Chapter Nineteen – Angela
Chapter Nineteen
Angela
How could I not taste Angela when she wanted me to?
The life she’d given me—the orgasm she’d had, had released us both.
It was like we’d been carrying a heavy weight for so long we didn’t even remember why we’d been holding it anymore.
Feeling her life wash over me, it was like an uncorking of possibilities, for both of us—and then her leg on my shoulder and her hands insisting?
No vampire could resist.
I pressed her back against the wall first and took my time, licking her, kissing her.
I knew the exact place I would sink my fangs, the exact duration I would drink from her for, already salivating at the way her blood would taste—I put a hand beneath her knee, held her ready, and—my fangs slid out, straight into her soft flesh.
She gasped, her body tensed, but her hand in my hair didn’t try to push me away—instead it pulled me towards her, burying my face in her thigh the way it’d just been on her pussy.
She wanted me to have this. Knowing what I was. Unafraid. Her blood siphoned into me and it felt like fire coursing through my veins. I pulled back, barely, mouth agape with still hungry fangs, panting against her as they receded, unable to remember the last time I’d felt this alive.
Alive—and I needed someone else to feel it too.
I looked up and saw her looking down, disheveled and panting.
She slid down the wall to straddle me—and her lips met mine, surely tasting her blood and juices on me, as her hands dove between her thighs to catch at my jeans, where my hard-on was straining.
“God—yes.” I rose up, kissing her, finding her hands with my own, shoving my jeans down far enough to free my cock, before capturing her in my arms and twisting us both to the ground, gently placing her on her coat.
“I need to be inside you,” I warned, as her hands caught my face to kiss me again, and her hips tilting up in permission.
I kissed her, and then I rose up on both my arms, to watch her face the moment I pushed in.
She released a soft gasp and her jaw dropped and then she made a soft whine as I slid deep, her pussy slick and tight.
I’d imagined this so often—but the reality was better than I could’ve dreamed.
I pulled back, and thrust again, just feeling the heat of her envelope me.
Her feet kicked up and looped around my back, as I leaned in, burying myself inside her.
“Oh, Angela,” I whispered, as I started up a rhythm.
“I know,” she said, kissing at my jaw and neck. “I know.”
I cradled her head in my hands, trying to keep it from the hard cement, as her hands wandered up and down my back and our hips joined, mated, rocking together as one.
I’d needed this—for so long—her body yielding beneath me, her blood coursing through my veins, the way her pussy held me, the ever-quicker soft sounds she made.
“Jack,” she said, looking up at me, helplessly, ready to give herself over so soon again. “Jack—don’t stop—Jack—don’t ever stop.”
“I won’t,” I swore, lifting her to me as my hips thrust in—and I got to feel her come again, as she cried out, her body rocking against mine, her pussy pulsing around me, another wave of life spilling out—it only served to make me harder.
I paused over her, taking it in, breathing deep, as she relaxed back with a moan.
“Oh—Jack,” she said, looking up. Her eyes were wild—I wondered if I was seeing her wolf come through. “That’s so good.”
“Yeah?” I asked, with a thrust.
“Yeah,” she said, placing her feet back beside me to thrust up.
“I don’t want to wear you out,” I said, which was a complete lie and maybe the stupidest thing I’d ever said in my life.
She gave me a wicked grin. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Good,” I said, grabbing her wrists and hoisting them high. She fought back—and I realized I’d forgotten how strong werewolves could be. I pushed her back down, only barely winning. “So it’s going to be like that, is it?”
Her eyes searched mine. “Until you fuck me, yes.”
And just when I thought there was nothing in the world that could’ve made me harder—I successfully caught her wrists in one hand and then her face with the other and kissed her hard, while I thrust.
Before that moment, we’d been the humans we always pretended to be.
After that, though—we became what we were.
I pounded into her, my cock desperate to feel the friction of each hot stroke while she raised her hips for me, grinding her clit against me each time.
Our kisses became savage, and our hands—I let go of hers, and she used them to claw at me, translating our fucking into marks down my back, as I wound one hand into her hair to hold her still, like a predator paralyzing prey.
I wanted her to know that I was in control, even as I wanted her to want me—
“God—Jack,” she warned, but she didn’t have to, I felt it too, the way she was ready, how she wanted to be conquered, and I wanted to bury my cock so far inside.
