Chapter 5
Forge
Her eyes are huge. She looks nervous, stunned.
But eager. I sense the need shivering through her.
It’s time to tell her. She trusts me—at least, a little. And my animal is calmer now I’ve gotten her to safety.
I move right to the edge of my seat so I’m close to her. “Because you’re mine, Maya.”
Her mouth falls open. Of course, it comes as a shock—she’s human. But she knows werewolves, I remind myself. She’ll be familiar with their possessive ways.
“What does that mean?” she says in a breathy voice.
“It means you’re mine to cherish, to protect. It means your sweet cherry is mine to take—”
Her knees press together convulsively. Fuck. She’s imagining me inside her. My cock surges and I fight to keep the pleasure from showing on my face.
“It means you belong to me. You’re my mate.”
Her pupils are huge and her chest rises and falls. “But, I can’t… can’t mate.” She breaks off, her eyes brimming with emotion.
Okay. That was way too fast. I need to give her time. She’s young, innocent. Still a virgin, after all.
No rush, Forge.
“Nothing wrong with kissing, though?” I growl.
She hesitates. But her nostrils flare and she zeroes in on my lips. Is she remembering how passionately she kissed me earlier? I sure hope so.
“Kissing never hurt anyone,” I say, low, crooning. “Just a little fun.”
My beast swells beneath my skin and I push it right back down. It doesn’t understand the concept of fun. All it’s thinking about is mate. Claim. Possess.
Later.
Right now, I’m going to focus on giving this little angel as much pleasure as she can take.
I reach for her hand and draw her nearer. She gets up from her seat and stumbles toward me. Holy crap. She does want this. Her small hand rests on my knee for balance and my wolf lets off a growl. When she’s close enough, I snatch her up and pull her onto my lap.
She feels all tense, shaky, but when I dip my head and press my lips to hers, she lets out a ragged moan.
I draw back, gaze into her eyes in wonder. They’re deep blue pools of yearning. “Wound tight, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
I chafe her lower lip with my thumb. “You want this?”
She gives a quick nod.
“What do you want?”
“You to kiss me some more.”
“What else?”
She hesitates.
“You better tell me, if I’m gonna know how to respect your boundaries,” I growl. “Otherwise I’ll have to interpret them for myself.” I slide my hand up the back of her shirt and she gasps.
“Tell me, Maya.”
“Your hands. On my body,” she rushes out, her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “You’re killing me. You realize that?”
She gives a coquettish smile. Then she shuffles around so she’s straddling me. Her pussy presses right against my swollen cock. I can feel the moist heat of her core, smell her honeysuckle scent.
Fucking annihilated.
How am I going to rein my animal back in now?
She’s my mate, I remind myself. The first time has to be perfect.
I fix her with a stern look. “You can’t change your mind later, you know? You start begging for my cock, it’ll be too late.”
I’m full of shit. She ever begs for my cock, I’ll give it to her until the damn thing drops off.
But I want her to understand what she’s getting into. What it costs a wolf when his mate wants him to kiss her and nothing more.
She looks a little shocked, but she adjusts herself on my lap, like she’s trying to feel me out. The friction sends a bolt of red-hot need through my dick.
“Even if you go doing things like that,” I growl.
I take her silky, blonde head in my hands and I possess her sweet mouth again. She’s so soft, pliant. I plunge my tongue in deep, feel the velvet of her own tongue. She’s innocent, but enthusiastic, and it’s a beautiful thing to experience.
She loops her arms around my neck and presses herself closer to me.
I cup her lovely round ass in both hands, tugging her in, then my hands ride up, beneath the thin fabric of her tank top.
When I reach her bra, unfastening the clasp is a reflex action.
It’s a flimsy little thing. It slides right off her, with no shoulder straps.
I draw back from our kiss, ease her back on my lap and take in the sight of her tits, teasing me through the skimpy white tank top.
Her nipples stand out, two hard little pebbles, and I can just make out the darker shade of her areolas.
Taking hold of the straps of her shirt, I ease them off her shoulders and slide the whole thing down, until her bare breasts are revealed.
What a goddamn feast for my eyes. Tender pink nipples, hard with need, on top of perfect, round tits. Reverently, I lower my head and take the right one into my mouth.
The second my tongue makes contact with her hard little bud, she unleashes a wild cry. Christ, she’s sensitive.
“Forge,” she mutters.
“What, honey?” I rasp.
“Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t going to,” I say and I lash my tongue against her nipple.
She’s full of sighs and groans of appreciation.
She grips my head in her small hands, moving me from left to right and back again.
And all the time, her hips keep up a sweet frantic rhythm.
She’s driving me to distraction. It’s more than a man can be expected to take.
I unzip her jeans and slide my hand in. Even the outside of those bright pink panties is soaking wet. I cup her little pussy, rub my thumb against her clit.
She gives another wild moan. “Please, Forge.”
I smile to myself. “Please, what?”
“Please touch me there.”
“Where?” It’s a wicked game, but it’s too much fun.
“Please touch my…my pussy. I need your fingers inside me.”
My breath comes out in a rush. She’s too fucking hot.
I shove her drenched panties out the way and touch my angel’s bare pussy for the first time. A soft, soft wisp of hair and the sweetest, slipperiest folds.
