Chapter 5
Vaughn
Ihaul my clothes on and head downstairs. What a fucking asshole I am. Last night, I vowed not to scare the poor girl. To keep myself under control. And now she’s seen me naked, and hard. And I haven’t so much as kissed her.
In the kitchen, I flick on the coffee machine, then I start rooting through the Tupperware boxes, seeing what I can feed Lily for breakfast. But my thoughts are flying in all directions. Wondering what she’s thinking right now. If she’s freaked out. If she’s going to try to run away or kick me out.
There’s no way I’ll leave her unprotected if she does. I’m going to keep watch over her, no matter what.
But I want more than that.
Much more.
I want to take her virginity. Give her my claiming mark.
My beast is roaring. Ready. Panting for her.
It can’t happen.
She’s too young for me.
Practically my niece.
I vowed loyalty to her mom. No way can I be lusting after her daughter.
It’s wrong. Wrong. A hundred miles past wrong and into the next county.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
“Don’t move a muscle,” comes a voice from behind me. A voice that sounds like honey and tinkling streams.
On reflex, I turn around.
There she is, in the kitchen doorway, hands on hips, wearing a plaid button-down and blue jeans, her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. She looks fresh and mischievous. And not angry or scared, or disgusted. Relief pours through me.
Her lips are so prettily pursed with mock seriousness that I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless.
I’m not sure what she’s getting at, but I think it’s a game, and I already like it.
I frown, look at the fridge, and back at her again. “Or what?”
She bites her lower lip like she’s deciding whether to say something. Then she shrugs. “I’m cooking breakfast. It’s only fair.” She stalks over and peers into the fridge. “Any eggs in there?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Mary’s been showing me how to cook them, but my efforts always wind up tasting like rubber.”
She lets out an adorable chuckle. “Then I’ll be cooking your eggs in the morning from now on.” She meets my gaze with a bold look, and my breath shudders in my chest.
Does she mean every morning? I sure hope so.
“If you insist,” I say, because she’s looking at me expectantly.
“Good,” she says with a smile and gets to work cracking eggs and mixing them in a bowl.
She demands bread, and drops four slices in the toaster.
I pour the coffee, looking at her sideways, taken by her feistiness.
Is she offended by what just happened? She doesn’t seem like she is.
I let my eyes linger for one more delicious moment on her full curvy ass, displayed to perfection in her tight jeans. So ripe, so ready for mating.
“I’m sorry about what happened just now—” I begin. “My wolf got kind of out of control.”
She puts down the egg bowl and spins to face me. Her cheeks are a little pink, but she doesn’t look embarrassed. She looks… eager.
“I saw that.” Her gaze drops to my crotch. Then the tip of her tongue darts out and runs across her upper lip.
Holy crap. My cock hardens again, swelling against my zipper.
She takes a step closer to me, lips parted, eyelids heavy. “I’d never seen a naked man before.”
Jesus. Too much.
I can’t. I shouldn’t.
But she’s mine.
I’ve never felt like this before.
My beast is swelling beneath my skin. Burning for her.
Mate, it roars.
I take in her rosebud lips, her full, luscious figure.
Lily is not her mother. She’s her own person. She stirs my animal in a totally different way.
This is not just a puppy crush, a promise to protect.
This is raw need: to mate, to claim. To make her mine.
Forever.
The last threads of my self-control snap.
I step forward, put my arms around her and lift her up, onto the island.
And then I take possession of her soft mouth.
She sighs as my lips crush against hers. She’s so soft. I want to be gentle. Want to make everything special for her, but soon I’m going in deeper, parting her lips with my own.
When my tongue slides into her mouth, she moans around it. I wrap my arms around her body, hold her tight while I kiss her deeper and deeper. Her lovely thick thighs are parted and I pull them closer, shoving myself between them, until my cock presses up against her pussy.
I can feel her heat, coming through the fabric of her pants, and the honey scent of her arousal wafts up. I want to be inside her so bad, want to feel her virgin pussy gripping my cock.
My hand wanders up to her tits. Big, ripe, full. “Beautiful,” I growl in her ear, while I squeeze them.
“Too big,” she mutters.
I jerk backward in disbelief. “Are you serious? They’re perfect.”
She makes a small, embarrassed sound, but when I chafe her hard little nipples with my thumbs, she sighs.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yeah,” she pants.
“Want me to stop?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Then take off your shirt and let me see them,” I growl. I need this. Need her to offer herself to me. It’s the only way I can make things right with my conscience.
She hesitates, then her small fingers go to the top button, and she unfastens it.
Another bolt of desire charges through me, and I watch, enraptured as she opens her shirt. Her bra is white and lacy, and I can just see the darker shade of her nipples peeking through.
My cock is so hard it hurts. “And the bra,” I grunt out.
She draws her lower lip between her teeth as she reaches behind her back and unfastens the hook. Slowly, slowly, like the most deliciously innocent striptease in the world, she slides it off, and her big, creamy tits are revealed to me for the first time.
I can’t hold back any longer. I fall on them, taking her tender pink nipples into my mouth.
One, then the other, squeezing, sucking on them, like I’m feeding off her.
She gasps and sighs, and throws her head back. It’s as sexy as hell.
“Vaughn,” she mutters, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to, but there’s more of you I want to taste,” I growl.
And I want this princess to be comfy while I’m doing it.
I scoop her up off the island and carry her out of the room, down the hallway and into the living room.
Then I lay her down on a squishy old sofa. I want to tear the rest of her clothes off, plunge myself inside her, but I force myself to slow down.
I’ve gotta be gentle with her, I remind myself. She grew up around brutal men who didn’t give a shit about women’s happiness, never mind their pleasure.
