Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Honey
I can’t work out when my dreams somehow turn into reality. One moment I’m lying in the grass under Gryff as the magnificent weight of his body presses me down into the damp softness. The next I’m in his bed, surrounded by fluffy cushions, with his hands pinning mine to the mattress beside me.
I know he’s waiting for my attention. I can tell from the intense expression on his face, but I can’t figure out what he asked me or how I got here. I’m not complaining, though.
He nips at my neck, and I shudder.
“I’m going to touch you now. But you just say the word and it stops, OK? The moment you tell me.”
I frown. Why would I want him to stop touching me?
Haven’t I been dreaming about it this whole time?
Maybe I’m not really awake; maybe I’m still dreaming after all.
I close my eyes and surrender to the feel of him on top of me: delicious, strong, demanding.
The press of his firm body against mine is heaven.
This close his woodsy, masculine scent envelops me, and my pussy clenches, hungry for his flesh inside. “Please touch me.”
He dips his head in something that’s halfway between a sigh and a laugh. “Yeah, I thought you might say that. I’ve got you.”
I don’t have time to thank him before he releases my wrists and his lips slide down my neck and over my chest. Instantly I’m burning up, heat traveling across my skin every place his breath ghosts over me.
And in its wake are a thousand prickles of need that raise my flesh in shivers and leave me shaking.
“I’ve got you,” he says again. His hands drift down my sides until they reach the hem of my tank top. “Do you want to keep this on or—?”
“Take it off!” I’m already arching my back, longing for the cool of the night air on my skin.
Gryff tears the shirt from me in one fluid motion. I sigh at the sensation, but the next moment the heat is back, pressing in from every side, making me groan with frustration.
“I know, sweet. I know. It’s going to be OK.” Gryff’s rough voice is somehow soft as velvet, cutting through the burn of my fever, stilling the restless writhing of my body. “It’s bad, huh? You’ll get used to it.”
Used to what? I can’t remember. I only know that every tiny motion he makes is completely captivating, exactly perfect. God, I need this man. This wolf! Because of course he’s not a man. He’s so much more.
Calloused hands caress my belly and skate up to cup my breasts. I cry out. The sensation is almost painful. My breasts are too heavy; my nipples achingly sensitive.
He squeezes me, and I bite back a sob, unsure if it’s pain or relief I feel, unable to separate the two.
“Shhh. I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“It does. What’s wrong with me? Am I dying?” My throat feels tight. Panic spreads up into my chest, making me feel as if a bag of bricks is weighing me down. OK, dream me is dramatic.
With a noise of sympathy, Gryff slides down the bed, pushes my thighs apart and spreads me wide open. I gasp, but unlike the pressure on my breasts this feels good—right. “Yes.”
I gasp, dying to finally feel his mouth on me. If I could spread any wider, I would.
He just holds my legs open staring intently at my pussy like he’s wrestling with himself.
To my shame, I mew like a lost kitten, praying he’ll take pity on me.
It’s clear he doesn’t want to, but I’m too far gone to care.
All I know is if I go another minute without his mouth on me, I might expire.
I’ve never felt this way. The need sears me, pulling me apart from the inside out, making me crazed with desire.
Is this what it feels like when someone is captured by my powers? God that’s awful!
“Honey!” My attention snaps back to Gryff to find him looking up at me intently from between my thighs. An embarrassing gush of moisture spills from me uncontrollably at seeing him there. My pussy clenches hard.
“Honey, are you awake? Are you with me?”
I nod. When he calls my name it’s like my whole body strains to focus on every word.
“Then tell me you want this.”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
Something snaps in Gryff, and he lowers his head. His hot breath fans over me for half a heartbeat, and he mutters something that sounds like, “Worth it.” With a sudden movement, he encloses my whole clit in a hard pull of his mouth, and I’m completely undone.
I scream. As if he’s lancing poison from me, he sucks hard on my pussy, drawing the breath right from my lungs as he drowns me in pleasure so great I forget everything else. Every reservation or guilty thought is gone. Vanished in an instant.
I cum and cum, and my body trembles violently until I’m gasping for air.
But the moment it stops, I need more. I need to squeeze my thighs around his face and hold him there until this awful ache is gone, but he’s holding them apart, so I do the only other thing I can. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him against me.
