Chapter 9
Effie Harlow
“Little wolf.”
Dakota’s deep, soothing voice ran against my skin and caused it to light up with desire, my breath catching as pleasure pooled in my center.
It wasn’t just that sensation that seemed to shift my perception on the day.
No, there was something else, something tugging at my consciousness and reminding me that today was different.
I was different, and that was the only way to describe it.
I could feel magic swimming underneath my skin, and I was fighting the urge to shift because of the amount of energy brimming within me.
I felt like I was a live wire, even my teeth pulsing with the urge to bite down on… Well, I wasn’t sure what exactly.
Although, when Dakota whispered my name in my ear again, it was pretty easy to figure out why the sensation was so prominent, my lips skating against his throat from where I was laying spread out on top of him. My mate.
The word bounced through my head and seemed to heat my skin to searing as I fought the urge to bury my teeth in his skin and mark him.
I didn’t understand where this primal need was coming from.
Why now? Why did I want to taste his blood on my tongue?
Why did I want to see my mark on his neck?
I knew it was because he was my mate, but the sensation had never been this intense before.
“Wake up,” he urged, gripping my hips to stop me as I tried to shift my body along his.
I told myself it was in an effort to move off of him, but instead I found my cotton-covered center pressed right against his hard length, separated by only his boxers.
Underneath me, his chest was bare, and I tried to remember how we had fallen asleep like this.
I was not complaining, and despite my cheeks turning pink, I didn’t feel embarrassed of the situation…
If anything, I felt emboldened by his clear attraction to me.
Instead of overthinking what we were doing here, how we had gotten here, or what I was wearing, I pressed my lips against his jaw to avoid biting his neck.
He let out a low growl, the sensation vibrating through my body as I let out a whimper.
I could feel how wet I was between my thighs, and I had a feeling he could scent it, a deep throaty noise coming from him and causing my skin to break out into chills.
“Little wolf, you better be careful,” he warned.
“Why?” I whispered breathlessly.
“Because I only have so much restraint when it comes to you, and the closer that pussy is to my cock, the less it gets.”
Oh Goddess. That did absolutely nothing to cool my desire.
“Good.” It was a bold answer, and I was instantly rewarded as he flipped us, now positioned between my legs. I squirmed as he looked down at me, my tiny tank top and panties doing absolutely nothing to hide just how turned on I was.
“Is that what you want, little wolf?” Dakota leaned forward, gripping my jaw and slamming a hard kiss to my lips before pulling back. “For me to lose control?”
I answered honestly. “Yes.”
The concept was beyond appealing to me, and I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the idea of Dakota wanting me so bad he couldn’t control himself? I felt a needy flash of heat that confirmed that was more than part of the appeal.
A surprised gasp came from my throat as he suddenly tugged my leg so that I was truly flat on my back, his large hands sliding up my thighs to part them.
I arched, trying to wiggle closer to him, as he snapped the side of my panties and pulled them off, discarding them to the side.
Instead of feeling self-conscious about being so bare, my entire body felt on fire as he looked over me, his gaze on my wet center as a deep groan left his throat.
“Fuck, Effie, you have no idea what I would give to slide into you. To slam home inside of you so you could feel me for days.”
I loved the sound of that.
“Dakota.” I wiggled more, unable to help the neediness in my voice. “Please?”
With a dark chuckle, he tugged the thin tank top down to bare my breasts, sucking one of my nipples in his mouth and teasing it with his teeth.
His hand slid to the other, roughly pinching it, as he ground against me, causing my entire body to light up.
Every time he shifted, his cock pressed against my clit and had me moaning, his mouth and fingers on my breasts turning me into a liquid inferno of mounting frustration.
Dakota knew what he was doing, and every time I felt like I was closer to coming, he ripped it away from me.
It was only moments later that my skin was dotted with light sweat and I was drenched with enough desire that it was covering my thighs.
My breasts were heavy with need, and I was gripping his shoulders hard enough that my nails had dug in with crescent moon-shaped marks.
