Chapter 13 #3
Her wolf reveled in it. She wanted him. To claim him. To make him hers, body and soul.
His cock was thick and hard against her wet pussy. She wanted him inside her as much as she wanted her next breath.
Instead, she climbed up and positioned herself over his face.
“You get to taste me,” she said, lowering her pussy over his mouth.
He gasped as his mouth clamped down over her clit. Siren moaned with pleasure as his tongue began to vibrate and stroke that singular point.
He reached up to grasp her hips, and she rocked against his tongue, her body gushing with desire as her orgasm built raw and desperate at the base of her spine.
As the climax barreled toward her, she gasped, “touch me,” pulling his hands up to grasp her breasts.
His fingers rolled her nipples, as if reading her mind. An orgasm exploded like a nuclear bomb detonated in her body. She groaned and quivered, rocking back and forth on his mouth.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she moaned until the climax subsided.
Siren climbed back down reads body and grabbed his cock.
He was as hard as steel; his head wet with pre-come. She descended over him, lapping it up before she slipped the condom down over his length.
Siren purred, licking his cheek as she gripped his base and angled him toward her soaking wet entrance. Her canine teeth were sharp in her mouth, and it took every shred of self-control not to bite him. To claim him.
She opened her mouth and rubbed her cheek against his as she pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Her teeth were so sharp it hurt, and she gasped as she lowered herself onto his throbbing, hard rod.
She sat astride him, her head thrown back as her pussy fluttered and clenched. Another orgasm rocketing through her as she fully seated herself astride him.
She looked down at him and growled as the aftershocks subsided. His mouth was open, and his eyes were wide with shock and desire. She knew he would come right now if she let him. Siren leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
“You want to come don’t you?” she asked him, gripping his throat as she moved her hips slowly back and forth on his cock.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” she growled in his ear, plunging her fingers into his mouth.
She sat upright, setting a punishing pace as she made herself come, again and again.
Reed was gorgeous, his cock perfect and rock hard. He let her take and take and take from him like it was his sole purpose in living.
She collapsed against him, sweaty and reeling from pleasure. Her canines were sharp and her mouth, and the mating venom leaked from the tips.
His cock was swollen inside her, and she knew he was about to burst. She stroked his cheek with the backs of her knuckles.
“I can’t… Hold back.”
Siren grinned in the darkness. “You can fuck me now.” She rolled over on her back.
He climbed between her legs, quivering and trembling. She reached up to him, cupping his cheek in her hands as he pressed his cock inside her.
The full force of Reed’s bear ripped through his body as his hips pumped into her. Siren’s body was primed and wild with lust. He fucked her into oblivion.
Their bodies pulsed and quaked, coming together like a volcanic eruption. He roared in the final throes and collapsed against her sweaty flesh.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he quivered against her chest. She felt tears streaming over her skin as his breathing came in ragged pants.
“Siren…” he murmured, kissing her neck and chest. “I’ve never… That was….”
“I know. You don’t have to say anything else.”
He pulled back, another tear falling on her neck. “Let me get you something,” he said climbing off the bed. He dropped the condom in the garbage and pulled the baby wipes from the first aid kit. He returned to the bed and asked her softly if he could wash her off.
“Yeah,” she said, opening her legs for him.
He gently washed off her pussy as she stroked his hair, loving the feeling of him tending to her needs.
He tossed the wet wipes and crawled back under the blankets beside her.
“Can I hold you?” he asked.
Siren balked at this request. The sex had been fantastic. But she knew she was still holding back. Orgasms were one thing, but tender affection was another.
She let out a long sigh and opened her arms. “Okay,” she said.
He sank into her arms, resting his head on her chest. She stroked his hair and his cheek, kissing the top of his head.
Deep down, she knew that it would come. She wouldn’t be able to hold it back forever. The quiet, stable commitment of the mate bond would eventually overwhelm her. She wouldn’t be able to resist it.
But she knew she wasn’t ready yet, not ready to give in to the overwhelming desire to let him behind her walls. To see her fully and completely. Emotionally stripped bare and naked before him.
She kissed him on the top of the head again and told him good night, before rolling over towards the wall.
“Good night, Siren. Sweet dreams.”
Siren took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to hold back the tide of emotions threatening to tear her carefully constructed solitude to shreds.