Thrown to the Wolves

16. Scarlett

It’sa kiss born out of my desperation and need, a clash of lips and teeth and tongues—but Lyssa is just as frantic as I am, and that surprises me more than anything.

She wants me.

She really wants, me, devouring me so completely that when I let my head fall back and gasp for air, she keeps on kissing down my neck, her hands sliding up my body, over my ribs?—

And then she stops.

“Fuck. Scar, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t?—”

“What are you talking about?” I pant out, pulling her mouth back to my neck. “Keep going. Please.”

She brushes her lips over my throat, back up to my ear. “You sure?”

“Please,” I beg again, and then I force myself to pause, to take the time to convince her. “That time we—in the shower—it’s the first time in five years that my brain finally shut up. It felt good, Lyssa. So good. I want you to make me feel good again. Help me feel…something other than the rage.”

Her dark eyes search mine for any trace of uncertainty. I hold her gaze. I’m not backing down now. Then, as if finally deciding, she hums low in her throat and puts her lips back against mine, soft and subtle, so that I lose myself in the press of her lips and the skill of her tongue, trying to go after her when she pulls away.

“I wanna take my time with you,” she tells me. “If we’re doing this, Scar, we’re doing it right. So get up—” She pulls me up with her, and we stumble over to the bed, where she rolls me onto my back and mounts me gently, sitting up with her thighs spread wide over mine. “You want to stop any time, you tell me,” she says, as she reaches for the button on my jeans.

“Take your top off,” is all I say. She gets my jeans open and then she complies, yanking off her top, pulling off the tank-bra she’s got on underneath, so that her breasts bounce free. She lets me fondle them while she works her fingers into my panties, watching my face as she explores. It’s tight, because my jeans are only half off, and she gets frustrated after a second, tugs them my jeans more?—

“That’s better,” she murmurs, sliding those long, skilled fingers right down between my legs. I bite back a moan as she teases me, circling my clit with her index finger and then further down, dipping inside me to see how wet I am for her.

Her eyes darken with satisfaction when she pulls it back out, my juices shining on her fingertips. “Oh, Scar,” she sighs, licking her fingers clean. “You’re so wet for me already.”

Before I can respond, she’s leaning over to push up my top to expose my bra, gathering my tits in her hands, kneading and squeezing them still in their bra cups, bending forward to let her tongue trace the valley between my breasts. She teethes through the lace at my already-hard nipples in a way that sends bolts of need straight down to where I’m already throbbing for her. And when she fishes them out completely and takes my right nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, it’s enough to make me arch off the bed and moan aloud.

Then she’s back to my mouth like she’s starving for me, her kisses branding me. Like I’m something to be coveted and cared for, not just another conquest.

It’s different, this time. Feels different to the shower. Just as incredibly good, but more…

More caring, somehow.

I never imagined the Wolf could be caring, not like this…

She trails her mouth lower, her tongue sliding down my abdomen, sending goosebumps in its wake as she gets closer to the ache between my legs. My breath catches when her hot breath ghosts over my center.

Then she slides off to the side, propping herself up on one elbow and looking down at me on the pillow, smiling a little at my frustrated disappointment. “I told you, doll. I want to do right by you tonight.” Her hand slides back into my underwear, stroking and petting, encouraging my legs to open wider. “That’s it, honey. Open up those silky thighs for me.”

Her eyes are fixed on my face as she spreads my pussy wide, and then she lifts up her breast and offers me a nipple to suck on. “Keep busy with that, and I’ll keep busy with this,” she says, sliding her fingers up the soaking seam of my pussy. I moan around her nipple, and she pulls me in close, cradling my head as she keeps the fingers of her other hand playing over my clit.

I lash my tongue around her hard, tight bud, sucking and tonguing as her fingers work me carefully, steadily. I focus on her warmth, on the scent of my arousal rising hot and damp between us, try not to think about anything else as she sets fire to my every nerve ending.

She pulls away just for a moment, just to strip off the rest of her clothes, and then yanks my jeans right down. “I’m gonna make you come, honey,” she tells me, rolling on top of me once she’s helped me with both my shoes and my jeans. “Just like this, I’m gonna fuck down on that hot, greedy little cunt of yours. So I can watch that gorgeous face when you shatter apart for me.”

The words alone are enough to send a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I grip the sheets as Lyssa positions herself between my splayed thighs, spreading her cunt wide and lowering it down on my own spread-open folds.

“Ohh—” I breathe out as the warm, wet sensation envelops me, the feeling of Lyssa’s slickness against my own making me pulse with immediate need. Her eyes are locked onto mine, her heavy breaths intermingling with my own as she slowly, teasingly grinds her cunt into mine.