It didn’t help the urge to mark him, because I absolutely loved how those looked and wanted more.
“Fuck,” he growled softly. “I almost don’t want to let you come. I love you needing me like this.”
I whimpered in pain as he offered me a wicked smile before sliding a hand down to where I was the neediest, his rough fingers instantly making me let out a whine from my throat.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to want to torture me too badly because he slid two large fingers inside of me as his thumb rolled my clit.
That was all it took after minutes of torturous teasing.
I cried out his name as my back arched off the bed and my entire body shuddered, feeling absolute bliss slam into me.
Hard. A euphoric sense of relief filled me as I caught my breath, but there was a more primal feeling that told me we needed to give him the same…
and that we needed to mark him. Goddess did we need to mark him.
Dakota was looking down at me with so much need as he pulled his fingers from my center, sucking on them hard before rolling us so that I was straddling him.
Feeling bold even though I was a bit unsure of what I was doing, I pressed my lips to his before trailing kisses down his jaw and neck.
He let out a groan, offering my name in a warning tone that I ignored.
Instead, I decided to take my time, working my way down his torso, kissing and teasing it with my tongue like he’d done to my body.
I could feel how hard he was underneath me, and I rocked against him, causing a vicious sound to leave his throat.
One that should have scared me but instead did the exact opposite.
“What are you doing, little wolf?” His voice was rough and so raspy it caused my center to pulse as I began to grow needy once again.
“Just exploring,” I murmured as I came to his boxers, my fingers skating over the band as his hand came up to catch my jaw so that I met his obsidian gaze.
There was so much heat there, and I could see he was trying to restrain himself.
I knew Dakota would never ask for anything back—I didn’t need to be an expert at any of this stuff to know that about his personality—but I wanted this.
"Please?” I asked again.
“I will never say no to you touching me,” he admitted as I let out a hum of pleasure, loving the sound of that, before tugging down his boxers.
His cock sprang out, a small moan catching in my throat at how large he was.
I tried to wrap my hand around it as his breathing went faster, his hands gripping the sheets near his sides as if trying to stop himself from touching me.
Didn’t he realize I wanted him to touch me?
“How should I do it?” I asked, biting my lip and looking at him. “I’ve never done this, but I want to. I really, really want to.”
“Shit,” Dakota hissed, looking dazed as he sat up on his elbows, one hand sliding into my hair. “You sure you want this?”
“Yes.” I held his gaze as he grunted, seemingly satisfied with what he found there.
“On your knees,” he commanded, motioning towards the side of the bed.
Instantly I was off the bed, and when I went down on my knees, I was surprised to find him following me and adding a pillow for me to kneel on.
I looked up at him, nearly ready to say thank you, but was fully distracted as he stood and I was face-to-face with him.
All of him. I licked my bottom lip, wondering if it was even possible for me to fit him in my mouth.
I mean, seriously. Holy crap.
“Open your mouth,” he growled softly, one of his hands sliding into my hair and the other gripping his cock. I stared up at him as I opened my mouth for him.
“Stick your tongue out.”
I did, whimpering as he slid the tip of his cock against it, an explosion of saltiness filling my mouth. I leaned forward and tried to take him further into my mouth, needing to taste more of him, but he gripped my hair harder, his voice stern.
“Stay still, little wolf. I don’t want to go too fast. Not yet.”
Stilling, I opened my mouth more, feeling exhilarated as his thick length pressed past my lips and into my mouth. I slid my tongue underneath it as he let out a deep rumble. “Now relax your throat.”
I felt his length hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag for just a moment until I remembered his command to relax, breathing through my nose.
I held his dark gaze as he let out a deep, satisfied groan, still not all the way in, before pulling back.
I nearly whimpered in disappointment before he pushed back in and began to stroke himself off in my mouth, causing my pussy to grow more wet.
I squeezed my legs together as I tried to get some friction—
“Touch yourself, little wolf. I can tell how soaked you are, how needy you are.”