37. Lincoln
37
LINCOLN
S he walks like a virgin, and she tells me she’s a virgin, yet the shit-eating grin on Wylder’s face tells a different story. I watch as they climb off the log flume together. Her cheeks are more flushed than usual, and she’s nervously toying with the hem of her skirt. But it’s not that sliver of information that holds me captive; it’s the little show Wylder makes of licking his fingers one by one when he thinks no one else is looking.
That motherfucker.
The sound of a snicker from my right pulls my attention away to find Bryony grinning at me.
“You’re not subtle in watching her, you know,” she muses, and I scoff.
“And you’re not subtle about watching my sister,” I retort, enjoying how her eyes widen in surprise. She neither confirms nor denies my accusation, and truthfully, I like the silence.
“Hurry, there’s not much time before the fireworks,” Minnie hollers, leading the way to the private two-story platform our family has toward the back of the park. It offers the best view of the fireworks, and secretly, it’s my favorite part of the whole day.
My parents inherited ownership from my paternal grandparents, a family lineage in the human world, which allows us to ensure our continued understanding of the non-supernatural world. We’ve been coming here for as long as I can remember. Whenever we submit requests to leave campus, it’s almost always to come here.
It’s a slice of peace away from our reality, but I hate the hustle and bustle of it all. That’s why the balcony is my favorite part, because we can soak it all in without having to deal with anyone else.
I keep my head down as we wind our way through the crowd, bypassing the security blocking off our private area before taking the stairs two at a time. When I reach the top, I opt to head toward the bathroom. I need to clear my head. I’m supposed to be mad at her, at Polaris, yet she consumes me.
Fuck.
I avoid staring at myself in the mirror as I splash water on my face, acutely aware that I’m already damp from the last ride. I need to get through the fireworks, then we can get the hell out of here and I no longer have to participate in whatever Minnie is trying to accomplish with the trip.
I step out of the men’s room at the exact same time the women’s door opens, and just my luck, it’s the one woman I’m trying to avoid.
Polaris.
Midnight.
Fuck.
Her silver hair is dripping at the ends, damp from the log flume, and the water marks on her top expose the outline of her taut nipples.
Double fuck.
She offers me a soft, nervous smile before tucking her head down and moving to walk around me, and I almost let her go.
Almost.
I would have, I really fucking would have, if I hadn’t caught her scent.
Her fucking scent.
Reaching out, I grab her arm, stopping her in her tracks as my pulse thrums through my entire body.
“Who touched you?” I grind out, already aware of the answer. I know how to put two and two together, but I want to hear her say it.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she murmurs, looking up through her lashes at me, and I scoff, my grip on her arm growing tighter.
“Don’t,” I growl, stepping closer so we’re chest to chest, trying to keep my feral wolf at bay. “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me. I can smell you.”
She cringes, her face scrunching up in a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment, but she doesn’t deny it.
Spinning us, she moves effortlessly in my arms as I pin her back to the wall. She doesn’t shy away like I expect; if anything, her nipples look sharper.
I hold still for a beat, and when she doesn’t move, my body does. Slipping a hand beneath her skirt, I hiss at the bare contact with her pussy.
Her. Damp. Bare. Pussy.
“You’re still wet,” I croak, my fingers gliding with ease through her folds as she gasps, but she doesn’t try to push me away.
I watch as her chest rises and falls sharply, my own breaths following the same pattern as I swirl a finger around her clit before throwing all of my cares away and plunging a single finger into her core.
She moans, and I groan, the sounds melding together between us as my eyes widen.
She’s so tight. So damn tight.
Her hands lift to my arms, holding on instead of pushing me away.
“I’m still a virgin, Lincoln,” she whispers, her jaw slack as she stares at me with a need I know reflects in my own eyes.
“What?”
“A virgin,” she repeats, attempting to bring me back to Earth, but it’s too late for that. Not with her essence in the air and her sweet, wet pussy in my grasp.
It’s all too fucking late.
Later, I can figure out where it all went wrong, but now is the time for exploring.
Laughter echoes in the distance, reminding me that my family and her friend are outside on the first-floor balcony, and before I can change my mind, I grab her hand and dart for the stairs. She stumbles after me without complaint, our pace only slowing when we step out onto the second-floor balcony, with views of the park beneath us.
I don’t look at her as I pull her toward the edge, the railing separating us from the guests below as they all wait for the firework show to draw the night to an end. They’re not the only fireworks I’m chasing, though; I want hers too.
