Page 46 of Demon Rejected

I pulled his face toward my lips and we kissed, wild and deep, full of desire. He explored my mouth with a hunger that was without equal, making my legs turn to jelly. His body was a hard plane full of muscles that made it easy for my softness to melt against him.

“You have no idea how long i’ve been was for this, Scarlett," Kyle whispered, his voice hitched and a bit breathless.

The night was wonderful. I could hear the rustling of the trees and, at the same time, was aware and detached from everything around me. My heart beat loudly. I compared the kiss with the one I shared with Matt. My eyes opened and I saw the magic on Kyle’s face. He melted in the moment.

“Kyle, how about we go somewhere more private?" I whispered and took a deep breath. It was time. I won’t wait for Matt anymore. He rejected me. I don’t owe him a thing. Nothing. Not even an explanation for what is going on here.

“I have a spot.” Sure he does, I’m not the first girl he brings to the mill, and I won’t be the last, but did I care. No, all I cared about was having fun with Kyle and getting rid of this problem. There were way worse candidates than the sexy guy that was drooling over me.

He took my hand. We walked up a small, narrow winding stair and arrived in an attic. Crystals and twigs hang from the ceiling. A few small windows allowed the moon to shine and shed light over the attic.

“So, this is your seduction spot?" I asked with a smile on my face. “I have to admit, it’s not bad."

“You’re the first girl I’ve brought up here. I come here to read.” Kyle pointed toward a huge pile of books.

“Hey, it’s fine. I don’t care."

A double sleeping bag and a few random pillows were on the floor. The attic smelled like forest and Kyle. The breeze from the lake tickled my senses. I lay down on the sleeping bag. It was soft and smelled lovely, like grass and open fields and coffee. Kyle enjoyed espresso, same as me.

His fingers slipped into my wild red hair, and Kyle kissed me. He laid on top of me, his hard arousal pressing against my leather pants. My hips moved to get the maximum of friction from his hard cock pressing through his jeans. Kyle pushed my t-shirt up, his palm rubbing my nipple with his open palm. A moan escaped my lips. Kyle took it as encouragement, his lips tracing my collar bone, kissing and nibbling. My skin melted under his touch. We ended up glorious and naked soon. Sweet kisses made us forget time and space. Kyle sat there, looking at me in the moonlight. Even the way he looked at me made my soft, tender parts mushy.

It was time for me to be strong and take the reins in my own heart. My wolf was crying, upset with me for trying to forget Matt, but my body wanted it, melting under his fingers and hands, allowing the alcohol and lust to take over me. I sat on Kyle’s lap, straddling him, rubbing my wet pussy against his length. His cock was perfect for my needs, not too big but thick and hard as a rock.

I opened and guided him inside me. Kyle’s mouth claimed mine. It hurt, but only for a second. His light blue eyes looked into mine, and his hands grabbed my ass. He moved, and I moved with him. Kyle stood up with me wrapped around his cock and his hands on my ass. He put me on something that felt like a ledge and started fucking me deep and hard, so fast, that my whole universe contracted and dilated at the same time.

The pain that should have been associated with swiping my V card was more like a silent hurt. The wolf inside me calmed down with each push of Kyle’s cock. The wolf was silent and my world was loud. My nails dug deep into his back and Kyle roared.

“Hurt me, deeper!"

I wasn’t sure what I should say, but I knew he wanted pain and gave it to him. The tips of my fingers felt moist from his blood, my mouth landed on his neck, and I bit it hard. Kyle’s hand wrapped itself into my hair and pulled, hard, painfully. My neck was exposed. Kyle wanted to bite me, but Sparky wasn’t having it. I pushed hard against him and he landed on the floor. Pinning his hands above his head, I enjoyed a good dicking. Pleasure melted me, making my nipples hard again. It was an orgasm, not a big one. I had way better ones in my bed or the shower. Overall, Kyle’s performance wasn’t awful. He came right after I did, and his cum creamed my pussy.

Kyle moaned hard, wanting to kiss me. I pushed him away.

“Hm, thank you. I have to get up early."

I gave Kyle a small peck on his cheek and stood up, pulling my pants and my undies up at the same time. It’s practical that way. I couldn’t find my t-shirt. If I close my jacket, it’ll cover my tits. Kind of. They have a habit of peeking on top of the V of the jacket.

Cello was probably having fun. I saw her dancing and kissing the guy--Trevor, I think was his name--when I walked down the stairs.

Kyle said something, but I was too busy getting away from him as fast as possible. This was dicking only, swiping my V card. This prepared me for the next mission. You can’t become a stripper when you’re a virgin. That’s like fucking contradictory.

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Kyle

What the fuck was that?

I tried to get close to Scarlett for weeks. Actually, since she arrived at Shifter Nation HQ. I would have done everything for her to give me the time of day. She was assigned to my advanced fight class, and I was over the moon to train with her, only to see that she was immune to my charms. My full attention was on her. The more she rejected me, the more I wanted her. No matter who else I was fucking, it was like trying to extinguish a refinery fire with one single glass of water.

Scarlett is just…. I can’t even find the right words to say what she is. She is so different from all the others. Even our best female fighter stepped away when she entered a room, and she became friends with Cello. Cello, the girl who is more or less an outcast because the other bitches think she’s fat. Cello has a crush on me, I know it. My only problem is that I never felt the hots for her, she’s like my baby sister, only even I am not as much of a stubborn male to not realize that telling her, ‘hey, girl you’re like my baby sister’ would make her feel bad and unworthy. Ignore it and it may pass. This evening when Scarlett appeared, I felt my knees getting weak, and I had a feeling that she was going to open up.

I never had a problem getting girls. I prefer shifters because they’re okay with playing rough. Hard and wild. And now, we just had this hot fucking session, and this hot girl I wanted to eat out stood up and left.

A knock on the door made me smile and gets my hopes up.

“Did you come back for more, beautiful?” I’m using my best sexy voice.

The door cracks open and I see Mia, beautiful Mia, daughter of my father’s beta and my future mate if I can’t avoid it. Only I refuse to give her the time of day. Mia is perfect. Her blond hair shines under the pale moonlight like silver. Her eyes are dark, and I feel as if they hide something, a fear and need to control everything.

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