Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Are you sure about this?” Blaze asked for the umpteenth time.

Arabella nodded. “I am.”

He released his grip on her and assessed her with hooded eyes.

She gasped as he hoisted her in his arms suddenly and strode to the enormous bed. And then, gently, he laid her on it.

“Tell me to stop if I am hurting you. I don’t want…”

“You are not hurting me,” Arabella said, cutting him off.

He was already too gentle. Yet, she wanted him to go as rough as he could.

Nevertheless, she liked how he was going slowly, although teasingly.

“Shove me when I am going too fast, and I’ll stop.” Blaze rushed out.

And then he flushed. He was hot, freaking too hot. He wondered if it was Arabella’s semi-naked body that was for his view alone or the way she was staring at him that made him feel that way.

Still, he couldn’t back down. He didn’t want to act macho, and at the same time, he didn’t want to act like a coward.

Of course, he was scared of hurting her, but he doubted he would not stop when she tried to stop him.

He had self-control. He reminded himself, but within him, he knew his self-control would never work on Arabella.

She made him act crazy. Her scent drove him over the edge, and now her body was doing the same.

Arabella glimpsed the worried look in his eyes. She believed he questioned his ability to stop. And she wondered if there was any way he could hurt her more than she had been by Sandro.

After all, she was no longer a virgin. The word was at the tip of her tongue, but she halted herself. She thought of how it’d sound to him.

Blaze was fucking a used product. That was what it seemed to her. But did that matter? Perhaps, not to him.

To her, it did. She wished he was her first.

Blaze helped her out of her clothes, and his lips connected with hers again.

Arabella moaned into his mouth, gripping his hair and wrapping her long limbs around his midsection.

“Fuck.” Blaze groaned. His dick bulging in his pants.

He had barely done what was in his mind, and he was about to burst already.

The feel of Arabella’s body on his was driving him crazy. Her satin skin, her intoxicating scent and her mouth…

Fuck.

Blaze halted as Arabella’s hand moved to his pants. She undid his zip, and her hand slipped into his jeans.

He flushed, and his eyes strayed to her face. He glimpsed a blush on her cheeks, and he shook his head.

Pushing her hand out of his pant, Blaze raised them above her head.

“Why?” Arabella furrowed her brows. She breathed in sharply as Blaze took a pointed nipple in his warm mouth.

He kissed the tip and bit on it before licking.

Arabella twitched and groaned as his free hand caressed her breast before he began sucking again.

“I want you in nothing.” She scowled, gripping his shirt as soon as he released her hand. “It’s unfair I am in nothing, whereas you are fully clothed!”

Blaze slapped her hand away yet again, and he stood to his feet.

“What?” Arabella shot out of bed, ignoring her bare body. “Are you stopping already?”

“No,” Blaze murmured. He undid the top button of his shirt. “I’m just starting.”

Arabella creased her brows as a smirk formed on his face.

“What’s that look?” She murmured, biting her lower lip.

“Come here,” Blaze murmured, and she did. “You look hot when you do that.”

“Do it again.” He gripped her chin and slanted her face.

“Do what?” She asked, licking her lip.

“Bite your lip.” He said.

Arabella bit her lower lip and giggled as she heard him groan.

Blaze stared at her thoughtfully and murmured. “I want you to be my submissive.”

Arabella nodded meekly.

She knew what he was talking about and was glad he had even asked her. Whereas Sandro…

She pushed his thoughts out as Blaze led her back to the bed. He sat her down and squatted to her eyes level.

“As I said, if I am going too fast, you should tell me to stop. There are rules, but I won’t want to go into the details for now. I want to get inside of you as soon as I can. I sense you are ready for me.”

Arabella clamped her legs as her juice nearly licked out of her pussy.

She glanced at him as he went on.

“Say green for me to go faster and not stop. Call me Cole to stop me from hurting you. Is that cool by you?”

Arabella nodded again.

“Good.” Blaze grinned. “I think that is what you need to know.”

He pulled a black fabric from his back pocket and waved it in her face. “I’ll use this to blindfold you, to limit your vision, and I’ll like minimal noise. It can be distracting when you talk.”

Arabella gripped her thighs as he closed her eyes with the fabrics. Her centre dampened as his hand went to her nipple, tweaking it.

Blaze pushed her to the bed, spreading her legs wider than usual, restraining her. She was sure it was handcuffs she felt around her legs and used them to restrain her, including her hands.

She wondered if all men were that way; they used all forms of bondage tools on women. Sandro had done the same thing to her over again. All were without her consent, and she had thought he was punishing her for being defiant and didn’t know it was part of the sexual practice.

Arabella believed she was that naive.

Yet, she wouldn’t say she entirely loathed everything she did with Sandro, but he hasn’t given her a chance to feel a thing.

