TWENTY FOUR
Bella
This morning feels different.
For a start, the first thing I’m conscious of when I wake is a warm, firm presence behind me. The sound of deep breathing and Will’s earthy woodsy smell.
Then it hits me.
My mouth doesn’t feel dry. My neck isn’t stiff and sore. Instead of feeling heavy and sluggish, I feel light and happy; more rested than I’ve felt in months. This is the first time I’ve been able to sleep without sleeping tablets since the video went viral again.
I turn my face into the pillow and smother the tiny squeal of happiness that threatens to escape. The movement must wake Will, though. He stretches, hand tightening around my waist before sliding up to cup my breast.
A moment later, I feel movement elsewhere, too. A hard and insistent bulge presses against my backside.
I laugh. “Well, good morning. What is it about boobs, huh? Are all guys completely obsessed with them?”
A soft chuckle rumbles against my neck. He doesn’t remove his hand. Instead, he squeezes gently, as if assessing. “Hmm. I’m not sure. Are you certain they’re not magical? You haven’t used them to put me under a spell, have you?”
He moves his touch from the left breast to the right, cupping and caressing, breathing soft kisses against the back of my neck that make me shiver.
Very soon, I’m all wet and tingly. No longer sleepy, I’m dying for more of his touch.
“Will!” I protest.
He sighs. “No. I can’t work it out. You’d better let me take another look. You know, for science.”
I giggle when he lifts the covers and rolls me over, looking down at me. His wolfish gaze assesses both breasts in turn. Then he squeezes them together and lets them fall apart, only to repeat the motion.
As he does, I can’t help but stare at the straight, thick shape of his cock. I’m more than a little distracted by the way veins run around the shaft and the way the head peeps out from below the foreskin, pink and moist and inviting.
His cock jumps and his smile turns sheepish. “Sorry. Can’t help myself. Full moon. Bad time of the month.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. Not at all.” I’m just wondering what he tastes like, when he pushes forward a little, thrusting his hips so the hot tip brushes the inside of my breasts.
He sucks in a sharp breath.
His flesh is shockingly warm against mine. The tip is wet and leaves a damp sticky trail, as if he’s marking his territory.
I’m not sure why, but that thought is so incredibly hot a little spark of need tightens my core. “Again,” I whisper.
Something tense and predatory stalks across his features. Like an animal on the hunt.
I suppose he is, isn’t he?
The idea it’s me he’s hunting excites me. Only I want him to catch me and take what he needs.
I hold my breasts together and arch my back while he thrusts again. I watch in fascination as the foreskin peels back and slides down, exposing the head of his cock again and again with every movement.
Slow at first, like he’s taking my measure.
Can’t he see how much this excites me?
“They’re so fucking perfect,” he growls. “I’m ashamed to admit I’ve been obsessed with them for years.”
I laugh. “Really?”
“Really.”
“A director I worked with once said they were too small. Told me I should have them done.”
“Don’t you dare!” The possessive snarl in his tone makes me shiver.
Bracing on one hand, he leans down over me and pumps his hips. His cock slides faster between my breasts while I watch.
“They’re perfect.” He pushes forward. “Look how perfect.”
With each thrust, the tip comes closer and closer to my lips. I open my mouth, stretch out my tongue and lick him when he next pushes forward.
Will freezes.
His head drops and he lets out a low curse. “Fuck. If I’m not inside you soon, I might break something.” His body ripples. Muscles bulge and thick fur grows on the backs of his arms and shoulders and all down his chest.
I grin. His wolf is coming out to play.
At the base of his cock that thick bulge is back, and I ache with curiosity to play with it. Between my thighs, my pussy is slick and needy.
With a groan, Will pulls back and flips me onto my belly. Then he yanks up my hips and raises me to my knees. There’s a tear as he opens a condom wrapper. Then he’s back, notching the heated crown of his covered cock at my entrance.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask him breathlessly.
“Permission,” he growls.
“Fuck me.” I arch my back, presenting my pussy for him to take. “Now.”
He makes a guttural sound when he spears into me and sinks to the knot in one swift motion.
I gasp as I’m stretched and filled, but it is a small pinch of pain quickly replaced by the lush seduction of pure pleasure.
