Chapter 210: Missed This [R18]

Chapter 210: 210: Missed This [R18]

Commander Lynn crowded her against the wooden table, one massive hand already fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

Their mouths crashed together—hungry, open, teeth and tongue and the low growl that vibrated from his chest straight into hers. He kissed her with so much passion and intensity that anyone would go mad.

Ayra answered with equal force, hands wrapped around his neck as she opened her mouth to let him consume her with that hot tongue. She let his tongue play into her wet mouth while she entangled her tongue with his.

The two kissed with immense force and pleasure while holding themselves firmly, so much that they began staggering.

Commander Lynn kissed her as if he was hungry enough to swallow her up while they moved backwards until they began knocking things around.

A clay bowl fell, shattering against the floor. A wooden stool toppled next, followed by a stick at the side.

The two were kissing so intensely that things were falling in response. And as the noise echoed, the two stopped and stared down at the brown bowl.

Ayra smiled, her cheeks flushed as she stared up at the lustful wolf... his ears up, his cheeks red and hot as he stared at her instead.

Ayra stared down at Nyx who was still asleep. "Are we really going to do this here...? He’s asleep though," she expressed worriedly.

But Commander Lynn pulled her by the waist, pulling her close as he said, "I had my room arranged well this morning myself..."

Ayra casually let out a soft smile as she shook her head. "You... still persistent, I see..."

Before she could finish her sentence, he swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms. "Let’s go play in my room... I can’t wait any longer."

She had no words... she simply watched herself get carried away by the horny wolf who happily left Nyx’s room and made his way into his own.

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As soon as they arrived at Commander Lynn’s room, he slammed the door closed after dropping her to her feet. And immediately he turned to her, cupping her cheeks with both hands and crashing his mouth into hers.

Ayra’s mouth was open as he dug his tongue in. Kissing, sucking, licking and playing his tongue in hers while their saliva blended across their mouths in the heat of the passion.

"You’re so delicious..." Commander Lynn groaned in the pleasure, his hands digging deep into her hair while he devoured her mouth.

Ayra’s hands found his neck, circling it firmly while she let her mouth entertain him.

Without breaking the kiss he swept her up. One arm under her ass, the other locked around her back, he lifted her clean off her feet like she weighed nothing.

Ayra responded with a moan, wrapping her legs around his waist on instinct, still kissing him, still tasting the wild heat of him.

"Mmmm..." Lynn moaned as he carried her the short distance and laid her down with surprising care, never once taking his mouth from hers. Only when she was settled on the soft furs did he finally pull back enough to look at her.

His eyes were dark with hunger. The heavy, thick-built chest rose and fell with every deep breath. Then he leaned in again, slower this time, and kissed her while his hands carefully worked the ties of her clothing.

Soft leather and rough-woven cloth loosened under his hands. He peeled the top away first, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Then the skirt, the under-wrappings, everything, until she lay completely bare beneath him.

Ayra could now feel the heat of Lynn’s rut brushing all over her... so intense that she felt the urge to have him all over her immediately.

Then Commander Lynn sat back on his heels for a long moment and simply looked.

His gaze dragged from her flushed face down the column of her throat, over the full weight of her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach, the dark thatch between her thighs.

A low rumble rolled out of him. "So good," he muttered, almost to himself, and then his hands and mouth were on her.

Lynn started at her breasts—palms cupping the soft flesh, thumbs brushing the tightening nipples until they peaked.

And Ayra moaned in the immense pleasure, closing her eyes and feeling it.

Commander Lynn bent and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp, tongue flicking the sensitive tip while his free hand kneaded the other.

"So delicious," he muttered while he played her hard and felt her whole body quivering in pleasure under his touch.

Ayra arched, fingers threading into the thick fur at the back of his neck. And when he switched sides she whimpered, the dual sensations of hot mouth and rough palm sending sparks straight down between her legs.

The wolf spent long minutes there, alternating soft licks with firmer suction, occasionally grazing a fang carefully over the underside of a breast just to feel her shiver.

And then he moved lower.

Open-mouthed kisses trailed down her ribs, across her stomach. His broad hands stroked her sides, her hips, the soft inner thighs he gently pushed apart. When his mouth finally reached the heat between her legs she was already wet and aching.

"Ah..." Ayra let out a sharp breath of pleasure in response, feeling him getting there.

He dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, tasting her thoroughly. She cried out, hips jerking.

He held her open with both thumbs and licked again—deeper this time, circling her clit, then dipping lower to push inside her.

The wet sounds of his tongue working her filled the room. And she moaned aloud at each feel he got of her, intense and rapid moans, thighs trembling around his head, one hand fisting in the furs while the other stayed buried in his fur.

Commander Lynn kept her there, relentless and focused, alternating broad flat strokes with pointed flicks against her clit until she was writhing, close, begging without words.

And only then did he pull away, satisfied with the state he had left her in.