17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
HARRISON
As soon as I make my confession, I tilt Emily’s face up and brush my lips against hers. It’s soft at first. A ghost of a kiss. But she makes this sweet little sound—a mix of surprise and pleasure—and then I’m a goner.
My mouth captures hers in a kiss filled with every ounce of passion and desire within me. I pull her close, one hand cradling her face, the other wrapped around her waist. She melts into me, her hands sliding up my chest as she matches me kiss for kiss, breath for breath, touch for touch.
“Emily.” My voice is a rough, impassioned rasp deep in my chest, my mouth barely leaving hers. “Don’t you dare run away from me again.”
It’s both a command and a plea from a desperate male, one who’s been starved of her for far too long.
I can’t do it anymore. Pretend she doesn’t matter to me. Pretend her absence wasn’t killing me.
“I have no intention of running. Not this time.” She presses her lips to mine again.
I groan and tangle my fingers in her hair. I can’t get close enough to her. I gave her space when she ran from me on her birthday, but she ran farther than I ever expected, all but disappearing completely. She was gone for so long, and now that she’s here? I’m never letting her go. Never again.
“I thought about that kiss every damn day you were gone. Wanting more. Needing more.” My grip tightens on her strands, tugging them with gentle force so her eyes meet mine. “I swear to the Goddess, Em, if you ever leave me again, I will hunt you down. My patience only extends so far.”
Emily smiles and drapes an arm around my neck. “Maybe I want you to hunt me down, Alpha.”
“I’m sure you do.” I chuckle, low and dark, amused and aroused by the tempting picture painted by her teasing.
Someday I’ll chase her through this forest so I can catch her and take her against a tree.
But not tonight. Tonight I’m going to take my time.
“There’s just one problem with your proposal. ”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve already caught you.”
Her eyes widen, and she backs away, but before she can get far, I lift her off the ground and slam my lips against hers once more.
Her platform sandals drop to the grass with two soft thuds as she wraps her legs around my waist. Our kisses turn frantic—insistent.
No less passionate than before, but now, there’s an urgency in them.
Now that we know our feelings are reciprocated, neither of us is holding back.
We cling to each other, lips tangling in a feverish dance.
I carry her to the blanket and lower us, using one hand for balance as I set her down beneath me.
Her silk slip dress is a flimsy barrier between us, wrinkling under my touch.
As I kiss down her neck and across her shoulder, a strap falls to her elbow.
She arches into me with every press of my lips against her smooth skin, hips rolling and pulsing as she strokes my chest and slips her hands beneath my shirt.
I lean back on my heels and let her pull it up and over my head.
Her hands trail down my torso, tracing every muscle, following the path with her eyes.
Heat flares to life in her gaze alongside ardent admiration.
I’ve never felt more desired than I do when she stares at me like this, and I’ve never wanted anyone but her to look at me with this much longing.
My head rolls back when she reaches the waistband of my jeans, and I inhale sharply as her fingers trace my V-lines.
“Fuck.” The expletive escapes through my teeth at the electric sensation of her touch.
Her hands fumble with the button of my pants, drawing my attention back to her trembling fingers.
Pink stains her cheeks. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never done this before.”
I lift her chin with my thumb. “Neither have I.” Satisfaction ripples through me when realization dawns in her eyes—that I’ve never been with anyone. Ever. That she’ll be my first. And, if my instincts are right, my only. “But everything you’re doing feels…shit, Emily. It feels so fucking good.”
I slide my hands up her legs until her dress bunches high on her thighs.
Her chest heaves, air passing through her kiss-swollen, parted lips, and the fallen strap of her dress leaves most of her breast exposed.
With each breath, the fabric slips lower.
It’s only a matter of seconds before it reveals her nipple too.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Em.” I push her skirt higher until I spot the nude lace thong between her thighs. My thumb brushes over the center, and I groan at the soaking-wet fabric. “Is all this for me?”
A gorgeous gasp falls from her half-open mouth. Emily’s hips pulse forward, meeting my thumb as I tease her. She curls her fingers into my waistband, nails scratching my skin.
I trail kisses from her neck to the strap on her other shoulder, then tug it down with my teeth until her breasts spill free.
My lips brush over the soft swell, making her shiver as goosebumps dance across her skin.
Her pretty pink nipples harden into stiff points.
I flick my tongue over one while slipping my digit inside her thong and swiping it through her pussy.
Emily tilts her head back with a sweet moan, exposing her throat. She’s soft beneath my hands and mouth, pliant and willing. Her arms slip free of the straps, and then her hands are back at my jeans, working to undo the button.
But this all feels too fucking good. If she gets her hands on my dick, I won’t last long. And as much as I want her hands on me, I want—no, need—her to come apart first. I want to see it, feel it, and taste it before I finally sink inside her and bring euphoria to us both.
I grab her wrists with one hand. “Lie down.” The command comes out rougher than I intended, my voice thick and raspy with the effort it’s taking for me not to blow my load right now.
“But—”
“I’m just a man, Em,” I admit. “A man who has waited far too long for a chance to touch you.”