“Fuck,” I mutter, against her mouth. The thought of this tiny pussy gripping my cock blows my mind.
When I skate a fingertip across her clit, she shudders.
I slide back, toward her entrance. It’s tight, barely any space for my finger.
Jesus. Still intact. She pushes her hips back eagerly, but I slide away again.
I make a promise to myself: when she’s begging for me to mate her, I’ll fill her tight pussy with my thick cock.
I’ll give her every inch. She’s tiny but she’s made for me, and I’ve waited forever for her.
“I’m taking you inside,” I mutter in her ear. I stand up, bringing her with me and she wraps her legs around my waist, her beautiful bare tits pressing against my chest.
Inside the cabin, I bring her right over to the bed and lay her down. She looks so small spread out on the coverlet, her silky hair fanned out around her.
She reaches for my T-shirt, trying to tug it up. Jesus, this innocent girl is hungry for me. My wolf whines, but I push it back down, catch Maya’s wrists in mine. “Uh-uh. You want me to control myself, my clothes stay on.”
She makes a sound of disappointment, but quits fighting me.
I make short work of her sneakers, socks, jeans and shirt, until she’s lying in just her panties.
Her soft thighs are slightly parted, and the pink fabric is totally drenched.
With desire for me. The thought brings me another step closer to shooting my load.
I press my face to the wet patch and nuzzle her.
My nose fills with honeysuckle and cotton candy.
Staying right where I am, I tug her panties down.
She helps me, lifting up her hips, and there she is, all bared for me. Her pussy is all pink and as perfect as a budding rose. When I push her thighs apart to see her better, she squirms and protests.
“Don’t want me looking at you?” I say gruffly.
“I…ohh…” she mutters something unintelligible.
“Don’t want me seeing how pretty your pussy is?”
She puts her hands over her face, but she quits trying to squeeze her thighs closed.
When I spread her labia with my fingers, she gasps.
A thrill of delight goes through me. My little angel is an exhibitionist. A shy one.
But I bet, with a little encouragement, she’ll get to love displaying her sexy body for me.
I take my time, seeing how beautiful she is. Enjoying the sight of her maidenhead, still intact.
Soon it’ll be gone. My cock will steal it away, and she’ll be mine forever.
I drop my head and taste her for the first time. The sweetest nectar flows over my tongue.
“Forge,” she cries. “Oh, god!” Her tiny fingers tug at my hair.
I love the way she cries my name like this. Love the way she wants me. I lick her all over while she sighs and moans, and then I fasten onto her clit. Suck it into my mouth a little.
I swear it’s a magic button. Her hips start jolting, her breath comes fast and quick, and I feel a tremor building inside her.
I stay right where I am, and keep on licking at that little bud.
“Oh, god,” she mutters, her nails digging at my head. It’s getting kinda painful to tell the truth, but no way am I going to stop her. Nothing would make me destroy this beautiful onslaught toward ecstasy.
“Forge… I… I’m gonna explode or something…” she yelps.
I barely have time to chuckle in delight, before it happens. Her thighs clamp around my head while her clit throbs in my mouth, and she shudders all over in awesome fucking spasms.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
I keep licking her, riding her through her orgasm, until she’s all wrung out.
When she finally quits trembling, I lift myself up and slide up the bed so I can draw her into my arms. She clings to me, as weak as a kitten. Her eyes are a sky full of constellations and her lips redder and sweeter than ever. She looks stunned, blissed out.
Her first orgasm, on my lips.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
I chuckle. “You don’t need to thank me, honey. The pleasure was all mine.”
Her forehead furrows. “You liked it?”
“I more than liked it. It was… it was…” Pure heaven.
“The sweetest thing I’ve tasted in my life,” I manage at last.
She gives a burst of laughter. It’s unrestrained and as joyful as a child’s. I promise myself I’ll make her laugh like that a whole lot more.
Yup. Me, Forge, famously unruffled, grumpy bastard, is going to make this little angel happy.
Maya’s eyelids flutter closed. I watch, fascinated, as her eyelashes settle against her cheeks and her whole body relaxes.
Her breathing slows, and… she’s fallen asleep in my arms. She trusts me to keep her safe while she’s at her most vulnerable.
There’s a strange little flutter in my chest. I ignore my raging hard-on, and the wet patch of pre-cum that my dick has left on my jeans, and I take her in while she sleeps.
She’s not wearing any make-up. I like that, like the way her natural beauty shines through.
Her eyelashes are long, fine, and the same gold as her sweetly arched eyebrows.
Her skin has an incredible texture—pale and translucent, with a golden glow.
Her cheeks are flushed pink from her orgasm, and so is her chest, while her nipples are still pebbled.
I ignore the urge to touch them, and let her snooze.
I’m longing for her to wake up so we can play some more, but when she gives a soft, drowsy sigh and her breathing deepens, I leave her to sleep.
She must be exhausted after everything she’s been through today, poor thing.
I ease away from her and pull the free side of the comforter over her lovely body.
Now, I’m gonna do something about my boner.
I’m gonna deal with my wolf, which is currently tearing me to shit.
And I’m going to try to figure out what the hell I’m going to do about Maya’s missing brother.
Hopefully in that order.
I step out of the cabin and close the door softly behind me.