Chapter 4
Fenris
I slipped her heels from her feet and rubbed the arches, ignoring the ache in my cock that told me to speed things up. It had been hard since she erupted outside in the snow, and I had to forcibly shove my wolf to the back of my mind to keep from taking her right there.
This.
This had been the reason why I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
When a female went into heat, her partner usually knew days before she did, especially if she wasn’t paying attention. That was much more common in mates, but if my wolf had decided he should be the one to take care of her, he would ride me until I acted. None of that mattered anymore.
I was standing right next to her when she catapulted into her magical needing, and even if I hadn’t spent the last week trailing after her like a love-sick puppy, I wouldn’t have been able to escape it.
Her sweet citrus smell ensnared me, and I was powerless to fight against it.
The thought of anyone else, literally anyone, being here to see her like this infuriated my animal side.
The way my instincts pushed my internal possessive buttons should have been terrifying. It wasn’t.
“Fen,” she cried, arching her back off the mattress. “Please.”
I stood and started to climb on top of her, but another blast shot out of her body, freezing me midair.
I couldn’t move against the weight of its tremendous force, an invisible shield that hovered my body over hers, locking me in place.
I grit my teeth against the intensity and relished the taste of her pheromones sliding down my throat as I inhaled.
It roped me under its spell, and I, ever the greedy son of a bitch, let myself drown in it.
I’d never helped anyone through their heat.
I’d never wanted to. After my parents died during a raid by a rival MC, I’d been left in charge of raising my little sister.
That made me swear off becoming a parent until I was mated, and I’d never been serious enough about anyone to let myself consider who that might be.
But watching Wyn’s beautiful body contort with anguish shifted something inside. Maybe it was just the hormones, maybe it was how deeply I knew her, but the thought of watching her belly grow with my pup, knowing I marked her completely inside and out, nearly had me coming in my pants.
When the shockwave subsided, I put my hands out to catch my fall so I didn’t crush her.
“Oh Gods,” she whimpered. “It hurts. It hurts so bad.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I leaned down to pepper tiny kisses on her jaw and cheeks.
The thick scent of her arousal hit me, making me dizzy and miserable with lust, and I ached to get my head between her legs.
I wanted to lap it up. I wanted to bury my nose in her cunt until she drenched my face with it.
But…one step at a time. “Let me help you out of this dress, huh? Where’s the zipper? ”
She rolled under me to expose her back, and I sat up to slide the metal down. Her soft skin made my mouth water, and my fangs extended, throbbing with the need to dig into her shoulder. To mark. To claim.
Fuck.
This was worse than I ever could have imagined.
It was a good thing I’d never done this before.
I didn’t know how shifters could go through this with someone and come out the other side unchanged.
Even if she didn’t want me after this was over, even if she wanted to go back to the way things were, I wouldn’t be able to resist her.
I’d offer myself up for the slaughter every time this happened.
She wouldn’t have to put herself under ever again.
I’d prostrate myself on the altar of her incredible mind and soul if it meant she’d use me instead.
“Arms up,” I said. She complied, and once I had the dress off her, I shucked it aside and went to work on her tights, smoothing them down her legs and off her feet.
She lay on my mattress, wearing nothing but her silky black bra and panties, and I took a moment to memorize every detail.
Her thick brown curls splayed around her head like a halo, amplifying the amber glow in her eyes.
Her full, pouty lips gave way to a delicate neck just begging to be sucked and worshipped.
Her breasts rounded out of the top of that soft fabric, and I wanted to bite them, too.
The slope of her belly curved into her hips, hinting at the delicious flesh hidden behind black lace, and I licked my lips at the thought of finally getting them off.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” The words tripped over my tongue before I could stop them.
She pushed up on her elbows and stared at me, the wolf dancing behind her eyes, all traces of the person I knew as Wyn gone.
“Stop stalling, Fenris,” she snarled. “Fill me up, or I’ll find someone else who will.”
