Chapter 7 Morwyn
Morwyn
I didn’t know what came over me. Halfway through dinner, I’d been ready to shut him down, to tell him this was nice and I appreciated his help, but it had to end here.
I had my life at the infirmary. I didn’t have time for love and romance.
But as the night went on, my excuses faded into the distance.
Was it really so wrong to want something for myself?
Did it mean I was less dedicated to the pack if I had this one slice of happiness? More importantly, did I care?
“Wyn,” he murmured, drawing my focus to his shimmering ice blue eyes. “If you want me, I’m yours.”
It was all the consent I needed. I closed the distance between us and pressed my mouth to his, moaning at how soft and hot his was.
I grabbed his hair, his neck, his jaw, any place I could touch, and he took advantage of my parted lips to wrestle his tongue inside.
Electric energy coursed under my skin, propelling me onto his lap.
I draped my legs over his, and he grabbed my hips to rock me closer, connecting his hard arousal to my drenched, aching cunt, and the potent scent of our combined lust filled the space between us.
“Tell me what you want,” he said in between frantic kisses and desperate groans, running his palms up my ribs and back down again.
“Ravage me,” I said. “Lick me until I can’t remember my own name.
Fuck me like you’re in a rut with no end in sight.
Make me come so hard, I’ll think about it every time I touch myself for the rest of my life.
” I should have been shocked by my own filthy mouth, but the words spilled out over my lips with no hesitation.
Maybe that was because I’d known Fen so long, or perhaps it was because I so rarely let myself have this type of intimacy, but I didn’t want to waste it.
He brushed hair out of my face and grinned. “Does my little wolf need her cunt sucked?”
Four days ago, I would have been scandalized. Now, I wanted more. I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you come…eventually.”
He raised an eyebrow and ran a finger down the side of my neck, teasing the shoulder of my oversized sweater. “And what if I’m a very good boy?”
I reached down between us and gripped his cock, giving it a firm stroke over his jeans. He rocked into the movement and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as I teased him. Loving the control and the power he gave me, I leaned in to press my lips against his ear.
“I’ll tie you to my bed and keep you there until I’m done playing with you.” I bit his earlobe, and the shake in his body fueled this sudden burst of confidence. “Would you like that? Would you like being my little fuck toy?”
“Gods, you have no idea,” he replied with a harsh laugh. “But only if I get to do it to you, too.”
“Well, if you do a good job, I suppose I could be open to negotiations.” It wasn’t my intention to keep this going.
Hell, I didn’t even think I’d throw myself at him tonight.
But once the suggestion was out there, I couldn’t take it back.
Nor did I want to. The thought of continuing this situation with Fenris only filled me with anticipation and nervous excitement.
“Negotiations?” He flashed me a wolfish grin, the one that spoke to all of the devious acts his brilliant mind could conjure. “That sounds promising. Far be it from me to deny such an offer.”
I couldn’t stand the buildup. My cunt wept, and my thighs trembled, and when his cock jerked under my fingers, I wanted to lower myself to my knees to see what it would do in my mouth. And what was stopping me? He was supposed to be my toy, right? I could do whatever I wanted.
“Stay still,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “Put your hands behind your back. Keep them there.”
With a raised eyebrow, he slowly complied, lowering his palms until they met behind the chair.
I bit my bottom lip and grinned before I slid off his legs and knelt on the floor between them.
My fingers trembled as I reached for his belt, an overheated blush racing over my cheeks and down my neck.
But I didn’t care. No, I wanted to see what he looked like when he was on the verge of losing control, when I held him in my capable hands, and he had to listen to me.
He licked his lips as I unzipped his pants and reached inside to pull out his thick, angry cock, already dripping with evidence of how badly he wanted this. I squeezed the length of his velvet skin, and he sucked in a harsh gasp that twisted the tangle of butterflies in my gut, urging me on.
“How do you like it?” I asked, sliding my hand over the tip of him and back down.
“Tighter,” he groaned.
