Chapter 39 Felix #2
Hot, wet heat enveloped my cock as he took me to the back of his throat in one devastating swallow. The muscles there contracted around me, light exploding behind my eyelids.
His hand found my nipple again, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak while his mouth worked me with ruthless precision. The dual assault—wet silk around my cock and sharp pleasure at my chest—created a circuit that had me hurtling towards oblivion.
Through the bond, Kit’s hunger crashed into me in waves. The taste of salt and skin on his tongue. The way he loved the taste of me, loved me falling apart beneath him.
The wet heat. The suction. The way he hummed around me.
My hands scrabbled for purchase against the rug, fisting in the thick fibres as waves of bliss crashed over me. The fire crackled somewhere in the distance, but all I could focus on was the devastating rhythm of Kit’s mouth, the way he seemed to know exactly how to unravel me.
The pressure built and built, coiling tight in my belly like a spring wound past its breaking point—
I came without warning, spilling down Kit’s throat with a loud cry that echoed off the wooden walls. He swallowed everything I gave him, tongue working against my sensitive flesh until aftershocks racked my entire body.
“Sorry,” I gasped when I finally found my voice again. “I— I couldn’t—”
Kit pulled off my cock with an obscene pop, licking his lips like he’d just enjoyed the world’s best meal.
“What are you sorry for? Now I’ll just have to work harder to make you come again.”
The words sent a shiver of sparkles through the bond connecting us, his anticipation mixing with mine until I couldn’t tell where his arousal ended and mine began.
“Which, as you know, is my greatest joy,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my hipbone.
Kit slid a finger into his mouth, coating it thoroughly before his hand disappeared between my legs. The first touch against my crease made me jolt.
Something shifted. A sudden tug on the bond, like someone had yanked a rope attached to my soul. An overwhelming urge crashed through me—not just want, but need. Primal and desperate and absolutely undeniable.
I needed Kit inside me. Now.
“Please,” I begged, the word tearing from my throat with an urgency that surprised us both. “Kit, please— I need you. I need you now.”
Kit’s finger stilled against me, his eyes snapping up to meet mine. Whatever he saw there made his pupils blow wide.
“Stay here,” he commanded, and then he was gone.
But not really gone. Because I could feel him. Feel him moving through the chalet, his footsteps quick and purposeful as he headed towards the bathroom. It was like magic—this awareness of exactly where he was even when I couldn’t see him.
The moment Kit stepped back through the doorway, something inside me clicked into place. A circuit completing itself, a lock finding its key. The restless energy that had been crawling beneath my skin melted into warm honey.
“We’re lucky the fancy bathroom has fancy massage oil,” he said, holding up something tiny in his palm.
“Great,” I said too quickly, my voice pitched high. “Now come back here.”
I needed his weight crushing me again. Needed to feel anchored by his presence before I floated away entirely.
Kit crossed the room in three quick strides, settling between my legs with eyes that devoured me whole. The bottle opened with a soft pop, and then cool liquid touched my overheated skin.
My pulse thundered as Kit’s slick fingers circled my entrance. I grabbed his wrist, urging his hand inside me.
“I need you to hurry this time.”
Kit’s hand stilled. “But—”
“I’ll die if you don’t!”
Kit froze, stormy eyes studying my face with an intensity that made me squirm. Then, slowly, one eyebrow rose in that way that meant trouble.
“I think you’re being a little melodramatic, princess.”
The endearment liquified my spine.
“Well,” I managed, holding his gaze despite the fire consuming my face. “Maybe you need to punish me, then.”
Kit’s eyebrow climbed higher, and his finger drove inside me without warning.
I gasped at the stretch, my body clenching around the intrusion. He worked his finger in and out, each withdrawal leaving me empty and aching before he filled me again.
Before I could process the stretch, a second finger forced its way in alongside the first.
“Like this?” His voice was velvet wrapped around a blade.
“Y-yes!” The burn carved through me, but I pushed back anyway, demanding more. The pain was nothing against the void threatening to consume me from the inside out.
His fingers scissored, splitting me wider, and then he found that spot that made my cock jerk against my stomach like a live wire.
“Now!” The word ripped from somewhere primal.
Kit’s fingers vanished so suddenly I nearly wailed from the emptiness. The slick sound of him stroking himself was my only comfort.
“Please!”
He hauled my legs over his shoulders and drove himself inside.
The sound that erupted from me could have shattered glass. It ricocheted off the wooden walls as he forced his way deeper, inch by relentless inch, until he buried himself completely. My body sang around him, every cell recognizing its other half.
