Chapter 14 #2
He leans forward, places his mouth over the bruise, and bites gently. I moan, wrapping my arms around his back, and drag my nails across his skin. He growls against my neck and bites just a little harder as I dig my nails into his hips next. Dean pulls away, looking down at me through hooded eyes.
He’s breathing heavily, like I am. I see it, I see it in his aroused gaze.
He’s damaged too. The pain brings him pleasure and makes him feel alive.
I move my hands from his hips to his chest and caress his skin softly.
Then I rake my nails down his chest, hard enough to leave a mark, leaving behind a trail of blood that heals quickly.
His mouth falls open with a soft moan, so I do it again. He drops his head back, closing his eyes.
I do it again and watch as his cock strains fully against his wet boxers.
I step into him, kiss his chest softly where I had just scratched him and then bite.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me aggressively against him.
His hardness presses against my stomach, and I push up onto my tiptoes and bite down harshly on the space between his shoulder and neck.
Dean moans, so I bite harder, and he grinds his cock against me. I want more; I want to be closer to him. I drop my hand, gripping him through his boxers and rubbing roughly. He hisses in response, and I move my mouth higher on his neck, kissing gently before I bite him hard once again.
Dean surrenders his body to me, allowing me to give him this pain, even though he could easily stop it. We’re both damaged, and it makes me want to see him fall apart for me. I want to know more about him. What makes him crave this chaos as much as I do?
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to come in my boxers, Delilah,” he groans breathlessly, and I smile against his skin, then drag my teeth against him one last time before I pull away.
I drop my gaze to his cock and then look up into his eyes, my hands on his stomach, just above his waistband.
“Can I take more?” I ask him, and his eyes start glowing.
“Yes,” he grunts, biting his lip as he watches me. I reach down, pushing my fingers under the waistband, and tentatively grip his hard cock. I can’t get my hand fully around him, but I move my hand up to the tip, feeling how soft it is compared to the hard shaft.
I release him, pull the waistband away from his body and tug it down, watching as he springs free. His cock twitches, and I wrap my fingers around him again.
He grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“Look at me,” he begs, his voice deep and filled with need.
“You never have to do something with me if you don’t want to.
You can tell me no; I won't ever force you or pressure you. You’re in control, Delilah.
” The look in his eyes is tortured and pained, and I wonder what happened to this kind Wolf.
Under his lust and desire is a damaged man who wants me to know I have a choice.
“That’s why I want to do this with you,” I admit, before dropping to my knees in front of him, breaking free from his grip on my wrist. I can see his broken pieces so well. I don’t know what caused him to scar, or why he’s so compassionate, instead of cruel like Coal, but I admire it.
Our damage matches. We can be fucked up together.
I grip him once again and stroke him firmly, moving my thumb in a circle over his tip, making him grunt. He reaches out, using the wall to steady himself, and his eyes fall closed.
I move forward, flicking my tongue out to lick the tip, and his other hand moves to my hair.
He doesn’t push me harshly onto his cock, just holds me, gently stroking my hair.
I wrap my lips around him and move him farther into my mouth.
I stop when I hit the back of my throat and gag slightly.
He hisses and tightens his grip. I move my lips away from my teeth and slowly apply pressure.
He looks down and watches me as I drag my teeth down the length of him.
“Fuck…” he pants, and I repeat the motion a few times before I suck the tip hard and swirl my tongue around.
He grunts, thrusting forward, and I relax my jaw, allowing him to thrust into my throat.
I keep one hand wrapped tightly around his cock and use the other to cup his balls.
I caress them gently and enjoy the feel of him between my lips.
“I’m gonna fucking come, Delilah,” he growls and loosens his grip on my hair, but I don’t let him pull away.
Instead, I swallow him farther down my throat, fighting the gagging as he explodes in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, as his cum spills down my throat and I swallow.
When his thrusts stop, I pull away and stand.
I cup some water in my hands and wipe my chin and mouth clean.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asks, looking at me like I’m a goddess and giving me a goofy smile. I wonder if Coal would stop being such an asshole if someone sucked his dick like that.
“The Human women talk…the Wolves too,” I shrug. “Genny is very knowledgeable,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks heating, and feeling a little shy. I wrap my arms around my body and start to turn away from Dean.
“Oh, hell no, don’t do that. Don’t shut me out after that.
” He turns me back to him and leans into me slowly, giving me time to stop him, before his lips press to mine.
Slowly at first, but then he wraps his arms around me and claims my mouth in a sweet kiss, so different from the harsh way we held each other before.
I pull my lips away from his and kiss his neck gently, grateful for this moment.
