New Year with the Cartel (Nightshade Wolves #8)

Chapter 9

Gustall

I lay back on the bed, my body trembling with anticipation as Fendwyr loomed over me. The heat in his eyes was palpable, the way he looked at me like I was a delicacy to be savored. And that just might be the case.

It made me feel precious and desired in a way I had never experienced before. I had never experienced anything even remotely similar.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I can't believe you're real, that you're here with me."

I could hardly believe he had said those words and that we were here, doing this. It didn’t make sense. I had never felt anything as strong as what I felt for him. It was as if we were truly destined to be together, even though I had never believed in that sort of thing.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a thrill of excitement and trepidation mingling together in my veins. I wanted to believe him, wanted to trust in the sincerity of his gaze. But a part of me was still wary, still unsure if this was real or just another trick of an alpha trying to take advantage.

For as long as I could remember, I had always been wary of others and what they might do to me.

Fendwyr seemed to sense my hesitation, his expression softening slightly as he stroked a hand down my cheek. "I know you're scared," he said gently. "And I understand that. But I promise you, Gustall, I'm not going to hurt you. I would sooner cut off my own arm than cause you pain."

His words were so earnest, so heartfelt, that I found myself wanting to believe him. And as his lips met mine in a tender kiss, I let myself surrender to the moment, to the feeling of his strong body pressed against me, and it felt so right to be doing that.

He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. I moaned, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I arched up into him. He was so warm, so solid, and I craved the feeling of his skin against mine.

As if reading my mind, Fendwyr broke the kiss and sat back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. I drank in the sight of his naked torso, my gaze tracing the hard planes of his chest, the ripple of muscles down his abdomen. He was breathtaking, a work of art carved from stone. I just couldn't stop looking at him.

"Don't be afraid of touching me," he said. "I want to feel your hands on my skin."

I hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed them over the hot expanse of his chest. He shuddered beneath my touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a low groan.

"More," he growled, and I complied, letting my hands explore the firm contours of his body. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles bunched and flexed under my fingertips.

A moment later, he captured my wrists in his large hands, pinning them above my head as he settled his weight over me. The pressure of his body against mine was delicious, an addictive ache that made me squirm beneath him.

"Fendwyr," I gasped, arching up into him. "Please, are you..."

I didn't even know what I was asking for, but he seemed to understand. His lips found my neck, my throat, trailing hot kisses along the sensitive skin. I tilted my head back, baring myself to him fully as a needy moan escaped me.

"Yes, just like that," he purred, his voice vibrating against my flesh. "You're so responsive, so perfect for me."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me, and I could feel the evidence of my arousal growing, pressing urgently against the confines of my pants. Fendwyr chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to palm me through the fabric.

"You're dripping already," he observed, his fingers stroking along my length. "So wet for me, so eager. Just the way I like it."

I whimpered, my hips bucking up. I couldn't help it, couldn't control the way my body reacted to him. He was igniting a fire inside me, a hunger that demanded to be sated, and it needed to happen now.

"Please," I begged again, not even caring how needy I sounded. And, yes, it sounded ridiculous, but I couldn't control it. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I really need to feel you inside me."

He groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. "And you will," he promised. "But first, I want to taste you. I want to worship every inch of your body with my mouth."

I gasped as he pushed my shirt up and off, baring my torso to his hungry gaze. He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of me laid out before him like a feast.

"Magnificent," he breathed, his hands trailing over my skin, mapping every contour. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me so tight."

His words made me shudder, my body clenching with anticipation. But then his mouth was on me, hot and demanding as he licked a stripe up my chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around my nipple.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through me. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin as he lavished attention on the sensitive peak. It was too much, too intense, and I could feel myself spiraling towards the edge already.

"Fendwyr," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm going to... I'm so close already." And I couldn't believe I was so close despite this having started no more than a few minutes ago.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Hmm, no shame in that. Just do what feels natural to you."

And after saying that, he moved lower, his mouth trailing down my stomach, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just above my hip bones. I was panting now, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

When his hand slid into my pants, wrapping around my aching cock, I nearly screamed. The sensation was overwhelming, the feel of his calloused palm against my most intimate flesh. He stroked me firmly, his thumb rubbing over the weeping tip in a way that had me seeing stars.

"So, come for me," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "Show me how much you want this, how much you need me."

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a ragged cry, I tumbled over the edge, my release crashing through me like a tidal wave. I convulsed beneath him, my body wracked with pleasure as I spilled myself into his hand.

Fendwyr groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched me come undone. "It's a beautiful thing to be experiencing," he praised, pumping my cock through the aftershocks. "You're so beautiful when you let go like that."

I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated in the aftermath of my climax. But even as I drifted into the haze of pleasure, I could feel a renewed ache beginning to build deep inside me.

Because as good as that had been, it wasn't enough. Not when Fendwyr was still hard and heavy against me, his desire evident in every line of his body.

"I still need you to do one thing for me," I whispered, my throat feeling like it was clogged with sand. "Please, Fendwyr. I want to feel you inside me."

He shuddered, his eyes flaring with a predatory light. "And you will," he promised darkly. "I'm going to fill you up so deep, you'll feel me for days."

I moaned at the thought, my body already beginning to respond, to ache for him once more. He kissed me then, hard and deep, swallowing my cries as he ground his hips against mine.

I could feel the thick length of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he took me, before he claimed me in the most primal way possible.

And I couldn't wait. I wanted it, craved it with a ferocity that shocked even me. I needed to be his, needed to feel him moving inside me, filling me up so completely that there would be no doubt about who I belonged to.

"I'm yours," I breathed against his lips, my voice trembling with need. "Take me, Fendwyr. Make me yours."

He groaned, the sound rough and guttural as he captured my mouth in another searing kiss. And then, finally, blessedly, he was pushing inside me, his thick cock parting my flesh and sinking deep into my waiting heat.

I cried out, my body arching up to meet him, to take him even deeper. He was so big, so hard, and I could feel every inch of him as he stretched me open, filling me up so completely that I felt like I might split in two.

But it wasn't painful, not really. It was intense, overwhelming, but in the best possible way. And as he began to move, thrusting into me with deep, steady strokes, I found myself drowning in sensation, lost in the feel of him moving inside me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So perfect around my cock."

I could only moan in response, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me, winding the coil of pleasure tighter and tighter inside my core.

He angled his hips, hitting that special spot deep within me that made me see stars. I screamed, my back bowing off the bed as ecstasy crashed over me like a tsunami.

"You've done well so far," Fendwyr growled, his rhythm growing faster, harder. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart for me again."

And I did, my body shaking and shuddering as I tumbled over the edge once more, my release crashing through me with the force of a hurricane. Fendwyr followed me a moment later, his hips slamming into mine as he spilled himself deep inside me, flooding my channel with his hot seed.

We clung to each other as we rode out the aftershocks, our bodies trembling and twitching in the aftermath of our climax. I could feel him pulsing inside me, the sensation prolonging my pleasure even as it slowly began to ebb.

Eventually, he slipped free from my body, his softening cock sliding out of me with a wet sound. I whimpered at the loss, my body feeling empty and aching already.

Fendwyr gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he stroked my hair. "Shh, I've got you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You did so well, baby. You took me so perfectly."

I smiled weakly, snuggling into his embrace. I still couldn’t believe we had gone from being strangers to… this, whatever it was.

I was utterly spent, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. But even as I drifted in the haze of post-coital bliss, I knew one thing for certain.

I was his now, irrevocably and completely. And I had never felt so safe, so cherished, as I did in this moment, wrapped in the strong arms of my alpha.