Chapter 16 - Lara #2
My silent answer lands, and he pulls me closer, bringing my lips to his as I go on tiptoes to reach him.
One of his hands slides into my hair, and he crushes me against the full, hard length of his body.
His kiss is feverish with no soft edges.
There’s nothing gentle about this, and I’m glad because gentle isn’t what I need right now.
His arm comes around my back and locks me to him, and I feel it all—the heat and hardness.
The strength that he’s deliberately not using and his wolf that feels like a physical current running beneath his skin.
I shouldn’t want this; I should be scared.
Instead, I lean into it, and he responds by deepening the kiss, and I feel the low growl rumbling in his chest.
“Lara,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “Tell me if you don’t want this. I don’t have it in me to go easy right now.”
“I don’t want easy,” I whisper, “I want you.”
He doesn’t reply, not with words. Instead, his mouth is on me again, and his hands make short work of my clothes.
As the cool air hits my skin, I vaguely think that I should feel embarrassed, stripped bare, but the feeling of his hands on my body overrules everything.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing and sits me on the edge of the island, looming over me and spreading my legs, his hand smoothing over my breasts and dipping between my legs.
He’s kissing me as he slides his fingers over my clit, making me gasp into his mouth, and he drowns out my cry as he pushes one finger into my tight channel.
My back arches at the intrusion, and he dips lower, kissing my neck.
I look down and watch as he adds a second finger; he catches me looking, and I watch as his eyes go completely golden, the smirk on his lips turning sinful as he scissors his fingers inside me, and my head tips back.
“You can take a third,” he says, voice strained as he adds another finger.
The stretch burns now, but I gasp as I feel his mouth close around one of my nipples, crying out as he sucks hard and begins to pump his fingers in and out at the same time.
The cabin is filled with the obscene wet sound of my wet channel taking his fingers and my cries that I can’t even control as he works my body.
He drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers still flexing inside me, and my instinct is to cover my chest, feeling exposed. “Don’t,” he growls, “I want to see you, all of you, when I do this.”
I don’t have time to ask when he means, my hand falling away as he dips his head to suck my clit as he adds a fourth, impossibly tight, finger.
I squirm on the island, and he uses his other hand to pull me right to the edge as he grins his four fingers into my core, the pressure almost too much.
Just as I’m about to tell him I can’t take any more, he whispers, “Open for me,” and I spread my legs wider, taking him.
He sucks my clit hard, and I feel my channel struggle to clench around his hand as waves of pleasure begin to build in my lower abdomen. “Oh god, Wilf…” I cry, only encouraging him as he licks and sucks harder until I grip his hair trying to still him, but he doesn’t stop.
I crash over the edge, and he pumps his hand, curling his fingers against my inner walls until I feel liquid squirt around his fingers as another orgasm rips through me.
I hear the sounds of him drinking in my release, and it makes my cheeks burn, especially when I look down and see how wet his face is.
He just grins and wipes his face on my thigh before standing, leaning over me, and kissing me hard.
His eyes are burning bright gold and don’t leave mine as he rips open his pants and pulls out his hard cock. He’s already leaking pre cum, and the head looks bigger and angrier than ever.
He catches me looking and grins, “That’s why I needed you ready for it,” he smirks, grabbing my arse and lining up his cock.
I notice he hasn’t taken his clothes fully off, and the difference between me being naked and his torn clothes that he fought in strikes me for a moment before all coherent thought is lost as he begins to grind his cock into me.
Despite my orgasm, it’s still slow, and he forces my legs further apart.
“Goddess, Lara,” he groans. “Never, never felt so tight. So good”
His words undo me in a way I didn’t expect.
I like that this huge man is nearly undone by my body.
That I can bring him so much pleasure that I can feel his muscles tremble under effort or maybe restraint.
I glance down and watch my body stretched open, taking his cock, and it only makes me want more.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull myself closer.
He makes a strangled sound and grips my hip to stop me.
“You’ll make me blow Lara,” he growls, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I whisper, “I need this. You.”
He stills briefly before setting a pace that only builds, sliding in and out of my channel, his cock raking against every sensitive nerve ending I have, his cock only seeming to get bigger as he chases his release.
The sounds he makes are barely human anymore, and I feel sharpened teeth graze my neck as he kisses me.
His arm around my back hauls me firmly to him, lifting me off the island so I’m being impaled on his cock, going deeper and harder than before.
His pace is unrelenting now, and all I can do is grip his shoulders and ride out the ever-increasing pressure.
“Come for me, Lara, come right on my cock, like this,” he growls. “I can feel you’re close.”
I am close. So close. He switches angles slightly, and that sends me over the edge.
He knows before I even scream and seems to increase his pace, driving into me with a power I didn’t expect.
He grinds against me, ensuring my clit is fully engaged, and I sob as another orgasm builds.
I know the moment he’s about to come because his grip on me tightens and his movements become shakier as his cock swells.
I don’t know if he comes first or I do, but the noise he makes should scare me; maybe it would if I weren’t coming, too.
He stills but doesn’t move straight away.
He stays, holding me against the island, his face buried in my hair, his breathing slowing.
When he finally lifts his head, there’s more green in his eyes than before, but still mostly gold.
He lowers me to the ground and spins me around so he’s against my back, his hand running over my butt and down my thighs through the liquid that is coating my legs.
“I want to take you like this,” he murmurs, his hand still gripping my hip.
I push back slightly and find him hard again. “Are you trying to distract me again?” I smile.
“Is it working?” He asks, sliding his cock between my butt cheeks.
“Y-yes,” I say as he leans over me, making me forget everything.