My brain short-circuited. I blinked as her demand landed in my balls with a hard jerk. Most of the females I brought back to my room were all too eager to let me take the lead. No one spoke to me like this. And fuck…I loved it.
“Yes, m’am,” I finally uttered, reaching behind my head to rip off my shirt as she reached for my belt with talented fingers, ripping the leather through my pants loops with a quick shoosh.
I stood to kick off my shoes and shuck my trousers down to my ankles, stepping out of them before doing the same to my boxers.
My cock jutted out in front of me, and I gripped the tip to keep it from leaking all over the place. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra and slid it down her arms, and when she reached for her underwear, I grabbed her wrists to stop her.
“No,” I snarled, and pushed her hands away. “Let me.”
She huffed and lifted her hips as I tucked my fingers under the waistband and gingerly pulled them down her legs.
Fuucckk.
She was already so wet, and the electrifying bouquet of her scent intensified, plunging me deeper into a trance. I could feast on her for eons. I would live on my knees to serve her as long as she’d let me.
I roamed up her inner thighs, opening her to me so I could lean down and inhale her deeper, relishing every delicious note, every minute detail that made her her.
“Wyn…” I sputtered, barely able to form the syllables, my hands shaking, my nerves rattling deep inside me.
She tunneled her fingers through my hair, fisted a handful at the crown of my head, and tugged my face to her cunt.
Gods damn.
I was the dominant here. I was supposed to be the one in control.
But when she forced me to her, I grunted with a sick, delighted pleasure.
My cock wept, and my knot throbbed. My balls tightened.
My fangs ached. But I was a man of my word, and I speared my tongue through her, lapping up her delectable slick.
I kissed her pussy like a reverent devotee, like I’d never eaten cunt before and had just discovered the secret to happiness.
I sucked her clit and relished the way her head fell back on her shoulders.
She tightened her grip on my hair and rocked her hips against my face, urging me on.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Yes, just like that. Fuck me with your face. I’m going to cum all over you.”
“Fuck,” I sputtered against her greedy skin, but her filthy mouth invigorated me.
Her breath hitched when I hit a certain spot, so I focused on it, paying special attention with the dedication of a student learning a new skill.
I wanted to be good for her. I wanted to be the best lover she’d ever had.
I wanted her to want me as much as I yearned for her.
“Do you like that, little wolf? Is that the spot?”
“Gods, Fen,” she cried. “Keep going. Please. Right there. Put your fingers in me. Fill me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed one digit inside, keeping my tongue on her clit, and found that spongey muscle that had her bucking against me.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and when I inserted the second finger, she pushed her hips harder against my face.
Her internal muscles clamped around my fingers, and her slick flooded my hand, dripping down my palm over my wrist, tasting like divinity and perfection.
I pushed her through it, letting her ride out her euphoria as another wave of heat burst out of her.
Energy pulsed around us, but I kept going, focusing on my duty, my cock jolting and kicking between my legs.
When she collapsed against the mattress, the hormones ebbing, I crawled up her body and nestled between her legs, rubbing my length against her sensitive skin. Gods, I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that we were in this together.
I tucked my head in between her shoulder and jaw, licking over her pulse point to draw more of her inside me.
My wolf wanted to wear her scent as cologne, to have it permanently embedded inside so everyone in the pack knew who I belonged to.
I wanted to taste myself on her, to know that while she cared for everyone else, I was the only one she let take care of her.
Ignoring those greedy thoughts because they had no basis in the reality of our magic-induced haze, I leaned back so I could see her eyes. The amber glow had intensified, now flecked with gold and sunlight, enthralling me down to my marrow.
“Are you ready, Wyn?” I asked, reaching down between us to position myself at her entrance.
“I might die if you don’t,” she said.
I laughed and inched myself inside, taking it slow so I didn’t hurt her, but she grabbed my ass, sank her nails into my muscle, and shoved me home in one quick thrust.
