Chapter 32 #2
He sucks hard enough that I hiss as stars burst in front of my eyes, and then he kisses the sensitive perimeter of it in a silent claim.
I groan as he moves lower, ghosting his teasing lips over my chest before returning to my mouth. His lips seal over mine, tasting and prodding until he sucks my bottom lip between his and then parts them to delve deeper.
Shuddering over him, I run a hand up his shirt against his warm skin, and he hums at the touch. I touch Jewels reverently at first, as if this is my first time feeling his body, but when he arches into me, I palm his chest harder, my nails biting into his skin until he gasps against my mouth.
I want inside of that heat so bad it hurts.
“Please,” he groans, pulling his lips from mine.
“We’re not rushing this,” I pant as I meet his eyes. “I told you I was going to take this slow …” I remind him—and myself—as I sit up enough to peel his shirt off, “and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
His next breath is stuttered, and I don’t give him the chance to catch it, leaning down to take his nipple in my mouth. My fingers find the other and his moans make my cock strain against my sweats.
His scrambling hands fist the sheets as I swap sides. I lap and tease until they’re hard, and Julian shudders with every flick. Only then do I move lower. I travel down the centre of his chest, my hands on his thighs following my descent, until my tongue finds his navel.
I dip inside, just to feel the way his stomach flinches in response, and when his eyes meet mine, I slip my hands between his spread thighs.
“Oh Goddess!” Julian moans when my fingers circle his cock. Hard and twitching, it presses against the thin fabric of his boxers and my hand.
His feet plant at my sides as I rub him, kneading while my lips kiss down his inner thighs. They try to close around me, but I force them wide, sucking and teasing him until he’s leaking through the fabric.
I hook my fingers in his waistband and slowly drag his boxers down, freeing his cock. I lick my lips before working down every inch of him. Between ragged breaths, I kiss and suck until I’m at the base of his heat.
“Aiden!” he cries out, and then again, but even louder when I take him in my mouth. Eyes falling shut, I savour the taste of him before I suck him down for more. “Ah! Oh my … fuckk.”
Reaching up, I find his nipples again and pinch them, making him thrust off the bed. My mouth fills, my throat strains, but I don’t pull off as Julian slides to the back of my throat and his quivering hips frame my face.
I blink up at him, and his eyes are heavy, hungry, locked on me as I slowly draw back with hollowed cheeks. He shudders as his wet cock slaps against his stomach, and I can’t stop the growl that rips from my chest as I take him in.
I tug his underwear the rest of the way off, slide my palms up his warm, naked body, then under his ass, giving him a firm squeeze that makes fresh precum bead at his tip.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, before licking it off. I circle him with my tongue while I take him back into my fist, pumping him leisurely so that he can keep feeding me his precum.
I keep him there, suspended between too much and not enough, until I move my free hand lower.
My fingers slip down his crack until they find the soft, tight entrance of him. I shudder just as he does, and our eyes lock.
He knows what I’m about to do, it’s further than we’ve ever gone, but he doesn’t freak out. His breathing picks up but so does mine.
I pull off his cock, intending to ask anyway, but Julian reaches overhead and pulls a small bottle of lube from under the pillows.
He tosses it at me, and that’s all the answer I need.
I pop the lid and drench my fingers, rubbing them together until they’re slick before I brush them against his opening.
Julian’s breathing slows and then deepens as I rub his rim, teasing him with gentle pressure until I slip my finger inside. He stiffens immediately, tensing all over until he forces himself to relax. But his face still contorts with his discomfort.
“It’s okay,” I whisper while I stroke his still-hard cock a little tighter. “It’ll feel good in a minute.”
My finger slides deeper, reaching a knuckle before I ease it back. Stroking him, I slowly start to fuck him with my finger. I try to focus on loosening him and not on how warm and snug he feels, on how his walls seem to suck down on my finger.
It doesn’t take long before his body starts to give.
A rushed breath slips out of him, a near moan.