Gryff lets out a muffled noise. Then he releases my clit and angles his head so he can plunge his tongue deep inside my body.
Oh god! I didn’t want him to stop playing with my clit, but the moment his tongue slides into my pussy I need that more than air.
I need my pussy filled. Need to feel something moving inside me.
His tongue feels amazing but too small at the same time.
I don’t know whether I want to moan or cry out with frustration. “More, Gryff, please!”
He grunts against my folds and laps harder, moving his head in time with his tongue as much as he can with my hands still locked in his hair.
It’s still not enough. Has he heard me? His arms lock around the underside of my thighs, and though I tug at him, he won’t move. “Gryff!”
Sharp claws prick my skin, and it suddenly occurs to me that his ears have lengthened into wolf ears which poke from his tousled hair.
Oh no. What if he’s been sucked into the pull of my monster side and there’s nothing left there of him anymore?
Finally, he lifts his head. His face is glazed with wet slick from my pussy. Such a copious amount it’s dripping from his chin. His eyes are glassy, heavy lidded.
A cry catches in my throat and I reach for him. “Oh, Gryff.”
His lips part, and I catch sight of pointy fangs. His eyes flash with an unfamiliar amber iridescence as his pupils narrow and his gaze focuses on me. Heavy brows draw down in a scowl. “Did I hurt you?”
“No! I—” A stab of pain lances through my middle, making me clutch at my belly and draw my knees toward my chest.
With a low, soothing noise, he moves over me, stroking my face. “Shh. Don’t cry. I was lost for a minute there. And you needed me. I’m sorry.”
I brush tears from hot cheeks even as he moves into position and the hard heat of his shaft presses at my entrance. “Don’t let me hurt you, Gryff. Please? I couldn’t stand it.” I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. To promise.
He just turns his head and presses a kiss to my palm. “Don’t you worry about that, Honey. Not for a moment. Let me take care of this for you.”
I can’t protest any longer, because at that moment his hips nudge forward and the tip of his cock breaches me, and I’m in ecstasy all over again.
He plunges deep in one sure thrust and stills, buried all the way inside. The shock of the invasion makes me clench. Somehow it’s different with a real body instead of a toy.
I gasp for air and stare up at him.
Above me, he freezes. Something passes across his face. Pleasure? Pain? I can’t tell which. “Honey, you’ve done this before, right?”
I flush. “I mean, I’ve used toys.”
A roar tears from him, and his head drops low, his expression unreadable for a moment. When he lifts his face, his expression is pained. “Why didn’t you say? Did it hurt, babygirl? I’m such an idiot.”
I groan because as amazing as it feels with his cock stuffed deep inside me, I need more. “It doesn’t hurt, I promise. It only hurts because you’re not moving.” I claw at his back in an effort to make him move.
His brows shoot up, and he studies my face for a moment. Pulling back, he thrusts inside me so slowly I let out a long, keening cry.
Gryff lets out a curse through gritted teeth. “You had to be perfect here too, didn’t you?”
He sounds so angry, but he called me perfect. My need-fogged brain can’t put the pieces of this puzzle together, so I just nod. “Keep going, please. It feels—” I break off, crying out as he starts to move again.
Withdrawing slightly, he plunges forward, fucking into me in small, measured strokes that nudge against my inner walls in the most delightful way.
Already I’m a soaking mess. The slick movement of his body inside me forces yet more of the slick liquid out until I know we’re covered in it.
His bed is covered in it too, and everything smells of sex.
Only it’s not the scent I’m used to when it’s just me.
It’s layered with something deeper, muskier—with him! I love it.
My eyes squeeze shut and I breathe it in. I grip the bedsheets with shaking fists and hold on for dear life as he fucks me down into the mattress one deep thrust at a time, hips pressing into mine.
Slap, slap, our bodies meet each other thrust after thrust. He’s swallowed up completely as he fits himself inside me all the way to the hilt and out again.
Or I thought he was. But as I wrap my legs around him tighter, urging him on, longing for him deeper still, something large and thick at the very base squeezes inside until it wedges right into the tight entrance of my body.
