Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 292: First, angel, I need to ruin you

"You.." He shook his head, that incredulous smile still pulling at his mouth. "You have no idea what you do. The others warned me. They said you’d just say things. Casually destroy a man with three words and a pair of fox ears."

"I’m efficient."

"You’re lethal."

Dimitri’s thumb traced her lower lip. Slow. Deliberate in a way that made her hips shift restlessly beneath him. His gaze tracked the movement, and the softness in his expression sharpened into something hungrier, a predator remembering what it was.

"May I?" he asked. Formal. Controlled. As if the hand pressing into the mattress beside her head wasn’t white-knuckled with restraint, and hell, she was pretty sure his hand was bleeding.

Felicity slid her fingers into his hair, fine as silk, cool against her heated skin and pulled him down the last inch.

Their mouths met.

Not gentle or careful. The patience he’d mentioned, the weeks of watching and waiting and holding himself back, all of it collapsed the instant her lips parted beneath his. He kissed her like a man drowning, one hand cradling her jaw, tilting her where he wanted her, tongue sweeping past her teeth with a confidence that turned her bones to liquid. Dimitri drew back and just looked at her, with a blushing, panting face and searching eyes.

His mouth crashed back onto hers, but this time it wasn’t drowning; it was claiming territory. Tongue fucking her deep and filthy, stealing her breath until stars exploded behind her eyelids. She could smell blood, his knuckles split open from gripping the mattress.

Her body arched off the mattress, pressing her soft curves flush against the hard planes of his chest, his abdomen, the undeniable, massive bulge trapped beneath his fly grinding against her mound. A raw, wrecked groan tore from Dimitri’s throat, vibrating straight into her mouth, making her toes curl violently, and her fluffy fox tail instinctively coil tight around his thick thigh, pulling him impossibly closer.

Dimitri felt it, fuck, he saw it, his predator’s gaze snapping down, the softness in his crimson eyes incinerated, replaced by pure, ravenous hunger. Like a starving wolf finally cornering its prey.

He pulled back just enough to breathe. His lips dragged along her jaw, her ear, the sensitive base of her fox ear where fur met skin, and she gasped a sharp, involuntary sound that made his entire body tense above her. "haaah-"

"There," he said. Low, deep and possessive. "Right fucking there. That sound. That’s mine."

"You-that’s cheating." Her fingers tightened in his hair. "Nobody told you about... "

"Nobody had to." His mouth returned to that spot, lips brushing, then teeth scraping lightly. A whimper escaped her, high and needy. "I’ve been watching you for weeks, bug. Every fucking second, I know every tell. Every twitch of those perfect ears." His tongue flicked against the fur-skin junction. "Every fucking place that makes you..."

He pressed his lips there again, sucking lightly. This time, the sound she made was pure, unfiltered want, a choked, keening moan that echoed in the sudden silence, embarrassing and utterly devastating.

"-do that," he finished, his voice thick with dark, infuriating satisfaction. He owned that sound, he owned her.

"I’m going to kill you," she breathed, the threat utterly undermined by the way her hips were grinding against his cock.

"After," he agreed, his voice a dark promise. He kissed her again, deep and filthy, but this time his hips settled fully between her spread thighs.

The solid, searing heat of him pressing against her core, the sheer, intimidating size outlined through the fabric, fuck, it felt like he was splitting her dress, short-circuited her brain.

Her legs locked around his waist, feet digging into his ass, pulling him impossibly closer, demanding more pressure. Dimitri’s hand, the one not bleeding onto the sheets, found her hip. His grip was bruising, possessive, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She welcomed it. Craved the marks. Wanted the fucking purple blossoms blooming tomorrow as proof this savage claiming was real.

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead hard against hers, both of them panting like they’d run miles. His thumb, slick with her sweat, stroked the exposed curve of her waist where her shirt had ridden up, tracing the dip above her hipbone. The tenderness of the touch, after the raw fucking intensity, was almost worse.

"Felicity." Just her name. Rough. Wrecked. Laden with weeks of pent-up hunger, devotion, and a possessiveness that bordered on madness. His. She was already fucking his in every way that mattered, she just didn’t know it yet. In his head, the vows were already fucking sworn.

Her hands rose, trembling, to cup his face. She traced the sharp, beautiful angles – cheekbones like blades, the strong line of his brow, the corner of his mouth still hinting at that startled laugh. Her thumbs brushed over his lips, swollen from kissing her.

"You waited for me," she whispered, awe cutting through the haze of lust.

"I’d have waited fucking forever," he growled, the truth blazing in his crimson eyes. Not like Victor’s commanding inferno. This was deeper, hell, it was hotter banked coals finally given air, roaring into an all-consuming blaze meant only for her. He turned his face into her palm, pressing a searing, reverent kiss against her skin. The tenderness cracked something open inside her chest.

"You don’t have to wait anymore."

His hand on her hip slid down, fingers pushing her dress up. "But first..."

His gaze locked onto hers, that possessive fire blazing. "First, angel, I need to ruin you."

His fingers, thick and calloused, didn’t hesitate. They pushed past the flimsy barrier of her panties, sliding through the slick heat, waiting for him. Felicity cried out, her head thrashing back against the pillow. Fuck. She was drenched, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate.

"Jesus, you’re fucking soaked," Dimitri groaned, his voice thick with awe and lust. He dragged his middle finger through her dripping folds, gathering her arousal, circling her swollen clit with agonising slowness. Sparks shot up her spine. "All for me? This greedy little cunt, weeping just ’cause I’m near?"

"Yes," she gasped, her hips lifting, chasing his touch. "Yes, Dimitri, please..."