Maneuvering her so she’s braced against the railing, with both hands holding onto the steel barrier, I crowd her from behind, pressing my chest to her back. She shivers, making my cock strain against the waistband of my pants.
“Are you forgetting the virgin part?” she repeats, like I’m the only one who might regret this at the end of the night, but I push that thought aside and run my hands over her waist where a sliver of delicate skin is exposed.
“Is that what you want?”
“I don’t understand,” she breathes, tilting her face to look back at me, but I quickly angle her back toward the park.
“Do you want to leave here a virgin?”
My words hang in the air, draping us with the desire flowing thick between us.
A second passes, then another, and another, before she shakes her head.
Maybe I should demand verbal consent. Perhaps I should ask again, be extra sure, but fuck it all to hell, I don’t want her to change her mind.
“Watch the sky,” I order, and she tries to glance back again.
“Why?”
I shake my head as I pinch her jaw gently and turn her back around again. “You ask too many questions, Midnight.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t try to move out of position again, and the questions stop as I drop to my knees behind her, skimming my fingers over the hem of her skirt that barely covers her bare pussy. Moving higher, I palm the globes of her ass, enjoying the way she leans farther into the fence, perching herself out to me for better access.
If she’s a virgin now, she must have been a sex goddess in another life because she’s writhing already.
With the new angle, I lean forward, swiping my tongue along her exposed core, and she whimpers, a sound that will forever be etched into my memory.
She’s sweet. So fucking sweet, just like Wylder promised.
I tease her a few more times, but it’s clear Wylder has already made her come, so she’s ready for me, and I want to time this perfectly with the fireworks. As if sensing my thoughts, the lights below grow dim in preparation and I quickly rise to my feet, undoing the button of my pants before I line up my cock with her entrance.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to offer her a final out, but she rises up on her tiptoes, tilting her hips at the perfect angle as I sheath a condom down my length.
“Bite my arm,” I rasp, and she glances back at me in confusion as I extend my arm around her neck, grabbing onto the opposite shoulder.
“What?” she asks, but I’m done talking. Instead, I push past the final veil of resistance between us, relishing at the feel of her teeth sinking into my arm as I fill her completely.
The moment I’m all the way in, I freeze. Maybe for her, but definitely for me.
She’s too fucking tight. I will come without moving another inch if I don’t give myself a second.
Her muted whimpers against my flesh are almost diminished by the first whistles of the multi-colored fireworks popping off in the distance, but I still hear them.
Resting my head between her shoulder blades, I try to count to ten, but she’s wiggling before I reach five. “I’m trying to go easy on you,” I rasp against her skin, and she shivers.
“If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t be giving it to you,” she mutters back, her lips moving along my skin.
Fuck.
Flexing my other hand on her waist, I slowly pull my cock all the way out, noting a few spots of red on the condom.
Holy fuck.
One glance at the blood and everything turns red in my vision. I grow more feral with every second, and the strength needed to keep myself at bay becomes harder to control.
“Please move,” she begs, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“I can’t.”
“Please, Linc.”
“If I move an inch right now, I’m going to fuck you without restraint, and you deserve at least a little of it,” I bite, and she glances back over her shoulder again, ignoring the fireworks before us as her eyes do all the talking.
I’m definitely going to hell for this, but with the glimmer in her eyes, she’ll be right there with me. I slam back into her with the same force as the first stroke and her teeth bite down on my flesh again. The world disappears around us as I fuck her. Really fuck her, just like she wants.
She matches every thrust of my cock head-on, crying out against my arm as I feel her core tense and her release flood our connection.
I tighten my hold, keeping her upright as her body goes lax, and just when I think she’s done, she spasms around me again, leaving me no choice but to fall over the cliff with her.
Ecstasy burns through my veins as my movements become staggered, claiming every inch of her orgasm along with my own. The fireworks reach their crescendo in the distance as we lean on one another, letting the weight of the sizzling tension ease.
I don’t want to move. If anything, I want to go again, but even if I am able to convince her, I know a new condom would be needed. Pulling out, we both tremble at the loss, and I release my hold on her to discard the condom.
Stepping back, a hint of gold flashes on the ground, pausing my movement as I blink at it.
The desire that coursed through me moments ago dissolves into nothing as I slowly reach down to grab it. Standing to full height, she turns to face me, spying the item in my hand. Her eyes grow wide with panic, and she pats at the pockets of her skirt. Realization washes over her and she tries to grab it from my hand, but I close my fingers around it before she can make contact.
Taking a step back, I level her with a pointed glare.
“How do you have this?”