I hissed as her warmth enveloped me. So fucking tight. So wet. So amazing. The sensations erupted over my skin, more potent and mesmerizing than anytime I’d done this before. I held myself there, basking in the ripples of pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Fuck me, Fen. Hard. Do it.” Wyn rolled her hips against me and scratched up my back to my neck.
Who was I to resist such a demand? I inched out only to shove in deep, hitting that sensitive spot that made her eyes roll back in her head.
“Yeah?” I teased. “Is that how my little wolf likes it? Rough and dangerous?”
“Gods, yes,” she moaned.
I pushed myself up on my hands by her ribs and slammed into her, rocking her body under me, making her breasts jiggle with each thrust. I couldn’t stop staring, and when it became too much, I grabbed one and squeezed.
But she liked that, too, sinking her claws deeper into my shoulder blades.
The exquisite mix of her squeezing cunt and the ache of her slicing into my skin had me harder than I’d ever been, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it.
“Want me to come inside you?” I groaned. “Huh? Want me to paint your precious cunt with my seed? Want my knot to lock us together for the rest of the night?”
Fuck, what am I saying?
I couldn’t stop the dirty words. They flowed through me, seeming to come from someplace I’d never tapped into before.
“Do you want all of me, sweetheart? Tell me. Say the words, and I’ll do anything for you.”
“Fuck, yes,” she said. “Do it. Make me yours, Fen. All of it. Don’t spill a drop.”
Maybe it was just the fog of the heat overwhelming me, but the thought of coming deep inside her slammed a kink lever I didn’t even know I had.
Sure, it felt great to finish in a tight, warm cunt, but this surpassed all of it.
It was Wyn. It was her. And the idea of my cum, my scent, my mark, being inside her tipped me over the edge.
Magic wound around us with invisible threads, tying me to her and her to me.
It tangled around my neck and yanked, and just when it tightened to the point where I thought I might suffocate, she hit another climax, and it dragged me into my own.
My cock sputtered inside her, and I growled with the release, spasms of ecstasy ricocheting up my spine and down the back of my legs.
The muscle at the base of my cock, that genetic anomaly belonging only to shifters, expanded and locked us together, holding me inside her as the rest of me trembled.
Now that my spend had fulfilled her heat, the magical energy faded, and I pushed up on my elbows, watching as she gasped down her high.
She smiled, her features relaxing, and the permanent furrow between her brows abated.
It took ten years off her face, not that she looked old to begin with.
Now, she resembled the version I’d known years ago, the one before she became the healer and bore the weight of the entire pack on her shoulders.
My focus dropped to the flush on her skin, the sweat sheen of a female in the throes of heat, and fuck, I couldn’t stop my tongue from swiping out to lick it.
When my knot eventually receded, I sat back on my haunches and stared down at the glistening sex between her legs, evidence of my cum leaking out of her cunt.
Well, that won’t do.
She’d told me not to spill a drop, and I was an obedient wolf, after all. I tenderly rubbed at the drip and pushed it back inside her. She gasped and glanced down at me, rocking into my hand.
“What are you doing?” She raised a haughty eyebrow.
“Following orders,” I replied with a grin.
“Hmm.” She tilted her head to the side, seeming to consider me. “Get back up here, wolf. You haven’t even kissed me properly.”
She was right. I’d been so preoccupied with everything else, I’d forgotten the most crucial step. But the debauched aroma coming from between her legs set me on a side quest. I couldn’t resist.
I lowered down and licked her clean, savoring the taste of our combined release.
It was honey and peaches and salt, all rolled together.
It sent another groaning pang of arousal down to my cock, which throbbed to life again.
When I was a younger wolf, my refractory period could be minutes, maybe half an hour at most. I hadn’t known those days in a long time.
But now…fuck, the combination of us charged me up again. She whimpered and rolled against my face, sliding her slick from my chin to my nose, and I drank it up, gripping her thighs, willing her to come again.
There was no greater pleasure than watching her break with her legs pressed against my ears.