Chapter 13 #3
“I know,” she whimpered, averting her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He forced her to meet his gaze. “Don’t be sorry, sweet. I will not have you any other way, because this proves you want me and your body is ready for me. It makes me feel like one of the gods. Now let me show you pleasure.”
It would be better that way. Even if he knew she wasn’t afraid of being possessed, he owed it to her to make this first time memorable and he feared he would not last long once he slipped inside her heated flesh. Better to ensure she was satisfied first.
When Wolf pressed hot fingers to her throbbing core, Merewen knew that she had lost, or rather won. Her husband would make love to her, show her what she had been hankering for all this time. She would finally know what pleasure felt like in real life, with a real man, not just in a dream.
Soon, she lost the ability to think coherently and simply let the heat of Wolf’s touch warm her all over.
His tongue slid over her breast, rolled around her nipple, teased it into a hard point, made her squirm and buck.
When the sensation became too much, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, easing the burn, and then finally bit the tormented bud with exquisite delicacy.
At the same time, his thumb came to circle the nub at the apex of her thighs.
During her nightly explorations, Merewen had come to understand that this was the place that could bring her the most pleasure and when Wolf started to rub at it she realized she had been right in her assumption.
But the sensations he provoked in her were nothing like the pleasant waves she had created with her caresses…
He brought on a storm over her senses, stealing her breath, making her body arch in supplication and every single nerve ending ignite in turn until finally thunder exploded in her skull and lightning flashed under her closed eyelids.
The world disappeared in a whirl of darkness, then slowly came back into focus.
Lying panting, she opened her eyes and looked at Wolf as if she were seeing him for the first time.
“It was you,” she said simply. That night at the pig sty had not been just a dream, it really had been him poised over her. He had been the one giving her the blinding pleasure she had been obsessing about for days. “You caressed me.”
She was sure of herself, for she had never been able to coax such heavenly sensations from her body, still had not idea how he had done it. She had tried to reach pleasure enough times to know that her own caresses were nothing compared to his assured touch.
“Yes,” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “I woke up to your moans. I saw what you were doing and I couldn’t resist. Forgive me.”
“F-forgive you?” she stammered. “What for? For giving me pleasure? Twice? For making me experience what I only suspected could happen?”
He smiled. “If you put it like that I guess it doesn’t sound so bad.”
“No, not so bad,” she breathed. Wolf ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, murmuring soothing words in his language.
Before long she started to squirm again, an involuntary reaction that took her by surprise.
It was as if her body had taken control and was forcing her to acknowledge what it needed.
“I want more,” she said slowly when she understood what was happening, hoping he would not take offence and think he had not satisfied her. “I need something… something else.”
“I know. You need a man inside you. Have me. I’m ready for you.”
Oh, he made it sound so tempting, so simple. No guilt, no explanations… And she’d thought he would be appalled!
“Yes,” she answered in a heartbeat.
Indeed. So simple. Without hesitating, Merewen removed her clothes and was pleased to see Wolf undress in turn. She would never have dared ask him to bare himself but she was desperate to see him, all of him.
“I would like to touch you,” she whispered, awed by his beauty.
A grunt answered her. “As would I, but please… Not now. I am near to spilling already. I don’t think I could bear it if you touched me and then you would have to wait to have what you need.”
Though she did not quite understand what he meant, Merewen was only too happy to surrender to his superior knowledge.
Deciding that they were well past the point of modesty, she opened her legs and he immediately came to position himself over her.
Having such a large man covering her was overwhelming but she barely registered his weight.
Evidently he was careful of not crushing her and this proof of his thoughtfulness made her melt. Only a considerate man would act thus.
“I… I’m afraid I don’t know what to do with a man, or how to please you,” she murmured, embarrassed.
She might as well reveal the whole painful truth and rid herself of all her doubts.
He’d been so understanding with regard to her unwomanly desires, perhaps he would not mind her lack of expertise.
“I know you wanted to see what skills I possessed in bed but I have none.”