I gasp, but he doesn’t stop. The stretch of it feels magnificent, but every time he pulls back it slips from me, and I’m desperate for the fullness of that bulge, the sensation of being stuffed with him.
“Gryff, what is that?” I moan as he sinks that swollen part inside me once again.
He falters. His brows knit together. “My knot, Honey. Is it—too much?” He lifts his hips, and I nearly scream again with frustration.
Quickly I lock my ankles around him, holding him close. “No! No, it’s just right, please!”
With a sigh he pushes forward again, and I let out a shaky exhale as the ache within me starts to ease.
“Gods, look at you, taking all that cock and then begging for my knot too.”
“Is it bad? I’m sorry. It just feels so perfect.”
Gryff slows, grinding his hips so that the knot stuffs me full and moves inside me, stretching me. I moan.
“Of course it is, sweet. It was made to help you through this.”
Up until now he’s been propped up on his hands, looking down at me.
Now I rock my hips experimentally, in time with his slow grind, and he chokes out another curse.
Dropping low onto his forearms, his lips graze mine in an almost kiss.
Then they’re gone, skating over my jaw, nipping along my neck to the sensitive place below my ear.
“I’m trying so hard not to mess this up. ”
The need is rising again, and I can’t ask him what he means. I can only tip my head to the side, moaning for his bite, clawing at him and hoping he knows how much I need every fat inch of him stuffed inside. “Gryff.”
“Fuck!” His hips piston forward, crushing me under him.
I moan again, louder. And then it comes to me, the missing piece. The thing that will solve this ache. “Gryff, I need more. I need you to fill me up.”
“Not gonna be able to help it if you keep going like that, babygirl.” He draws back and fucks me again with hard, punishing strokes. “You want it, Honey? You want my cum, my knot?” He pushes my legs up and back so I’m stretched out completely under him, folded up like an invitation.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fucking hell. Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He shudders and tenses, and I know this is the moment. He speeds up with a growl, thrusting wildly until the wet slap of our bodies fills the whole room and the bed shakes. “You’re about to get it, baby. Every inch, every drop. You’re about to get the whole load and then some. Are you ready?”
I nod wordlessly. I’ve never needed anything more.
“You’re about to be so full of me it’s dripping from you, babygirl.
” He plunges into me with a yell, and the knot stuffs all the way in.
I’m split open, stretched tight around him until I feel like I’ll burst. Then warmth seeps into me, a feeling of rightness settles over me, and I can breathe.
His hands tighten on my thighs, and he’s staring down at me like I just rescued him instead of the other way around.
He looks deep into my eyes like he’s searching for a secret I’m sure I’m wearing on my sleeve.
“Are you here with me? Can you feel that?” He grinds into me, and I moan with pleasure.
“I feel it.”
“Then you cum for Daddy one more time, you hear me? Go on.”
I’m about to protest that I don’t know if I can, but Gryff slides one rough thumb against my tender clit, and I explode in waves of unexpected bliss. I gasp and shudder, pussy gripping him impossibly tight while I pass through the narrow tunnel and out into the ocean of feeling beyond.
“Good girl. Good girl. Good fucking girl. You did so well for your first heat. Your first knotting. Now stay with me just like this until it passes, OK?”
I blink out of my daze and focus on his face. “Until what passes?”
“The heat. If I’m right, you’ll need my knot several more times tonight, but I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere until it’s over, you understand?”
Sweet baby Jesus, several more times! I think I’ve died and gone to heaven and Gryff has been appointed as my personal angel.
I’m not going to complain if this man wants to tie me up and have his way with me all night long for the rest of my life.
I know a good thing when it finally happens to me, and Gryff Evans just happened to me in the most life-shattering, brain-altering way, so I think I’ll never be the same again.
As I nod my head numbly, though, all that comes out of my mouth is, “Yes, Gryff. Thank you.”
God, I should be shouting his praises all over town, telling him I think he’s the most amazing person in the whole world, but first I’ll just close my eyes, just for a little bit, because his warm body is still holding me close and I suddenly feel incredibly sleepy and relaxed.
I doze off as Gryff rolls us onto our sides, cradling me against his furry chest, still stuffed deep inside me, and I wonder how on earth I got so lucky.