My lips quirk as I try to mirror my last motion, curling my finger and pushing in with a little more force.
He whimpers, and I make it my mission to wring every one of those breathless sounds out of him.
I burrow deeper, moving faster, until the slide of my finger is steady and familiar, and Julian’s moans grow louder.
I thought I knew his sounds, but not like this. Not with his legs spread, his eyes half closed, lying beneath me as I get him ready to take me.
Goddess, bless me with patience.
Using more lube, I add another finger. His breath hitches, but soon he’s chasing it, lost in it again.
I work him slowly, stretching him open while I mouth his cock, keeping him hard. I spread the digits, curl and twist them. I open him up and watch the way his tight hole teases me.
I’m drooling by the time I’ve worked in a third finger, and I make good use of it by taking his cock into my mouth again.
“Plains!” Julian moans, the sound filling our room and my mind as I make his body mine. His body bows as I fuck into him, and he starts pushing himself down onto my fingers.
“So—so good!” His voice cracks, thin with pleasure, and I don’t let up.
He cries out as I drag my tongue from the root up, making him quiver as the force behind my fingers turns merciless.
He squirms, panting, then jerks when I crook my fingers deeper, and I know I’ve found his prostate.
It’s enough to drive me crazy, worse yet when I nudge the spot again and his eyes cross.
I can’t wait another second.
Slipping my lips off his cock, I ease my fingers out of him and Julian whimpers at the loss. His hole tightens, clenching as if it’s begging to be filled. Fuck.
I strip, tossing my clothes behind me, then settle back over my mate. He stares up at me, spent, waiting and eager, and I’m no better.
I need this now. Need him now.
Julian reaches down and wraps his fingers around me. I hiss, shuddering at the contact, and he smiles up at me. Goddess, that fucking smile.
“You ready?” I ask, nudging his legs further apart and positioning myself between them.
His hands slip away, leaving my cock pressed against his rim. He grips my hips instead, blue eyes wide, his heart racing like mine.
He nods a little and pushes up on his elbows to kiss me. It’s soft and careful.
“Yeah,” he whispers, lying back with a small smile. “You?”
I kiss him again, slow ’cause I’m shaking a little. “Yeah.”
Julian’s arms come around me, keeping me close, and I stay right where I’m meant to be, with my forehead against his and my soul reaching for him.
I hold myself firm before I tilt my pulsing tip to his entrance. His eyes dart between mine and as we take our next breath together, I push in.
There’s some resistance, and it’s slow, but then my head slips in and Julian gasps.
Holy fucking shit—he’s so tight. Vice-like and slick with the lube, his hole is perfect and so warm I feel like I’m on the verge of coming already.
Blinking wildly, I try to stop panting, but I’m not the only one struggling as Julian’s fingers dig into my shoulders.
Right. Fuck. I shove away my own arousal, ignoring it as I ease my hips back a fraction before pushing in. I do it again, over and over, until Julian’s body begins to adjust and I sink deeper.
“A little more,” I say, pausing so he can breathe, but it has the opposite effect.
“There’s more!” he bursts out in absolute horror.
I bite back my snort and kiss his forehead instead. I hold still, kissing his slick skin until he relaxes again. Once he does, he tugs me closer, and I sink in until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Shit,” Julian whispers, stomach quivering.
“Take your time,” I pant against his skin. “There’s no rush.”
And there isn’t. This is already so much. So fucking good.
His walls flex around me, and my eyes roll as pleasure skitters down my spine, but I keep my hips where they are.
Fingers digging into my skin, Julian takes his time breathing. “You can move,” he whispers.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Eyes on his, I ease out then thrust, pausing when he clenches his teeth. He nods and I try again, slower this time, but tears swim in his eyes, and I feel like my heart is splintering.
“Keep going, Aiden,” he says firmly. “I just need to adjust.”
“But—”
“We’re switching places if you don’t,” he threatens, and it makes me snort.
“Alright, Jewels,” I agree before I give him what he wants.