I gripped him harder, and he leaned his head back, exposing the muscles in his throat. My fangs ached to sink into that delicate flesh, to mark and claim and dominate. But I smothered that thought. This wasn’t about that.
He arched his hips in time with my strokes to match my pace, fucking my palm as I had my way with him. Gods, it was a revelation to see him like this. A strong, powerful shifter reduced to a mewling, panting mess all because I had him in the palm of my hand. I wanted more.
I leaned in to lick a path on the underside, from root to tip and back down, flicking the tip of my tongue along his frenulum. His entire body jerked, and he lifted his head, eyes wide as he stared down at me.
“Fuck, Wyn.” He spread his knees wider to make more room for me, and I took advantage, scooting closer for a better angle. “You’re amazing. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve—”
“Hush,” I said. “You spent the last four days taking care of me. I want to return the favor.”
I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him deeper, and his scent hit me like a battering ram. It burrowed deep in my lungs, filling me with such decadent bliss and ecstasy, I imagined I could spend years between his legs and never tire of it.
Mine, my wolf growled. Mine.
“I didn’t do it as a favor,” he mumbled through broken sobs.
“No?” I raised an eyebrow as I pulled back to look up at him. “Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.” He furrowed his eyebrows with an adorable look of confusion and wanton abandon; my heart nearly skipped a beat.
I wanted to be the only one to see him like this. I didn’t want him sitting in anyone else’s kitchen, verbally bound to a chair while they had their wicked way with him. The mere thought of it sent a slice of disturbing jealousy straight through my chest.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice cracked like the tension between us had finally broken him.
I thought about telling him the truth, that I wanted to ruin him for any other females, that I wanted him planted at my kitchen table for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t rational.
We weren’t together. We didn’t make sense together.
Me, the overworked healer. Him, the reckless playboy.
It was a match made in hell, indeed. That did not stop my wolf from whining at the notion.
Done with talking, I went back to worshipping his cock with my mouth.
I lapped at his skin and swallowed his leaking desire, working him into delirium.
I alternated between slow, steady retreats and hard, fast pulls, ignoring my gag reflex when he hit the back of my throat.
He shuddered when I swirled my tongue around the head, so I focused my attention there, fluttering the tip of my tongue over the soft spot on the underside while I slid my fist over the base with the exact instructions he’d given me earlier.
I relished his taste, salty and sweet and pure male shifter.
Somewhere deep in the pit of my heart, I knew I was destroying myself for any encounter that would come after him.
The power was too intoxicating. He’d been with countless females.
He’d made his way around the pack a hundred times over.
But me? I brought him to this inevitable surrender.
I had him shaking and white-knuckled around the rungs of the chair. I didn’t want it to end.
“Wyn,” he groaned. “Stop. Please stop. I’m going—” Despite his words, he rucked his hips up, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth. I sucked him harder, pulling on him, refusing to give up now that I had him exactly where I wanted him. “Fucckk.”
His cock jerked as I finished him off, his cum shooting over my tongue and down my throat in a glorious display of prowess that had me smiling around him.
He moaned and whimpered, and his entire body tensed with the climax, veins protruding on his neck and arms like roadways on a map of his pleasure.
I swallowed his spend like it gave me life, like I’d been waiting for thirty years to be in this exact moment with him.
When he relaxed, I released him with a soft pop and sat back on my heels, entirely too pleased with myself.
“Such a good boy,” I teased, swiping my tongue over my lips to gather any remaining drops.
“Let me go,” he demanded in that harsh tone he’d used in my office earlier. “Now.”
I raised an eyebrow at the indignation. “And if I refuse?”
“Don’t test me, little wolf.” His eyes shimmered, all evidence of his human side now gone, replaced by his baser animal instincts. “Release me.”
Sensing I was dancing with something far more dangerous than the man I’d known for decades, I sat back on my haunches and nodded. “Fine. You’re released. You did—”
His quick reach forward stopped me. He wrapped his fist in my hair and yanked my head back, leaning over me in a territorial, imposing posture. “Your mouth is a sin. Do you know that?”