Chapter 18 Sharing a Bed on Purpose
Wynn
Marlow’s tongue slides in my mouth as his body covers mine and presses me into the bed. He's kissing me with purpose, spine-melting, toe-tingling purpose, a kiss designed to unravel me completely, to strip away any lingering doubt until all that’s left is the ache of wanting him.
And it’s working. God, it’s working.
I have zero interest in being anywhere else or doing anything other than letting him devour me.
Marlow's normally cool blue eyes are all fire when he pulls back to strip off his shirt, which fits. Isn't the blue part the hottest part of the flame?
My mouth goes dry when he reveals all that inked skin, the tattoos sprawling across his chest suddenly within reach.
My fingers itch to trace the patterns while my lips crave the taste of his skin.
Marlow has no hesitation, his hands just as scorching as his gaze when he impatiently tugs off my shirt.
I rise to meet him and he pushes me back down onto the mattress, smiling all smug and hot. What’s he so smug about?
"Are you enjoying holding me down?"
"Absolutely," he admits without shame. "Come on, it's hot. My biggest asset right now is my razor-sharp wit, and let's face it, that's useless against a werewolf."
His fingers circle one nipple, teasing it into an aching peak.
He watches with rapt attention as my body reacts and arches into his touch.
"But here I am holding you down just because you need me so badly.” Fuck.
When he puts it that way… "I would love to draw this out and see if I can make you howl in your human form, but we've been sharing a bed without doing anything dirty and the blue balls are no joke.”
"Yeah," I say. "Shut up and take off your pants."
It’s a race to get the rest of our clothes off and then Marlow's hand wraps around my arousal, moving with deliberate strokes that send lightning through my veins.
"This is a nice cock," he comments as his thumb circles the head of my erection, and I buck into his hand, seeking more of his touch. "Do you have a knot?"
"Oh my god," I mutter, a flush creeping up my neck. "Seriously?"
He shrugs. "Just wondering."
"Well, no, sorry to disappoint. Only alphas have those."
"Nah, that's fine. Would be wasted on me anyway.” He doesn’t seem disappointed at all, running his fingers down my shaft and becoming more familiar with every inch of me. “Damn, you are long. It wouldn't take much to get you in my throat. I don't have a gag reflex, but you... you might test that."
He leaves a trail of kisses and nips down my body, and I'm aching for him as he positions himself between my legs.
“Just need a taste.” As Marlow's mouth closes around me, I let out a strangled gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. I can’t look away, not even for a second, because the sight of him—dark lashes fluttering, cheeks hollowed, tongue working me over—is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He takes as much as he can, throat working as he swallows around me.
The sensation is so intense I swear I might black out if he keeps going.
But then the bastard pulls back.
"Fuck. Wish I could keep going. Curse those damn blue balls.” He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and slides back up until we’re eye to eye. He cages me in with his arms, breath ragged as he stares down at me like I’m prey. “I really need to be inside you."
"That's... yeah, that's cool too. Totally." I nod.
He studies me. "Do you mean that or are you just covering your disappointment?"
"No! I mean, no. Not disappointed," I say, trying not to be too eager. "You can... I mean, if you want."
Marlow tilts his head, studying me. It’s a struggle to stay still under the assessing gaze.
"Oh," he says.
"Oh?"
A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he effortlessly sees right through me. "You meant it," he declares. "You need me inside you. Desperately. I think it's scrambled your brain just thinking about it."
"No," I protest.
"Yes. You've thought about it before, haven’t you? More than once,” Marlow purrs, smile sharp and wicked. “And now you're under me and you’re so close, so close to having my cock inside you. No need to hide it, big bad wolf. You need it, don't you?"
"Um..."
"It's okay," he says, surprisingly sweet. "You can tell me."
"…God, yes," I admit.
"Knew it."
"Open the second drawer," I demand. My nose tells me Josh left us a gift.
Marlow opens the drawer and finds the lube inside. “Did Josh leave this here for us? Your cousin's mate is cooler than him in every way.”
Can’t really argue at the moment.
Marlow slicks his fingers and prepares me, moving efficiently instead of drawing it out.
Yet every time his fingers sink deeper, my breath still catches.
I bite back whines, telling myself I can wait just a little longer until I'm ready, even though every cell in my body screams for him to hurry up and take me already.
"Do you have a knot?" I wonder to distract myself from begging for his cock.
"No, not a wolf," he grunts as he works another finger in.
"Just wondering."
"Yeah, would you like it if I did?"
"Never been with a demon, just curious."
"You didn't answer my question," he notes.