He had made her feel used, dirty and like garbage. He had tossed her around like dirt and whipped her until she was almost lifeless countless times.

But Blaze was the opposite of him.

“Blaze?” She murmured as she didn’t feel him by her side. The bed dipped, and she gasped as she felt something cool between her thighs.

“Not a word.” He growled, his hand moving inward.

Arabella writhed and frowned. At this moment, she wished she had seen what he was doing.

But she could sense what it was without even seeing it.

He was currently rubbing an ice cube in her centre.

Fuck.

It was cold and delicious.

He brought the cube to her mouth a second later, and Arabella murmured, “Am I to lick it?”

“Yes,” Blaze muttered.

She licked on the cube and flushed as she tasted herself.

Blaze’s senses were heightened as he watched her suck on the cube and his thumb. His dick pulsated in his pants.

After a while, he discarded the cube and gripped her legs. Pulling her up, he buried his face in between them.

Shit!

Her scent.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Blaze thought it was the strongest up, but the down even packed more, and he couldn’t move away.

He was hypnotised and practically drugged with it.

“Mark her already!” Red growled.

‘Not now.’ Blaze growled back.

He wanted to taste her, to fuck her before he could think of staking a claim on her. He desired to wash every bit of Sandro’s way from her system.

He didn’t tell her that, and he presumed he need not. Mentioning Sandro’s name might ruin the moment, but he was trying to cleanse her and, not only that, remove the ridiculous mark he had placed on her.

“What the fuck are you doing, Blaze? You should fuck…”

“I said not a word!” Blaze growled, slapping his hand over her mouth.

Arabella gasped as his hand slipped into her. He tilted her back with his palms and kneaded her backside whilst licking her pussy.

She arched her back at the feel of his tongue and teeth on her.

Shit.

She was going to orgasm. She couldn’t hold it in as she had wanted to.

She curled her toes as her legs spammed and bit down on her lip as a scream threatened to burst out of her throat.

“Just release it.” Blaze said. And she did.

She let out a loud shriek, calling his name as she came.

“You are so loud.” He complained.

“I’m sorry,” Arabella panted, exhausted. She tried relaxing but doubted she could as it seemed he was starting.

He gripped the blindfold from her eyes. “I want you to stare at me when I fuck you.”

“That sounds hot,” Arabella whispered. Her voice was hoarse.

“Just do as I say.”

She nodded and watched him strip out of his shirt slowly.

She was tempted to dash out of bed and shred his clothes out of his body, but she was still restrained.

She was impatient and didn’t think he would waste more time having her.

Blaze joined her back on the bed. He stroked his dick for a while before nestling himself in her centre.

He didn’t plunge inside immediately; he stayed by the entrance of her pussy and stared at her face.

The many emotions that passed through it. Ranging from curiosity, need, lust and many more.

He enjoyed seeing all of them, and he wanted to see more.

Arabella moved her waist slightly, and his dick, still in her entrance, slipped into her.

She clenched her hands whilst trying to accommodate him.

He was big. Fucking big but not like Sandro, whose dick seems as though it would rip her into two anytime, he slipped into her

Perhaps, she shouldn’t compare both men; she couldn’t help it.

Blaze let out a grunt as he shifted inside of her.

Arabella moaned as he thrust wildly and even rougher. She snapped her eyes shut and opened them when she felt a grip on her neck.

“I told you to watch me.” Blaze said.

Arabella’s eyes rounded as he continued gripping her neck. But his hold was not tight, and she wished he could tighten it. She was enjoying it.

She was enjoying the pain, and she wanted more.

Blaze’s mouth went to her ear, and he grunted, “Don’t ever give this pussy to anyone.”

Arabella blushed.

“Understood?”

“Yes…” She stammered.

Arabella whimpered as Blaze drove in and out of her swiftly over again. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m coming, shit, I am fucking…”

“Come for me, darling.” Blaze thundered.

Arabella cried out in ecstasy as she descended from the highest cliff Blaze had driven her to. And a while later, Blaze found his release.

*********

Blaze’s eyes flickered to the ceiling, then back to Arabella. It was the best sex he had had in a long while, and he seemed insatiable.

He wanted more, but she needed rest.

He didn’t want to make her unconscious.

Blaze had seen she was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness. It was the reason he had pushed himself towards his release, whereas he could keep going.

He removed the handcuffs from her hands and legs, and Arabella scooted into him.

“I love you,” Arabella whispered.

Startled, Blaze stilled. He waited a while to hear her giggle, but he heard snoring instead.

She had proclaimed her feelings and drifted off. Who did such?

And she loved him? He doubted, but he believed waiting for her to explain her feelings would be better. At the moment, he doubted that was what she felt for him.