“Fucking come for me, Angela,” I growled—and she did.
This orgasm was like a roman candle firework, huge, pulsing, waves, that demanded that I come now.
I grunted and thrust and felt my balls lifting, spilling myself inside her, finally giving her back some of the life that she’d given to me.
“Yes,” I said low, pounding myself in. “Yes—yes—yes,” I grunted with each thrust until I finished.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us sweaty despite the night air.
She pulled my head down, and stroked her fingers through my hair and down my back, where they traced over the welts they’d left behind.
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said to herself. “Did you?”
I moved to kiss her collarbone. “I’d hoped.” What were we now? Had anything changed?
Neither one of us made to move—neither one of us wanted this to end. If a car had driven up, or if we’d heard anything, we would’ve stopped, I knew—but since we hadn’t—I twisted my head down, to kiss across the dark roses on her chest and take her breast back into my mouth.
She moaned, low and long, as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. She gently tapped the back of my head, as if for my attention, and she had it. “I have an odd request,” she asked, as I lifted my head up.
I chuckled. “You have no idea the things I’ve done. Ask it.”
“You know how I said my wolf gets a vote?”
I lifted my head up even further. “I’m not having sex with a wolf.”
Angela laughed. “She…won’t be a wolf. She’ll just be me. In my body. I—she—won’t be able to talk…and I won’t remember what she’s done. Not all the way.”
“I’m not in—” I started, to tell her I wasn’t in love with her wolf. I caught myself, too late to deny it, and felt myself flush. “I’m not interested in you because of your wolf.”
“I know that. But she’s interested in you.” If Angela realized what I’d almost said, she had the kindness not to let on. “She thinks you’re manly or something.”
“Hmm,” I said, nuzzling against her breast.
“Not manly—wolf-ly,” Angela informed me, after some internal conference. “Like you’re some sort of big bad wolf—even though I keep telling her you’re not.”
“She’s not wrong,” I said. I went still for a moment though, remembering Bella’s appraisal of me. “Let her out.”
Angela nodded, and then closed her eyes. I could feel her body tensing in strange ways beneath me and then—opening her eyes again, she lifted her head to look back down.
The thing that was inside her now wasn’t human.
I backed up to kneel as she gathered herself, taking our surroundings, and then me, in.
She stayed crouched in a way that would’ve made a human ache, and leaned forward, breathing me.
I stayed completely still, while watching her.
What could she—this thing that’d been hiding in Angela, punished by silver this whole time—possibly know about me?
I brought a hand up, and she took it in her teeth, holding it as she moved to be on all fours. She let go and turned, so that I was now behind her—where for the first time I saw all of Angela’s tattoos.
“Oh,” I breathed, stroking along her back without thinking.
She was covered in a full English garden, riotous greens and blooms, with a little sleeping rabbit nestled at the center.
I leaned in, and traced the artwork with one hand.
Who had given her these? What I would’ve done to get the chance to draw on her perfect skin… .
Angela’s wolf looked over her shoulder at me, eyes alien. She licked her lips, and whined.
“You think I’m a wolf?” I asked her. Everything about her body tensed into attention. “You think you know more about me than I do? Why?”
She knelt a little, sending Angela’s bottom back.
The screen of her skirt rubbed against me—and the thought of being inside her again made me hard.
I knew she’d still be wet, between all her orgasms and the load I’d put in her—Angela’s wolf gnashed her teeth at me, and then fell to her elbows on the ground, offering me Angela’s perfect ass.
I swatted it, sitting back down.
“Sorry, wolf-thing. Can you bring Angela back, please?”
Angela’s wolf looked over her shoulder at me, abashed, and then sank to the ground, closing her eyes—and the Angela I knew returned. “How long’s it been? What’d I miss?”
“Almost nothing. I couldn’t do it.”
“A request too odd for you even, eh?”
“Sorry,” I said. “Your wolf isn’t you.” Just like I prayed my hunger wasn’t really me.
“It’s okay,” she said, sitting back.
“So…what now?” I asked, unwilling to try to define tonight on my own.
“I don’t know. She’s all hot and bothered and,” she moved to be on her hands and knees looking over her shoulder again. “She’ll still take what she can get of you. And—so will I.”
The look she gave me then—I lifted her skirt, and mounted her quickly, sliding deep back inside.