. He pushed the food back off the table and lifted her deliciously plump ass until she was planted on the edge of the sturdy ebony.
With one hand he kneaded her full round breasts while he stroked her thighs apart with the other one. She moaned into his mouth as he found the buttons to the pretty, but too damn confining dress she’d worn.
His brain turned to mush as her luscious breasts spilled from her flimsy lace bra. He hoped it was not a favorite as he lifted one clawed fingertip sliced through the strap.
He growled and tugged on the fabric, freeing her mouthwatering nipples. He pushed his hips closer, allowing her to feel his throbbing cock through too many layers of fabric.
He slid his tongue in and out of her lips. Gathering her unique flavors and storing each one in his memory. His to keep and savor forever. Es meus ad infinitum.
Nik dragged his lips from her mouth to one ripe berry and sucked hard. He loved the way she held his head against her moist flesh with nail tipped hands that pulled on his longish hair. Yes. She squirmed beneath him, undulating her hips in an attempt to get him closer. Thank fuck.
He slid his hand over the front of her body till he reached that oh-so-fucking-hot spot between her legs.
Oblivious to the wine spilling over the side of the table as he rubbed his fingers over her hot sex. Her panties soaked his fingers and if possible, he grew harder.
“I need inside of you, baby,” he growled sucking on her neck while his hands did away with her damp panties.
“Yes, please, yes,” she moaned arching into him.
Her clawed hands raked down his back and he fucking loved the burn. Loved her. Needed her. Now.
Nikolai had had women in any number of places, but it had been so long since he felt this. Never. Never had he experienced this kind of passion flaring through his body. Only with her.
Dishes fell, wine spilled, and silverware clattered around them as he swept her clothes away with his large hands. She writhed with him, beneath his fingers. Her soft skin hot to the touch. Aflame for him alone.
As it should be, his Dragon roared. Soft and ripe and utterly his. She mewled and gasped, all but consumed by the mating instinct. But did she recognize it for what it was?
That all-powerful need to fuck, to claim, to make her his. Mine. Forever. Es Meus. Nikolai’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe. He knew what she was to him, but he needed her to accept his claim.
“Melody,” he started, his lips grazing her skin as his teeth elongated.
The mixed scents of sex, desire, her fiery citrus fragrance, and his own piney, fresh air smell filled the air.
Nikolai freed his throbbing cock from his pants, as she ripped his shirt off his body. She was just as wild for him as he was for her. He thanked every god he knew for that small blessing.
“Yes, Niko, oh god, yes,” she cried out as he pushed the head of his swollen cock into her slick heat.
She was so fucking tight. Her pussy sucked his cock deeper, but he held himself still.
Reveling in the perfection of being inside her superb body. She whimpered and tried to move but he held her with firm hands.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“Move, please,” she moaned.
“Can I keep you, sweet Melody?” He growled the question and stilled the movement of her hips with his steely grip.
“Yes, Niko, yours, move please,” she tried to move him again.
“This body was made just for me,” he growled and pumped slowly as he spoke, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from her lips.
“I am keeping you. Not letting go. Yes, love, like that.”
Her wide whiskey-colored eyes met his, mouth open, panting for air as he squeezed the globes of her perfect ass and thrust more fiercely.
She could take it, hell, she wanted it. He saw it in those glorious eyes of hers.
“More,” she whimpered, her long claws raking down his back.
Perfect. He growled, his own animalistic side begging to be released as he continued to pound into his mate’s sweet body.
His movements were measured, yet frantic. His desperation making him lose his focus. Claim. Mate. Now.
He wanted to so very badly, but he needed her to come for him first. He reached between them with one hand and teased her sensitive bud. She responded by throwing her head back and moaning deep and low while providing him perfect access to her exquisite breasts.
“Baby, I’m going to feast on you all fucking night long. You want that, don’t you? My mouth all over you, my dick inside of you, my cum filling you. I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can think straight. I want you so fucking bad, my mate, mine,” he growled and nipped her nipple.
Dominance and possession surged through him as he lifted her hips and slid deeper into her channel. Her answering moan was enough to encourage him. Her eyes glowed with the power of her Coyote.
“Yes,” he growled, “Es meus.”
Melody opened her mouth and howled as ecstasy shot through her body. Nikolai held on by a thread as her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing him until he could hardly breath.
Her scent was everywhere. On his mouth, his nose, his hands, his cock. He fucking loved it. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her. To stake his claim for the whole universe to see.
Nikolai nudged her down on the table as he swirled his hips, grinding into her sensitive nub as she rode out her orgasm. He was relentless. Swirling and plundering, quickly bringing her to another peak.
“Niko.” she howled again, and finally, he drove towards his own fulfillment.
Her thighs squeezed him as he slid a hand down the crack of her luscious ass and teased her tight little hole while his thick cock filled her dripping slit. Yes, his little mate had a naughty streak. One he couldn’t wait to explore.
As her next climax took her, Nikolai slammed into her heat. Withdrawing and pumping, his eyes riveted to the way she welcomed his body with glorious abandon.
She was fucking gorgeous. Streaked hair flying around her flushed face, tits bouncing with every thrust, mouth repeating his name in a litany. Fucking perfect.
The sounds of their slick bodies coming together was more beautiful than any music he’d ever heard. Sexy and raw. Erotic as fuck.
Puccini had nothing on the symphony that was the slap of his skin against his mate’s. Nikolai lifted her by the waist as he found his completion desperate to sink his teeth into her neck.
“Melody?” the question in his voice distinguishable through his fangs, his eyes searched hers for an answer.
“Yes, Niko. Claim me, make me yours,” she growled the words, eyes aglow with her Coyote.
“Es Meus,” he roared and struck her skin just over her heart.
His dick pulsed as he came at the same time. Her pussy clenched around him. Heat massaging his cock until he was spent.
Nikolai was lost to her taste, her being, her soul as it entwined with his.
MINE. ES MEUS.
His Dragon’s ferocious roar was deafening. But Nikolai did not stop pumping his hips until he’d tended her wounds. Lapping at them with his tongue until the bleeding stopped.
He picked her soft, limp body off the table and carried her to his bedroom.