It was different with Quil. I wanted to defy him. He wanted me to beg, but I refused, and he still gave me what I wanted.
I want Dean to touch me. I want to beg Dean.
“You still have to wash the other’s scents away,” I say softly, as I grab the soap. I take his hand and pour some of the soap into his palm. I spin away, so my back is facing him, and I pull my hair over my shoulder. I look back at him and notice he’s hard again. “Touch me,” I whisper.
“Matteo is going to hate me for this,” Dean chuckles, and I frown.
“Really?” I ask, worry setting in.
“He’ll hate that you let me touch you before him.” He shrugs, and I smile.
“He won’t be jealous?” I ask, and Dean laughs.
“Oh, he’ll be jealous, but he won’t be upset.”
“Okay.”
I expect Dean to start by washing my back, but instead, he drops both of his soapy hands to my ass, and I gasp. His hands are large, and I bite my lip. He’s being so gentle-
Smack!
“Oh!” I drop my head forward, really liking the sting of pain.
“You’re so beautiful, Delilah.” Dean presses against my body, and caresses my breasts with both hands, the soap making them glide easily across my nipples.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I moan, leaning against him for support.
The masculine wood scent of his soap is strong, and the press of his warm body is comforting. I feel safe in his arms. Maybe that’s a mistake, but I don’t care right now.
He keeps one hand on my breasts and drops the other between my legs.
“Have you ever used a showerhead to get off?” Dean asks, as he circles my clit with his big finger, and I shake my head.
I protest when he pulls his hand away from my center, but then he moves the spray of the water, so it hits my clit, and my knees go weak.
“Give me your leg,” he instructs, holding his other hand out. I lift my knee, and he pulls it up, so I’m spread wide with my other foot still on the floor. “Arms around my neck,”
When my arms are up, he adjusts the spray of water again, and I moan loudly.
“You look so fucking sexy, Delilah. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I hold onto him as the water hits my clit and steals my breath.
“Come for me, let me hear you scream for me,” Dean’s words send shock waves of desire through me, and I come, my clit sensitive and inner walls clenching rhythmically.
“Dean!” I scream his name and wonder how many Wolves can hear me shouting. I don’t care.
He releases my leg as I drop my arms, my body shaking.
“I think you washed their scents off now,” I smile, and Dean smirks.
“Yeah, I think I did. I won’t mind doing it again.” His voice is husky, and his eyes heavy with desire, and I blush. Again? I like that idea.
“We should get out now,” I tell him.
Dean pulls back and nods. He steps out of the shower, staying true to his word not to push me.
I turn off the water and step out as well, and he gives me privacy to dry off, after pressing a kiss to my lips.
I brush my teeth with a toothbrush I found still in the plastic and smile at the sight of my swollen lips.
I liked that. The feeling of control that moment gave me.
I may have been the one on my knees, but I was controlling Dean completely.
My mind wanders to Coal. Will he know when he sees me, will he know what I’ve just done?
I shrug. Even if he does, it won’t matter. I’m Dean’s Avowed as well. Coal can’t do shit. At least, I hope he won't.
Dean sent for one of my uniforms to be brought in, along with a clean bra and panties. I glare at him when I see them sitting on the bed.
“Seriously? Red lace? My shirt is white, Dean,” I protest, but he just grins at me.
“I see sucking your dick loosened you up,” I snap, as I snatch the clothes up and head back to the bathroom to dress.
Dean’s mouth falls open, and he fakes offense. I have to actively stop my mouth from saying things that might get me beat in front of other Wolves, so if Dean wants me to trust him, he’ll have to prove himself. So far, he’s doing an amazing job.
When I walk back out after dressing, I hold up my wet shoes. He just points to a pair of black boots on the floor by the door.
“So I get presents if I-” I start, but I’m quickly cut off.
“Stop,” Dean says as he grips my arms and pushes me up against the door.
“You get gifts, period. You get treated kindly and respectfully, period. The way I treat you, or the things I do for you, have nothing to do with what you do or don’t do, with me.
” He looks into my eyes, searching for something.
“Tell me you understand that. Tell me you didn’t do that…
” he motions to the bathroom door, “because you felt like you had to?”
“I wanted to, I really wanted to,” I reassure him, feeling like an asshole. I press my lips to his and pull away quickly. “I’m sorry…” I apologize, feeling guilty now.
“Don’t be. This is new for you. We’ll get there.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before he puts his shoes on. “We have to go back. We missed Art, but you can still make it to your other classes before lunch. If Coal doesn’t have you eat with him, you can come here.”
“Okay.”