CHAPTER 116: SWEET TORTURE...

"What did you think, that I’d give you a choice? You’re not coming until I say so."

Emerald stared at him, her lips parted, eyes hazy with need, skin flushed from the slow burn he’d lit inside her.

"Is that a problem?" His voice was smooth and captivating, softly authoritative yet somehow dangerous.

She hesitated, her heart thudding against her ribs, but the heat still coiling in her gut gave her away.

No. It wasn’t a problem.

A slow, knowing grin spread across Ares’ face. He leaned closer, close enough that she could feel his breath against her heated skin. "That’s what I thought."

Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue along her folds in a single, torturously slow stroke. Every muscle in her body tensed. Her breath hitched.

Emerald squirmed, her thighs twitching, but he didn’t let her move. Ares teased her mercilessly, dragging his tongue around her entrance and up to her clit, then pulling away before giving her any real pressure.

His mouth moved with deliberate slowness, tracing her most sensitive parts like he had all the time in the world.

He kissed her inner thighs, bit them gently... just enough to make her gasp, but always avoided where she wanted him most. She could feel the heat of his breath, the slight drag of his stubble, the smug curve of his smile.

He was enjoying every second of this.

She could tell from the way he looked up at her now and then, eyes gleaming, mouth wet from her. He liked having this control, liked watching her fall apart piece by piece.

Minutes passed like hours, and her need grew with every teasing stroke, every delay. Her body burned, ached, trembled.

"Ares..." she breathed in a shaky voice.

He didn’t respond. Not with words, just a hum that vibrated against her, making her hips jolt upward involuntarily.

"I can’t... Please..."

He only chuckled low in his throat, a wicked sound that made her toes curl. His hands gripped her hips tighter, anchoring her to the table.

"Ares..." she whimpered, her voice barely audible, like it was being stolen by the fire building inside her.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, then raised his head and looked at her, locking eyes. "Come for me, Emerald."

Before the words could even register, his fingers slid inside her wet tunnel... deep inside without any form of warning.

Emerald gasped, her whole body jerking from the shock of it. Her legs trembled, muscles seizing as the pleasure shot through her in a hot wave. He didn’t pause, didn’t let her adjust. He just started moving.

In. Out. Deeper. Faster.

Ares added a second finger, stretching her, filling her, making her whimper. The sensation was overwhelming. She clutched at the table, at his hair, at air... anything to ground her.

The pressure inside her was mounting, spiralling. Her stomach clenched. Her thighs shook. It was like being stretched across the edge of a cliff with no promise of relief.

Then he curled his fingers just slightly, and she nearly screamed.

The movement sent shockwaves through her. Her back arched, mouth open in a soundless moan. She was so close... so impossibly close.

But he didn’t let her fall.

It was sweet torture, and she was falling apart.

Her breath came in short, desperate gasps. She was sweating, burning, despite the cool weather the rain outside brought... her body twitching beneath his touch.

"Ares..."

His thumb found her clit, circling and pressing in maddening strokes.

She cried out, her hands shooting up... or is it down... to grab at his hair, fingers twisting in the strands. Her hips bucked helplessly, chasing his mouth as he latched onto her with hungry lips. His tongue flicked, fast and skilled.

Her thighs closed in on him, trapping him between them as the intensity built.

Ares growled, a deep, primal sound, and the vibration echoed straight through her. She nearly cried.

His fingers thrust harder; his thumb rubbed faster. His mouth sucked her clit until she was a shaking, broken mess.

Then he reached up, pinching her nipple with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers, sending another jolt of pleasure through her.

Emerald’s eyes shut tight. She was losing control, slipping under. The pleasure was too much, almost like a tsunami was cresting inside her.

"Please," she moaned. "I can’t hold it anymore. Please..."

"Look at me," Ares growled in a rough, almost strained voice. "I want to see your face when you come."

She forced her eyes open, tears pricking the corners as she met his gaze.

His eyes were dark... hungry and intense.

"You’re beautiful like this," he said, still moving his fingers, still circling her clit. "I could watch you forever."

Then he sucked her clit hard.

Her back lifted off the table, her body snapping taut like a bowstring... and she shattered.

The orgasm hit her like a wave crashing down, knocking the breath from her lungs. She cried out, legs twitching violently as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Ares didn’t stop. He rode it out with her, working her through every second of her climax until she was boneless and limp.

When it was over, her hands fell from his hair, smacking against the surface beneath her. She was panting, drenched in sweat, vision swimming.

"Ohh... yes... again... don’t you dare let him stop, Emerald. Make him keep going until we can’t even stand. I want to howl for him..."

Emerald’s cheeks flushed even darker at the sound of her wolf’s horny demand echoing inside her head.

Ares finally looked up, his mouth glistening, and smiled that infuriating, sexy, pleased-with-himself grin.

"Good girl," he murmured. "You did so well."

She swallowed, her throat dry and tight. Her brain was still rebooting. "What?" she rasped.

"I’m not done with you yet," he whispered.

Her eyes widened, pupils still dilated. "Oh."

"Unless you’re not ready."

"No," she said quickly, sitting up slightly. "I am. I want more."

His gaze darkened, body tensing in anticipation. "Good."

"Wait," she said suddenly, pushing up onto her elbows, hair sticking to her forehead.

Ares paused, curious.

"You’re still wearing your pants."

He raised a brow. "You want them off?"

"Yes."

"Then take them off."

Her breath caught at the invitation, at the way he stood still, watching her with heat simmering beneath his skin.

Emerald reached for his waistband, fingers trembling slightly. She tugged his pants down, eyes never leaving his.

He helped her, guiding her hands. And then she saw him: his length, thick and heavy, not even fully hard yet but still... massive.

She had thought Adrien was big, but the difference was obvious. Ares was built like a god.

She blinked. Her pulse skipped.

Ares noticed.

"What do you expect from a 6’6 guy?" he asked, clearly reading her mind.

"Sorry, I’m just..."

"Staring."

"Yeah."

"Are you scared?"

"A little."

He stepped closer, voice softening. "Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle."

"I don’t know if..." Her voice faltered, and she looked away.

Ares leaned in, hands cradling her face. "Hey. If you want to stop, we stop. But if you don’t try, you’ll always wonder."

Her eyes dropped to his cock again. No need to guess... he had to be nine, maybe ten inches. And thick. Thick enough to make her question her life decisions right now, having a steamy session with an almost-immortal.

His length twitched under her gaze, and a low growl rumbled in his chest.

Emerald reached out, wrapping her hand around him. He was hot, thick, pulsing with need. Soft and hard all at once, and her body responded instantly.

Ares’ hands slid down to her shoulders, massaging gently. "Relax," he said. "You’re nervous."

"A little," she admitted with a shy smile.

"We’ll go slow."

"Yeah. Sure."

He chuckled. "That’s the right attitude. Now, what were you doing again?"

"Taking your pants off?"

"I thought that was already done."

"No. I haven’t finished," she said, trailing her hand down his shaft.

He inhaled sharply, jaw tightening. "Right. Sorry. I was distracted."

"It’s okay."

She let her fingers explore his length, the weight of him, the smoothness of his skin, the firm heat.

Then her hand moved lower, cupping his balls gently. She was surprised by how soft they felt, how smooth the skin was.

Ares groaned low in his throat. "You’re making it hard for me to stay in control, little wolf."

Emerald smiled. "Maybe that’s what I want."

"Is it now?"

"Yes," she whispered, and then she took him into her mouth.