I lean in and thrust, slow but deep, and I don’t stop. I bury myself with each stroke, relishing in the feeling of being inside him. He’s so tight, all my blood rushes south.
I find his lips, hoping to ease the pain even a little, and slowly, Julian opens to me. His fingers loosen their lethal grip, and spread flat against my back, urging me on.
“Fuck!” He breaks the kiss to throw his head back, moaning, and my heart soars at his first full, raw sound. “Aiden,” he whines, making my eyes glow. He clamps down on me, sucking me with that tight, blessed hole. Fuck me. “Faster,” he begs, voice frayed.
When his legs come around me, any trace of the pain slips from his face as raw pleasure rushes to take its place.
It’s all I need. I quicken my thrusts, curl my hips, and focus on getting Jewels there.
“Fuck, Julian,” I curse, groaning as I stretch him open on my cock.
My mouth finds his ear, and I bite down—suck the lobe between my lips while my hips roll.
“Yes—right there!” he cries out when I hit that soft spot inside of him. I drive myself into him again, making him scream until his voice grows hoarse and those cries become whimpers.
“Julian,” I groan. I sit up and drag him to me by his legs, squeezing them to my chest and rocking my hips into him.
He stares while his body takes me with each thrust, gripping my knees, holding on and drowning me in the pleasure of him.
“More. Aiden, m-more.”
Panting, I grab his hips and bring him down onto my length as I drive up into him. Julian arches, crying out as he clings to the sheets and his body shines like some celestial offering.
“Julian,” I moan as I feel myself getting closer.
It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long, and I’m not getting another. My canines press against my gums, desperate to sink into flesh and knit our souls together.
I want to make him mine.
I spread Julian’s legs, and he’s already reaching for me. I pull him up, sitting him in my lap, and then I’m lost in blonde hair and blue eyes. He sinks down, taking every inch of me while I melt beneath him. His expression crumples as he rides me.
We’re tumbling towards the edge, rocking, grasping, holding, claiming.
“Julian,” I beg, drawing his heavy eyes to mine. His canines flash. I push his hair from his neck, and he tilts, offering the smooth curve of empty skin waiting for me there. He tugs my head to the side, running his tongue over the spot.
I finally sink my teeth into his shoulder the moment I feel his bite into mine, and then there’s nothing but the bliss of it.
The world becomes a white, blinding heat. He floods my system, waking it for what feels like the first time. I’m falling through the earth, sinking, until Julian’s spirit latches around me, knitting us together through our bond and lifting me up.
Inch by inch, we come together until no part of me doesn’t begin or end with some part of him.
Skin on fire, I tremble against Julian as electricity runs through the open current between us.
It’s only then that I realise that I’ve come, and I’m shaking from the ecstasy of my orgasm.
Julian’s release is all over my stomach, and it’s another claim I never want to lose.
Slowly—so slowly—we ease our canines from each other, and the loss of it is painful until the indent of the mark cements itself. Greed makes me lick his bite and Julian tenses up all over again before he cries out and sinks back down onto my cock.
He comes again, in small spurts, before he falls limply on my chest. Then he must want revenge, or maybe he’s just as greedy as I am, because his tongue finds my mark, and it’s …
indescribable. The attention to the sensitive area that’s his, a claim of him on my body and my soul—possession and answer, all at once.
I come again, and he laughs weakly against my chest. We stay there, panting, still wrapped around each other.
Time stretches until he pulls back to look at me with those bright blue eyes that seem a little brighter now. When a wide smile splits his face and he stares at me like I’m his world, I feel dizzy with how much I ache for him.
He kisses me and my lips spread under his, matching his smile as the room fills with the mixed scent of both of us.
We’re bonded—mated in every way. And Julian Heil is all mine.
I rest my forehead against his but keep my eyes open. Studying those soft lips that belong to this bewitching wolf.
The wolf I hated then adored.
The wolf that is now mine.
This wolf that I love.