Chapter 7 Morwyn #2
He licked a trail from my chin to the corner of my lips, and when his tongue came away with a milky residue, I realized I’d missed a spot…
and he’d just cleaned his own cum from my face.
Heat pulsed between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together in a pathetic attempt to soothe it.
Gods, how I wanted him. How I ached for him.
It shouldn’t be right, but in that moment, nothing had ever felt more certain.
“Now, I think you said something about being licked until you can’t remember your own name and being fucked like I’m in a rut.” He tightened his grip on my hair, and the dazzling pleasure-pain echoed down my spine until it settled in my gut with a sharp clench.
I could have submitted to him like I’d done earlier. My wolf wanted me to. But the courage of turning him into a weeping pile of mush still raced through my veins, making me bold and bratty.
“Have you ever been in a rut, Fen?” I grinned and raised an eyebrow.
He chuckled, but the sound held no mirth—only the promise of perversion and wicked acts.
“You’re about to find out.” He growled before scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing and carrying me through the house to my bedroom at the back, where he unceremoniously dropped me onto the mattress.
Laughing, I scrambled to my knees and grabbed the bottom of my sweater to lift it over my head.
He shoved his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them while I removed my leggings, and when I went for my panties, he grabbed my wrists to stop me.
“No,” he said. “Wait.”
Wait?
I froze while he reached behind his head to yank his shirt up and over, and I smothered the girlish tingle in my bones at the sight of his biceps flexing.
He was such a beautiful thing, so well made and agonizingly built.
No wonder my fellow pack-mates threw themselves at his feet.
When that tell-tale envy roared through my blood, I tried to put a stop to that, too.
He was here…in my room…with me. No one else was allowed, certainly no one from his past.
He stood naked before me, and I raked my gaze down the length of him. His chiseled pecs cascaded to his defined abs and the Adonis belt at his hips, which led me to the gorgeous cock I’d spent twenty minutes devouring.
“Lie down,” he ordered, and with a smirk, I obliged, resting my head against my pillows while he crawled over me, dragging his nose along my calf to my thigh to pause at my hip.
He stared up at me while he opened his mouth to reveal his elongated fangs, bright and shining in the glow of the moonlight.
My heart thumped as he bit into the waistband of my underwear and dragged the lace down my legs, off my feet, tossing them somewhere on the floor.
When I was completely bared to him, he sat back and rested his giant hands on his thighs.
I had nothing to be self-conscious of. I knew how I looked, and he clearly wanted me, but as the seconds ticked by and he only ran his gaze over my cooling skin, I couldn’t help the quiver that shuddered through my muscles.
“What?” I started to push up on my elbows, but he shook his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this?” He ran his hand over his mouth and pushed it back through his hair.
I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Don’t tease me, Fen.”
“I’m not teasing.” He put his hands on the mattress by my ribs and covered my body with his, pressing his lips to mine with a tender kiss. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
He met my eyes, and the look behind them forced all the air out of my lungs.
They twinkled with adoration, with softness and affection, and something bordering too close to love.
Just when my chest tightened, just when I’d been about to shut this whole thing down, he grinned and tucked his nose into my neck, biting and licking over the sensitive spot where my future mate would put his mark.
Goosebumps erupted down my torso as I tilted my neck to give him more room and dragged my nails up his ribs to latch onto his hair.
“Now, stay still, little wolf,” he said, drawing down my body, peppering my sensitive skin with delicate licks and open-mouthed kisses. “I’ve got work to do.”
He settled his massive shoulders between my legs and hooked my calves over his shoulders, nuzzling into my cunt like it was home, and he’d been gone far too long.
“Gods, your scent,” he murmured. “Fucking mouthwatering. Heaven.”
I arched into him when he dragged his tongue through my slick skin, licking and savouring with a tender hum of approval.
“I know,” I said, but I didn’t mean me. I meant him.
The way his thick, heady aroma filled my room should have scared me, but it only made me feel safer.
It held a vibrant undertone of warning, of possession, and the trained medical professional inside tried to warn me to pay more attention.
But I’d long since given control over to my wolf.