Completeness crashed through me like a dam bursting. The manic energy that had clawed at my insides dissolved, replaced by bone-deep satisfaction. My breathing found its rhythm, no longer desperate gulps but something steady and sure.
“That’s it,” Kit murmured, one hand stroking my face with infinite tenderness. “I’ve got you.”
He began to move—tentative shifts that became deliberate rolls. Then the rhythm built into something fierce, driving thrusts that dragged my spine against the rug’s thick weave.
Heat poured off our bodies, rivalling the fire’s glow. Sweat turned our skin to silk where we connected, salt blooming on my tongue when I reached up to kiss his throat.
“So perfect,” Kit groaned against my ear. “So tight. You were made for me.”
When I moaned obscenely, he angled his hips, finding the place that unravelled me. My hands scrabbled for purchase against his shoulders, nails digging deeply into muscle.
“I’m going to make you so happy,” he vowed, words branding my neck. “Going to worship you every day of our lives.”
The words sent warmth flooding through my chest, because he already had. Kit had already made me the happiest I’d ever been in my entire existence. Had given me something I’d never even really understood enough to hope for.
Kit’s mouth found my collarbone, teeth dragging across the tender flesh. Something was different—sharper. His canines pressed against me with an edge that hadn’t been there before, like blades fresh from the forge.
The bond between us pulled taut, humming with electric tension. Every molecule of my body screamed the same message: now, now, now.
“Do it,” I gasped, tilting my head to expose more of my throat. “Please, Kit—”
“Not yet.”
A whimper spilled from my lips. My eyes flew open to find him watching me with laser focus, his gaze consumed by darkness.
“Why?” The word cracked like glass.
His lips curved into something that belonged in the wild. “You haven’t screamed my name nearly enough times.”
Before I could process the threat, his hips snapped forward with bruising force. The angle drove him impossibly deeper, wringing strangled sounds from my throat. His hand claimed my cock, fingers slick and relentless as they matched his rhythm.
The combination obliterated what remained of my consciousness.
“Kit!” His name tore from my throat, pleading.
“Again.”
His thumb circled the head of my cock while he ground into that nerve cluster, and heat blazed through my core.
“Kit!”
“Louder.”
The pace turned savage. Each drive emptied my lungs, each stroke wound the spring in my core past its breaking point. The twin torment left me suspended between heaven and hell, reality condensed to flesh and friction.
His name spilled from my lips like an incantation, like the only word I’d ever known. Each syllable scraped my throat raw, but I was addicted to the sound. It fed something feral in Kit, his movements becoming hungrier, more consuming.
“Kit, Kit, Kit—”
The pressure built until I thought I might die from it, every nerve ending singing the same desperate song. Through the bond, Kit’s restraint crumbled, his own climax approaching like a storm on the horizon, unstoppable and devastating.
His teeth found my throat.
The bite coincided with the final stroke of his hand, and the world exploded.
It all hit me at once.
A holy trinity.
The exquisite tear of Kit’s teeth piercing flesh.
My cum painting liquid fire between our bodies.
The molten heat of Kit spilling inside me.
I burst into stardust.
My soul scattered across the universe, every atom singing with pure euphoria as ecstasy turned my bones to light and my blood to starfire, burning away everything that wasn’t Kit.
I reached for his face with trembling fingers, gazing into eyes that had shifted from stormy grey to something deeper—ancient amber threaded with gold, like sunlight caught in whisky. Wolf eyes in a human face.
“Kit,” I breathed. But this time, when I spoke his name, it was different. Soft with wonder instead of raw with need. Carrying the weight of everything I couldn’t say.
“Yeah,” Kit said, forehead dropping to mine. “Me too.”
The bond between us pulsed with each heartbeat, even stronger now, its own living thing.
Kit’s eyes dropped to my neck before his tongue darted out to sooth the spot. He nuzzled into it gently, and the tender ache where he’d claimed me pulsed.
He twisted us so I lay on top of him, quickly bringing my mouth to his.
When our lips met, the kiss tasted of freedom and forever, of something wild that had been caged too long and finally broken free.
His mouth moved against mine with fierce tenderness, like he was trying to crawl inside my skin and make a home there.
What he didn’t know was that he already had.
I’d spent my whole life feeling like a glitch in the system. Too awkward, too anxious, never quite fitting into the spaces others moved through so easily. But wrapped in Kit’s arms, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. Complete.
I pulled back from him, breathless and giddy. “This isn’t a glitch.”
Kit’s lips curved into a brilliant, brilliant smile. “Definitely not a glitch.”