Chapter 20 #2
He stood perfectly still as I washed him, the cloth gliding over planes of muscle and the occasional scar.
I took my time, learning the topography of his body through touch, the ridge of his collarbone, the hollow at the base of his throat, the hardened peaks of his nipples.
When I reached the fresh scars from the Swarmer attack, I set the cloth aside and replaced it with my lips, placing gentle kisses along each silvery line.
His sharp intake of breath was immensely satisfying.
“Rozi,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
I pulled back, studying his face. Silver bled into his eyes as his wolf pushed closer to the surface. The need radiating from him was a tangible force in the steamy air.
For years, I’d built my identity around self-reliance. Around never needing anyone. Around maintaining control. And in this moment, I realized I could have both, connection and control. Vulnerability and power.
I pushed him back gently until he stood against the edge of the pool. Hoisting myself up to sit on the smooth stone rim, I deliberately parted my legs with knees raised and feet flat on the ledge, beckoning him with a crooked finger.
“Show me what you can do with that talented tongue of yours,” I commanded, spreading my thighs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my swollen, glistening pussy.
His eyes darkened to molten gold as he looked up at me from the water, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. “Yes, ma’am,” he growled, his voice vibrating through me even before he touched me.
I watched, mesmerized, as he moved between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing my thighs farther apart.
His breath teased my sensitive flesh, hot and moist, making my clit throb with anticipation.
When he finally leaned forward, the first swipe of his tongue sent electric currents shooting up my spine.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as he licked a slow path from my entrance to just below my clit, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most.
He continued his teasing, tracing my outer lips with featherlight strokes, occasionally dipping into my entrance just enough to make me squirm before retreating.
My juices mixed with the water, my arousal so intense I could smell myself, rich and musky.
His growl told me he could smell it too, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh.
I fisted my hand in his short hair, yanking sharply. “Firmer,” I ordered, using my grip to guide his mouth higher. “And stop fucking teasing.”
His eyes flashed up at me, filled with wicked intent, before he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked hard.
The sudden pressure after so much teasing made me cry out, my thighs clamping around his head.
His strong hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as he devoured me with single-minded focus.
“God… Yes… Just like that.” I panted, grinding shamelessly against his face. Water sloshed around us as my hips bucked involuntarily. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He slid two thick fingers into my soaked channel while his tongue circled my clit with devastating precision.
The dual sensation, stretching fullness and targeted pleasure, made my inner walls clench greedily around his fingers.
He curled them forward, finding that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Right there!” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Fuck, Brody, right there!”
The warm slide of his tongue. The gentle scrape of teeth that made me shudder. The vibration of his groan against my most sensitive flesh. Each sensation built upon the last, creating a symphony of pleasure that swept away all thought.
The pressure built, coiling tighter with each skilled stroke of his tongue. My thighs began to tremble, muscles tensing as I approached the edge.
“Inside,” I gasped. “Fingers.”
When he slid his fingers inside me, my head fell back, a cry escaping me as the first waves of pleasure crashed through my system.
“Brody,” I moaned, the sound of his name more prayer than command, my thighs squeezing his head.
He worked me through it, easing the pressure but not stopping completely until the aftershocks subsided. When I looked down, his eyes met mine, dark with satisfaction and undisguised need.
Without warning, he stood and lifted me in one fluid motion, water sluicing down our bodies as he carried me toward the massive bed. The feeling of being held against his chest, of his strength supporting me so effortlessly, sent a fresh rush of desire through my core.
He laid me on the bed with surprising gentleness, then stood back, watching me with an intensity that made me flush with heat.
I propped myself up on my elbows, taking in the sight of him completely aroused, his cock long and thick with the tip bouncing against his belly button, water droplets tracing tempting paths down his chest and abdomen.
“Come here,” I said, my voice low but firm.
He moved toward me, but I stopped him with a raised hand when he tried to join me on the bed.
Instead, I sat up, reaching out to trace my fingertips along the impressive length of his cock.
The velvet skin over steel hardness was fascinating, a study in contrasts.
When I wrapped my hand around him, his sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying.
“We need a condom,” I said, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Without protection, there’s still a chance you can get me pregnant.”
The biological realities of our situation were clear in my mind.
While Others couldn’t contract or carry STIs due to our enhanced immune systems, pregnancy was still possible between fated mates, though the probability was significantly higher during heat cycles.
I wasn’t in heat, but the possibility existed, nevertheless.
“I want you to choose when and if the time is right,” he said, his voice rough with desire but his eyes clear with sincerity. “I have condoms.”
I arched my brow. “You were confident.”
He shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “No, I was prepared for anything.”
The distinction made something warm unfurl in my chest, different from the heat of arousal. He retrieved a condom from his pack, tearing the wrapper with his teeth in a move that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.
“Let me,” I said, taking it from him.
I rolled the condom onto his length with deliberate slowness, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch, the barely restrained power in his frame. When I was finished, I scooted back on the bed.
“On your back,” I instructed, pointing to the space beside me.
He complied without hesitation, stretching out on the mattress, his eyes never leaving mine. The trust implicit in his surrender, this powerful alpha wolf willingly putting himself under my control, made my core clench with renewed desire.
I moved over him, straddling his hips without allowing him inside. He reached for my waist, but I caught his hands, pressing them down beside his head.
“No touching,” I said firmly. “Not until I say so.”
His eyes flashed gold, but he nodded, fisting his hands in the sheets to keep from reaching for me.
I positioned myself over him, letting just the tip of his cock brush against my entrance. His muscles tensed beneath me, jaw clenching with the effort of remaining still.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice strained with need, his breath sending shivers across my sensitized nerve endings.
I wanted to catalog each sensation with clinical precision. The woman in me simply wanted to feel. “Everything,” I admitted, my voice husky with need. “After years of nothing, I want everything.”
His lips curved into a smile that made my heart stutter. “Be specific, Doctor. This is important research.”
A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me, surprising us both. How could he make me laugh at a moment like this? How could he know exactly what I needed to break through the last of my hesitation?
“I want your mouth,” I said, growing bolder with each word. “Your hands. Your body inside mine.” I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath my palm. “I want to know what you sound like when you lose control. What you taste like. How you feel when you come apart in my arms.”
His pupils dilated further. “That’s quite a research agenda, Professor.”
“I’m very thorough,” I replied, trailing my fingers lower. “And I always get results.”
“I’ve never doubted that,” he murmured, his voice strained as my hand found its target. “But some experiments require… extensive testing.”
“Good thing we have all night,” I whispered, lowering myself by increments, taking him in a slow, controlled descent that had us both gasping. “And I never rush good science.”
The stretch and fullness were exquisite, my body accommodating his size perfectly, as if designed specifically for this joining. Because it was, I realized. The mate bond wasn’t just emotional or spiritual; it was physical, our bodies literally made for each other.
When he was fully seated inside me, I paused, adjusting to the sensation.
His eyes were fixed on my face, hunger warring with awe in their depths.
But there was something else there too, a vulnerability I’d never seen before in this powerful alpha male.
He looked at me as if I held his heart in my hands, as if I could either destroy or complete him with a single word.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, the reverence in his voice making my heart stutter.
“Not just your body, though God knows you’re perfect, but here.
” He reached up, one finger gently touching my temple.
“And here.” He moved his hand to rest it over my heart, the warmth of his palm seeping into my skin.
“The most beautiful mind and heart I’ve ever known. ”