The Fallout

#Chapter8 The Fallout

I shrug at him, unsure what else to say. If I knew the answers then I guess we wouldn't be here like this. I'm a little out of my depth and struggling to get this raging fire under control in my pelvis as, what I assume is my libido, finally introduces herself to me and I have to stop checking out his ass as he keeps waving it past me. It's making me all squirmy and uneasy and so sure he can probably tell with a look that I am about three seconds away from launching at him. Shuffling from foot to foot and swallowing hard, blowing out heavily to release this growing pressure in my stomach.

/"Please tell me you are feeling this too. That this is not just me?/" He stops and frowns at me, his eyes looking a little hazy and intense as he stares at my mouth and almost electrocutes me with the connection. I glance away, face flushing with his effects on me and try to focus on the floor, the table, a wall, and cool off this really hugely, suddenly suffocating room around us. I can feel him without touching him, his presence ebbing into me and stirring up all kinds of longings and sensations.

/"I think that's how it's meant to work. We're supposed to want to, you know… mate./" I blush as I say it and look away again, overwhelmed with sudden shyness. Uneasy with this admission he wants to kiss me, while I'm all kinds of flustered, hot, tingly, and itching to slide my hands over that strong wide chest and…… Oh god, stop. I mean, I do too, want to kiss him that is. I have done since after the whole imprinting thing, but I just didn't think we should be admitting those kinds of things to one another. Especially when neither of us actually wanted this. And I'm finding it really hard to breathe at all as my lungs constrict and my heart flakes out with him being close enough to inhale, lick, grope….. I really need to get a grip. I pull the neckline of my T shirt to release the heat coming off in droves from me and fan my face to push these insane urges and mental images of him naked, out of my head. I want him to kiss me so badly, I can almost taste it.

I don't get a chance to give any kind of verbal response or even encouragement. I don't even get a chance to look up or think, and his sudden sweep into me, his fingers yanking my chin up as his lips crash into mine, knock me for six.

I'm shocked, frozen for a second by the instant lip to lip assault, but as soon as his warm mouth molds to mine, I literally lose all control. I kiss him back, hormones let loose and that craving hunger finding what it wanted after all, with a fever incomparable to anything and get lost in the sweetest tasting past time ever invented. Now I know what an urge taking over feels like and my inner wolf pushes beyond any control I have.

His lips open mine, tongues meeting for the first time and I experience my first ever French kiss with a clearly practiced mouth. I groan, succumb to his expertise as he yanks me into him and bodily crashes us together intimately. Our teeth clash with sheer ferocity in the devouring way we got at one another and his hand rakes my body, grinding me to him like he can't get enough as I completely succumb.

Lust fuels the animals in us, and he picks me up under the thighs, his grip bruising my tender skin as he wedges his body between my legs, pulling them around his waist and walks me back so he can jam me up against the wall, to fully push himself against me. He kisses me harder, with a passion that sets us on fire and I grasp and claw at his shoulders and neck in utter abandonment, scratching, biting , kissing and finding my rhythm and confidence in what he's doing to my mouth.. His tongue caresses mine and mentally I blurt insanely…

I want you inside of me. I'm going to self—combust if you don't.

Not even sure if I mind linked, or where this thought even came from, given I'm a virgin and never had a sexual urge in my life, but it only seems to make him kiss me all the more passionately. All sense lost as this bond engulfs us and he grinds into me until my urges reach fever pitch of heightened horniness and I start panting with the effort as my body vibrates and craves his desperately.

I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, almost choking him with the way I latch on, devouring him with equal fervor and find my motion, rubbing my pelvis up against what is clearly an erection, a very solid bulge in his pants, as we meet in every way. It doesn't even shame or shock me, instead it fuels my need to strip him naked and get on top of him to complete this union. He feels like the best thing in the world, smells, tastes, touches in a way that drives me insane with need and I now realize this bond is more powerful than even I gave it credit for. I want him so badly I might actually lose my mind if we don't do this.