When I reach for the zipper on her jeans, she stiffens.
“I’ve never done this… I mean, I’ve never done anything before,” she says breathily.
Holy crap, is she trying to make me blow my load?
“We’re going to take it slow, honey,” I say, stroking her soft cheek.
“I mean, I want to. I’m just real embarrassed, because you’re older and have all this experience.”
I shrug. “Feels like the first time for me.”
Which is true. Can’t even remember any of the women I’ve been with in the past. None of them could hold a candle to Lily. Kinda wish I’d saved myself for my mate. “I’m just glad if my experience means I can make it extra good for you,” I growl.
Her breath comes out in a rush. She’s totally adorable. She pushes at the waistband of her jeans, and I help her tug them down.
Her panties are soaking wet. Drenched.
When I cup her hot mound, she lets out a wild moan.
“What do you want?” I growl.
“I want all of you, Vaughn,” she whimpers, and her eyes zero in on the bulge in my pants.
“This?” I grasp my dick through my jeans, give it a little shake.
“Uh huh,” she says uncertainly.
“Wanna see it again?”
She nods.
I don’t need any more encouragement. I tear off my T-shirt, then I drag down my zipper and pull out my cock.
Her eyes widen as she takes it in. It’s bigger, harder than the last time she saw it.
“I don’t think I can…” she mutters, looking scared.
“There’s no rush, honey,” I tell her. “I’m gonna make sure you’re all ready for me by the time I take your virginity. Even if it takes a week. A month.”
Relief chases across her beautiful features.
I watch as she drinks me in, her gaze wandering from my pecs to my cock and back again. If she likes the look of this big ol’ scarred body of mine, I’m glad.
She reaches out a trembling hand and takes hold of my shaft.
Fuck.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
Her hand is like silk. How much softer is her pussy going to be? Her fingers run over my cock, my balls. I clench my jaw. Gotta let her explore. Resist my beast’s urge to claim her.
“How’s it going to feel inside me?” she asks.
“Real good,” I promise.
She frowns. “But it’s so big.”
“You had anything inside you before?”
She shakes her head.
“Not your fingers?”
Her cheeks go pink. “No.”
“Not a hairbrush? Or a vibrator?”
She giggles. “No, nothing.”
Holy crap. She’s unbelievable. This virgin princess.
I take hold of her panties and begin to ease them down her thighs. “You just relax, honey. I’m going to make you feel real good.”
My breath catches at the sight of her little triangle of pubic hair, the same rich chestnut as the hair on her head.
I ease her back against the couch cushions and I take in her naked body. Beautiful, curvy, virgin goddess. And all mine.
When I try to spread her sweet thighs, she resists me a little.
I mutter words of encouragement. “Don’t be shy, honey,” I tell her. “You’re so beautiful. Such a perfect, lush body.”
Gradually, her thighs quit tensing against my hands, and she relaxes, her sweet scent rising up to my nostrils.
And there’s her sweet, little pussy. Pink and perfect as a seashell.
When I lower my head and flick my tongue against her little bud, she gives a little gasp. It’s tiny, but swollen, and when I start to lick it back and forth, such a groan of need escapes her lips.
She’s hungry. Full to the brim with unsatisfied yearning. And the thought of it is driving me crazy.
My cock is so hard it’s killing me.
I’ve got to deal with it. Again.
Subtly, so she doesn’t see, I snake my hand down and begin to stroke myself.
God, she tastes as sweet as she smells. I slip my tongue down to her entrance and try to push it inside her, but she’s too tight for that, even. She wasn’t lying—she’s truly untouched. As I probe at her maidenhead, she groans and I feel her tiny muscles shiver against me.
However long I have to wait to take her virginity, it’ll be worth it.
I latch my mouth onto her clit again and suck on it a little, while I flick my tongue back and forth.
“Oh, wow…! That’s so good…Vaughn.” Her words come in adorable, breathy gasps, as she grips my hair in her hands again and starts to move her hips up and down. I love how she takes control of her pleasure, pushing herself against me. It’s so goddamn sexy.
I pump my aching cock harder and harder.
Soon, she’s getting close. I feel little tremors running all through her body.
“Vaughn!” she cries. “I think I’m going to come!
” There’s such anxiety mixed with passion in her voice that I can’t help but smile.
Her very first orgasm is going to happen right on my tongue.
The jolts of her hips get wilder, jerkier, and I cling on, keeping my tongue focused on her sensitive little bud.
She shakes harder and harder, crying out my name, and then she explodes.
I don’t quit, I keep going, riding through her orgasm, while her honey flows out of her.
A moment later, my cock goes off like a rocket, shooting my seed in forceful spurts. Plenty more where that came from. When she’s good and ready for me, I’ll fill her womb with it, and I’ll never come outside of her again.
At last, her creamy thighs fall slack, and I slide up her body and gather her into my arms.
She’s shaky and embarrassed, but she can’t stop grinning. Just adorable. I snuggle her close and pepper her face with kisses.
“That was… unbelievable. You made me come for the first time ever.” Her voice is full of wonder.
Gently, I cup her swollen pussy. “And you know what that means?” I growl.
“What?”
“This pussy is mine. Forever.”
Her dewy forehead puckers. “It is?”
“Yup,” I say in a serious tone.
“Mine to lick, caress, and—when it’s time—to fuck.”
She gives a shuddering sigh. She likes a little dirty talk. Good.
“Will I come with your cock inside me?” she asks.
“Big time.” I stroke her dewy cheek, thinking how much I’m going to savor this moment when it finally happens. She’s going to come all over my cock, while I flood her womb with my cum.
There’s no rush, though. My animal might be ripping me up inside, and I might end up with the bluest balls in the history of the world, but I already know: this little princess is mine.