And I'm not about to.
"I do have a tail," he continues. "Unfortunately, I need more power to make my demon form corporeal. One day, I'll show you what my tail can do."
The ideas keep stacking up. Drawing things out and taking our time, Marlow blowing me, showing me his tail. Quite a list we're creating. Almost like we're making plans for the future. Sexy plans, not romantic at all… but it’s a start.
Once I'm ready, the bed creaks under us as I turn around. I get on my hands and knees and feel Marlow against my back, slotting in behind me almost instantly, as if he's just as eager.
"Yes," I utter, rocking back as he pushes forward, stretching me open. His cock is hot and fills me easily as he slides deeper. My moan echoes in the room, and there's a moment of perfect breath-catching fullness as he sheathes himself to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck," I groan as he starts up a steady rhythm.
"Yeah, you like that?" He growls in my ear.
The question comes right after his hard length plunges back inside me, and all I can do is moan and nod.
"Of course you do. You've been aching for this the whole time, haven't you?"
The friction is exquisite, each impact sending shivers of ecstasy rippling through me. I rock back to meet his every thrust as I realize, "Oh my god, you're not going to stop talking, are you?"
"Of course not," he admits gleefully. "Is that really a problem? You like my mouth, don't you?"
He's right. I want every filthy word along with every thrust that drives him deeper. His cock hits just the right spot to make my whole body tremble with need. I can’t help making noise.
"Oh, yes!"
"What was that?"
"Fuck yes, Marlow!"
His smug dirty talk, while sexy as hell, doesn't fool me. There’s restraint in his voice as he works to keep a steady pace. His gaze palpable, laser-focused on where we’re joined, watching his cock sink into me. He's riveted and just as keyed up as I am.
"Fuck," he says between heavy breaths. "Can't last long. This is even better than I imagined."
My stomach does a flip. "You imagined?"
"Like I said. One bed. Blue balls."
He’s right. Much as I’d love to take my time with him, my cock leaks under me, desperate for some relief.
I move one hand from the bed to wrap around my rigid length, stroking myself.
My other hand braces against the mattress, my knees bearing most of my weight as I drive backwards to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck, right there, please," I gasp out.
"Yeah, I'll give it to you," he promises. "Holy shit. What are you doing?"
"Uh, jacking myself off?"
"Cool, yeah. Are you holding yourself up one-handed while I fuck you?"
A shaky laugh escapes me at the question. "Not really. My knees are doing most of the work. Werewolf, remember?"
"Okay, well, what if I..." Marlow adjusts us, pulling my legs out from under me until they’re no longer supporting me. He drills into me without missing a beat, hitting exactly the right spot.
I groan and keep going, holding myself up with my free hand while the one around my cock speeds up.
"You're still doing it," he says.
"I'm still a werewolf."
"Holy fuck, that is so hot."
Oh, I was wondering what was up with the questions.
He likes my casual werewolf strength. A lot.
Marlow curses and breathes short encouragements while he watches, no longer able to manage an endless stream of dirty talking while he’s transfixed by my little display.
I keep jerking myself off while supporting my weight one-handed, and it doesn’t take long before Marlow’s hips stutter and he starts coming with a long groan.
The feeling of him pulsing inside me sends me over the edge while my hand works frantically over my cock. Orgasm crashes through me and I bite down on my lip to muffle the howl that wants to escape—apparently Marlow was right about that possibility.
Marlow collapses against my back, both of us breathing hard.
His weight feels good, grounding me as aftershocks ripple through my system.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath.
Eventually, Marlow pulls out carefully, and I miss the connection immediately.
I roll onto my side, unsure what to do now.
Resisting the alluring, infuriating demon any longer was impossible but that doesn’t mean sleeping together was the best idea. What happens now? Should we talk about it?
Marlow flops down next to me, already knowing what I’m thinking. "Don't make this weird, Blackwood."
I laugh despite myself. "I wasn't going to make it weird."
"You were absolutely going to get weird. I can see it in your face. You're already overthinking." He reaches over and traces a finger along my jaw. "Just... don't. Not tonight."
The simple touch sends a shiver through me. My mate. My maybe mate. That’s who is touching me. That’s who I just slept with. My potential mate. The thought still feels surreal but less terrifying than it did a week ago.
"Okay," I agree softly.
Marlow plants a lazy kiss on my forehead and then smushes his head into his pillow without any ceremony, effectively ending the conversation in favor of getting some sleep.
The hand that had been on my face finds its way to my chest, resting close to my heart.
It’s still there when I close my eyes and drift off.