I moan when he moves in earnest, withdrawing and slamming back home again, all the time gripping my hips to pull me against him. God, his cock feels like it was made to fit inside me. I rock back in time with his movements, desperate for more—for all of him.
For that part I’m so curious about.
“God I love your cock.” My words are smothered by the pillow. I hope he knows I love more than that about him. “You think I’m perfect but you’re just—” My words are cut off with a cry of ecstasy when he reaches around me and finds my clit. Then my words turn into gibberish as he circles it with a fingertip, fucking and fucking me until I’m ready to melt into the mattress.
“Come for me. Come for me. You’re going to come for me, Bella.” He pounds into me.
His cock slides so beautifully in and out I can’t tell if he’s giving me the knot as well, or if it just feels that way. I’m filled up. Stuffed. Every inch of my pussy is stimulated in a way I’ve never felt before.
All my thoughts narrow down to the place our bodies join. My pussy and my clit where he’s rubbing me. All I can think of is the need to come. The need to give him what he wants and feel him explode inside me.
I cry out with every thrust. I regret every time he pulls back, only to rejoice with every plunge back inside.
Finally, he leans forward. His breath is hot on the back of my neck. His thrusts are shallower, but they hit just the right spot.
“I fucking love being inside you.” As he speaks, his lips graze my shoulder.
I imagine him biting down, sharp teeth leaving a mark that won’t fade for days.
That’s the thought I come to when I finally come apart.
The thought of wearing his mark proudly.
Of being his mate.
It’s the thing I want most in the world: belonging.
Belonging to him.
When my body stops trembling around him, he turns me over gently. Somehow, he slows the pace and stares longingly into my eyes as he moves. He must be desperate for his own release.
Only, just like he always does, he took care of me first.
“Finish in my mouth,” I beg him. “Let me taste you.”
A shudder runs through him. He pauses for a moment, eyes searching mine. “You want that?”
I nod. “I want all the things with you. This morning this is the thing I want most.”
As he pulls back and settles against the pillows, a little spark of excitement springs to life in my belly. My body is still glowing from the pleasure he gave me. I crawl between his legs and take his thick cock in my hand, discarding the condom.
The joy I get when I feel it jump is ridiculous.
I’m grinning.
“Can I taste you now?” I’m already lowering my head. Opening my mouth to take him onto my tongue.
Will groans. “Please.”
The smooth, slick flesh is warm until I wrap my mouth around him and take him inside. He tastes salty and a little of lube which disappoints me. I want him to taste like him. And like me.
I quickly forget about that and work my mouth as far down his shaft as I can. When I flick my gaze up to check, he’s enraptured watching me and I smile around his cock.
I make sure to let him see the way I’m loving this. I let it show on my face and take my time lavishing attention on every part of him. I draw my mouth down and up again, finding a rhythm he likes, using my hand as well.
When I lift my mouth from him next time, the head is slick with spit and I use it to lubricate the pumping of my hand over him while I take a breath. Experimentally, I slide my hand all the way down and squeeze the bulge at the base of his cock.
Will lets out a choked sound. His hand flies to the back of my head, gripping my neck.
I giggle. “Does that feel good?”
He releases a tortured groan when I squeeze harder. “Bella—fuck! I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
I just hum in satisfaction and lower my mouth over his cock again, keeping my hand where it is.
The tip has swollen even larger. It throbs between my lips as I close my lips around him. The taste is stronger, too. I swallow him down. Then I push myself down further still until I feel him at the back of my throat.
His hand grips me tighter. Curse words stream from his lips. I’d laugh, only, my mouth is busy. My poor wolf is getting desperate.
Working the base of his shaft, I slide down as far as I can go and hold it, resisting the urge to gag.
Then I lift a little and suck him, hollowing out my cheeks. Pumping his shaft. Drawing pleasure from him.
His body stiffens. He groans my name. Then his hips lift in tiny thrusts as he fills my mouth with hot, sweet liquid.
I swallow and lift my head, wiping my mouth and grinning up at him. “Good?”
He laughs. “Much, much better than good.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me soundly, tongue dipping into my mouth in a way that tells me he’s not worried at all about tasting himself on me.
I snuggle against him and breathe in deeply, savoring the scent. The feel of us together like this.
This is what I needed. This right here.
I only wish I never had to leave.