“Oh, little one.” Wolf let out something between a grunt and a chuckle. “Don’t you worry about that. You are doing exactly what’s needed to send me mad with need.”
“How?” She hadn’t done anything!
“By being here, under me, naked and willing, by allowing me to touch you and melting under my caresses. You are so beautiful,” he murmured, letting his gaze wander over her.
“Do you know how satisfying it is for a man to see a woman come undone?” A warm hand closed over her breast, englobing it completely.
“You gave me your pleasure and you are going to give me your innocence. I can think of nothing better.”
Merewen could not have answered. Her mouth had gone dry with emotion. Was this fearsome beast of a man talking to her gently, touching her as carefully as if she might shatter, calling her beautiful and looking at her as if she meant the world to him?
The thought made her dizzy.
“Let me kiss you,” he begged, his lips coming to within a hair’s breadth from hers. How was she supposed to say no? He was naked, he was over her, he was stroking her breast and she… She would burst if he stopped now.
Instead of answering, she lifted her head and wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him into the kiss they were both desperate for.
After a heady, spine-tingling kiss, Wolf tore himself from Merewen, the effort making him grunt. He was ready to plunge inside her and ride her hard and fast, bring about the release he could feel boiling in his spine. But he could not, not yet, not like that.
This would be her first time, he could not forget it and allow his urges to take over. The last thing he wanted was to hurt or frighten her.
“Merewen… Before I lose my mind, I need to be sure,” he said in a rasp, holding himself very still. “You are a virgin? You haven’t known any man?”
Although he had felt the evidence of it himself, he didn’t want to admit as much. Besides, hearing that she was untouched might help cool his ardor.
She nodded, keeping her eyes on him. “You know I was never married and mercifully the other day Sigurd arrived before…” Her voice trailed and he placed his forehead against hers in encouragement. “So yes, I am untouched,” she said after a while.
His whole body sagged in relief. He had not been able to shake the feeling that she had hidden the true extent of the man’s assault from him. But now he knew she had indeed not been raped. His manhood twitched.
“When I take you I will breach your maidenhead. It might be uncomfortable at first but I swear it will be better afterwards. I am here to give you pleasure, not pain,” he said, placing a kiss on her temple then another on her lips.
He closed his eyes. The woman’s mouth was softer than silk.
“Just remember that, remember what you felt before.”
“Yes,” Merewen gasped. “I will never forget that as long as I live.”
“Your back is not too sore?” Concern and guilt colored his voice. Perhaps he should make her sit on him or lie on her side but he wasn’t sure she knew about all the ways a man could take a woman and he didn’t want to shock her by asking her to position herself in a way she would find degrading.
“Not at all,” she assured him. “In truth, I’d completely forgotten about my injuries.”
“Good.”
After that there were no more questions.
Merewen mewled when Wolf started stroking her body, leaving no place untouched. The heat of his hands, the velvet of his mouth, the brush of his lips were everywhere, building her need to an almost unbearable point.
“Wolf, please,” she croaked, not caring if she sounded desperate.
“I’m going to take you now,” he grunted, sounding on the verge of control himself. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.”
Merewen did not hesitate. She was burning, so ready for him that she spread her legs wider to welcome him.
Needing no other invitation, he surged inside her with a growl.
The sudden flash of pain was as unwelcome as a stab in the gut would have been, and almost as painful.
A cry escaped her lips. She had not expected anything as painful as that and before she could think, she pushed at his chest, protesting against the shocking invasion.
Surely this was not normal, surely he’d made a mistake! If he had not been pinning her in place she would have doubled up in pain.
“Wait! Stop!” The words were out of her lips before she could think.
Wolf froze when he realized how spectacularly he had misjudged her sensitivity.
Because he had taken the time to prepare Merewen, because she had felt pleasure once already and her body was slick with arousal, he had thought it best to break through her barrier in one thrust, trusting in his ability to make her forget the initial discomfort.