“Lyssa,” I whimper, unable to hold back the moan that escapes my lips. Her response is to suck my lower lip into her mouth and rock her hips even harder. I can’t believe how good she feels as we move together, her clit firm against mine, rubbing and teasing as she rolls her hips.

Her eyes never leave mine. It’s like she’s trying to brand every second of this into her mind. Into her memory.

She groans low and deep, sounding almost desperate—God, she’s just as affected by this connection as I am.

“More,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she pants, “I could do this all fucking day.” She shifts my leg, grabs one of my quivering breasts for purchase, and picks up the pace until a slick squelching noise fills the room with each delicious push. All I can do is hold onto her, my hands digging into her ass, helping the muscles clench and move as we fuck with an increasingly fast pace.

She lets go of my breast to raise herself up high on her arms, her back arched, nipples swaying temptingly back and forth between us. “You like this?” she pants out. “You like how I fuck you, honey? You tell me, and I’ll let you come.”

“You feel so good,” I manage to get out, and then I whimper, “Harder. Please?—”

Lyssa responds by clamping her teeth down on my shoulder, just this side of painful, as she pistons her hips faster and faster, her clit swelling almost impossibly hard against mine, working me into a frenzy of need. “Come for me,” she demands. “Come on, come all over my cunt.”

The only thing in the whole world right now is the feel of her soaked, hot flesh against mine. I let out a strangled moan as the waves of pleasure crash over me in rolling, unstoppable waves. She fucks me through it, scoffing as I beg for her to stop, riding me through the first orgasm and right on in to a second, her strong thighs never faltering, and her cunt like wet satin on mine.

“Gorgeous,” she murmurs as she slows at last, and I’m thankful for it, my clit pulsing and aching, oversensitive. But she stays right there, letting me pant into her face until my breath slows and the world starts to come back into focus. “You get a two-minute break, sweetheart, and then I want you to come for me again.”

I groan, pushing back my sweat-soaked bangs. “Don’t think I can,” I murmur.

“You have to,” she tells me. “Because I didn’t yet, and I want to spill all over you while you’re in the middle of it. Mark out my territory.” She smirks as a full-body shudder goes through me. “Oh, you like that idea?”

No point pretending otherwise. “Yeah,” I tell her. “Yeah, I do. So come on—quit being lazy and get me all wet.”

And when Lyssa leans down to take my mouth again in a deep, teeth-filled kiss, I feel my mind going quiet once more. She starts grinding again, moaning into my neck as she finds the right angle, the right rhythm, gasping out her pleasure in hot breaths against my skin. Our kisses are frantic, hungry and desperate for each other, her hands tangling in my hair as she rubs hard against my aching, sensitive flesh. It’s intense and good and right. This is exactly what I’ve been craving without even realizing it—someone to fuck my brains out enough that all the bad stuff just…

Falls away.

The friction between us grows more intense, and I can feel myself starting to come undone again as she moves faster and harder, grinding down on my clit with such precision that I think I’m going to be ruined for all other women.

And that’s perfectly fine by me…

I come for the third time in a short, painful burst, crying out as the orgasm shoots white-hot through me, and she’s right there with me, soaking me just like she said she was going to, and the idea of having her mark me like that sends ghost-shudders through my cunt again, making me grit my teeth hard at the pleasure-pain sensation of it.

Afterward, as we lie still tangled in the sheets, and she’s stroking up and down my side, Lyssa speaks. Her voice is soft, almost regretful.

“Listen, Scar—I don’t want you to misunderstand. I’ll help you find your brother’s killer. But when it’s done…I’ll have to kill you. I have my orders from Hades, and you killed Syndicate members. There’s no way out of it. You gotta take what’s coming to you.”

I close my eyes, the weight of her words bringing me right back down to earth. I know she’s right. I knew where this path ended from the moment I started down it.

But even so, even with the specter of death hanging over me…I can’t bring myself to regret it. Because on any other path, I never would have met the woman lying warm and soft next to me, stroking my hair back from my face gently.

“I understand,” I say, my voice steady. “As long as you understand I won’t go without a fight.”

“I never thought different.”

She still sounds regretful, like she knows already that I won’t survive. But me? I have different plans.

“Then I accept your terms,” I tell her, then add, “You never know, I might die before we get to that point. Or you might. On this little quest of ours.”

Lyssa grins, but something like respect flickers in her eyes.

She leans over to turn out the light, and as we lie there in the darkness, the rain beating against the windows, I know my fate is sealed, one way or another.

But for the first time in a long time…I’m not alone.