She preened and rolled around in it, coating herself in it, hoping it lingered long after he left in the morning.
Mine, she roared louder. Mine.
Yours, came a faint male whisper. Yours.
I was too lost in my lust to pay it any mind.
Fire raced through my veins as he held me down and wrung pleasure from my body like he’d been practicing me for eons.
He fucked me with his tongue before sucking my clit into his mouth with a long, pulsing pull.
I arched off the bed and rolled my pelvis into his face, sinking my fingers into the sheets on either side of me.
Desperation clawed at my insides, screaming to be let loose, willing me to dissolve into the intimacy with him and never let it go.
I memorized the way his eyes looked, peering up at me from in between my legs, and my cunt clenched angrily around emptiness, begging to be filled.
“Fuck me, Fen,” I murmured. “Please, I need you.”
“No,” he roared and draped an arm over my hips to hold me still. “You gave me strict orders, and I’m a man of my word.”
I threw my head back in frustration, but that forced a delighted laugh out of his mouth.
“Aww, you poor greedy thing.” He circled my entrance with a finger before dipping it slowly…painfully…inside. “How’s that, huh? Better?”
“Yes.” I sighed into the contact. “More.”
One finger became two, and my cunt fluttered against the welcome intrusion.
He found that spot inside that had me melting into the bed with sickening exhilaration.
He dragged the flat of his tongue over my clit, yanking me down into a blissful hell that had me pleading for release.
I speared a hand through his hair and tugged, but that intensified his determination.
He moaned and purred, sending shockwaves of vibrations through my lower half.
My muscles tensed, the wave of climax nearly there.
Shameful words poured over my lips, things like “Yes, suck me harder,” and “Fuck me with your face.” Things I’d certainly regret in the morning, but in the hormone-induced blur, all boundaries between us had disappeared.
When my orgasm finally claimed me, he fucked me harder, slurped me faster, pressing me down.
The wet sounds we made together should have been obscene, but they, too, added to my complete and utter unravelment.
I’d wanted him to lick me so good, I couldn’t remember my own name, and when I resurfaced from my post-climax glow, my limbs were weightless, and my mind had gone fuzzy. He peered up at me from between my thighs with that smug, arrogant smile, his lips and chin glistening with my slick.
“Gods, I love doing that to you,” he said before dragging his long, soft tongue over my cunt again. I curled into the contact and tried to push his forehead away, the touch almost painful.
“No. Too sensitive.” I slurred like I’d drunk a fifth of whiskey by myself, but that didn’t distract him.
He kissed my clit before crawling up my body again, connecting our flesh from chest to hips, and I wrapped my legs around his lower back, dragging my wet cunt over his cock. “Fill me. Please, Fen.”
“Oh, so polite after you come on my face,” he teased, leaning down to lick up my windpipe, pausing again on the spot near my shoulder where my scent plumed the strongest. “Want me to wreck you like I’m in a rut, little wolf? Want me to hold you down and take out my aggression on that tight cunt?”
I shivered as another wave of arousal hit me between the legs. “Yes. Gods, yes.”
“Hmm.” He grinned and sat up, cool air rushing to coat my overheated skin. “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”
It was a vulnerable position, but my wolf understood immediately.
His inner beast wanted me to present to him, wanted me to be face down and ass up, ready and willing to receive him.
I shifted my weight around, pushing up on my knees and lowering my upper body to the sheets.
Warm calloused hands gripped my ass, massaging the flesh before roaming to my hips.
His sweat-coated chest pressed to my back as he brought his lips to my ear.
“I’m about to take you rough, Wyn,” he said. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I whispered.
The words barely left my lips before he positioned himself at my entrance and slammed home. The stretch ached in the best way, and my cunt clenched around him. Full…I felt so full and elated, and when his cock slid against the perfect spot, I nearly came again.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Always so good.” He gripped my hips and retreated, only to surge back in all the way.
He echoed through my bones, through every part of me that had ached to be completed.
His hips slapped against my backside as he fucked me hard, and I put a hand on the headboard to keep from banging into it with each punishing thrust.