I guide her onto her back, pin her wrists to the blanket, and gaze down at her.
I drink in the moment, committing every detail to memory—the flush spreading across her soft skin, the dress pooled around her waist, the trust and yearning in her eyes.
“Let me touch you first, Em. Let me taste every inch of you before I make you mine.”
Mine. I didn’t mean to say that to her. But I’ve thought of her as mine for longer than I should admit.
I hold my breath and brace for her reaction, but Emily doesn’t flinch or balk at my claim. Instead, her eyes flash with her wolf as she settles deeper into the blanket, thighs parting in invitation. Almost like a challenge for me to make good on my words.
My lycan howls with delight at her willingness, at the way she subtly submits to us.
I glide my hands down her arms, and like a good girl, she keeps her hands above her head without being told.
I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples before I roll them between my digits, drawing a strangled cry of pleasure from her.
I smile, amused and thrilled with every reaction, and tug her nipples once more before dragging my hands lower. Without a second thought, I extend a claw and slice through her dress and underwear, leaving her bare.
“Harrison, that dress is—”
“You can wear my shirt and wrap this blanket around you when we head back to the packhouse,” I say before she can scold me. “Actually, my lycan and I would prefer you wear my shirts from now on.”
I take a breast into my mouth as my fingertips slip between her pussy lips.
I’m careful as I play with her, knowing no one has ever touched her like this, but she’s dripping wet.
My finger enters her easily, and we both groan as I push inside to my knuckle.
I switch to her other breast, twisting my digit on its way out before thrusting it back in.
As I work it faster, bringing her higher and higher, her hips grind to meet my pace, and her clit rubs against the heel of my hand.
My cock strains behind my zipper as I watch her move beneath me.
It’s more sensual and magical than I ever imagined. It’s intoxicating. Her arousal flows from her pussy, mixing with her natural floral scent that reminds me of orange blossoms in spring, making my mouth water.
I have to taste her. Need to know if she tastes as delicious as she smells.
I kiss down her stomach until my lips hover over her pussy. I savor the moment, inhaling deeply, watching as I finger-fuck her.
And then my mouth is on her, tongue licking into her as I taste every ounce of her sweetness. Her back arches as she shouts her pleasure, her pussy walls fluttering.
“Goddess, you’re fucking delicious, Em.” I growl the words against her, gripping her inner thighs to keep them spread for me. My tongue swipes through her entrance and circles her clit. “How does that feel?”
“So good.” Her fingers twist in my mussed-up hair, holding my face closer to her pussy. “It feels so good, Harrison.”
I moan my response, sending the vibrations into her pussy as my tongue fucks her. It does feel so good. So fucking good. Her hands in my hair, her pussy around my finger as I slip it back inside.
Her heels dig into the ground as I curl my finger, finding a spot that pulls a primal groan from her chest. I pay close attention to that spot as I gently flick her clit with my tongue. Her thighs tremble, her abdomen tenses, and her mouth drops open.
And from my new favorite place—between her thighs—I watch her unravel.
“Harrison!”
Emily’s orgasm crashes through her in a rush of movements, hips grinding against my face as she falls apart with my name on her perfect pink lips. I slow my pace as she slows hers, matching her rhythm as I savor her taste and beauty.
When she finally meets my gaze, it’s with hazy, pleasure-filled eyes. I lift my mouth from her sweet pussy, even though I’d prefer to stay there for the rest of my life, and immediately work open the button on my jeans.
“Fuck.” Clarity strikes me, breaking through the urgency, and I pause my movements. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control.”
My nostrils flare with a brief flash of jealousy. She said she’s never done this before, but if she’s on birth control—
“I started it before I left Italy. I wanted to be ready. Just in case…”
“Just in case I wanted you?”
She nods, cheeks flushing with a fresh, adorable blush.
I smile, not bothering to mask my pride, and finish undressing before I lower my body over hers.
She immediately reaches for my dick, and I don’t stop her this time. Her delicate hand wraps around me, eyes widening as she strokes me from root to tip.
“Harrison, I don’t know if—”
“Trust me.” I thrust into her hand, gritting my teeth at the immense pleasure that simple movement brings. “It will fit. You can take it.”
She releases me and her hands slide up my abs to my chest as I guide my dick to her entrance, positioning the tip between her pussy lips. My arms shake with restraint. She’s so wet, so soft, and so warm that it takes everything I have not to slam into her in one swift movement.
My lips lower to her brow as I ease inside her. “I have wanted you—wanted this—for so long.”
Her fingertips float across my collarbone. “So have I.”
I kiss her forehead, eyelids, and nose before my lips finally meet hers again. My hand gently explores her body, coaxing her to relax as I pulse my hips. With every slow thrust, I enter her further until our bodies are fully joined.
I pause, jaw clenched with the effort to stay still, to let her adjust to me inside her.
Nothing has ever felt as wholly wonderful as being one with Emily, and I want nothing more than to slide in and out of her to heighten both our pleasure.
But I need to be sure she’s okay. That she’s ready for it. For me.
“Please move, Harrison,” she begs, clasping her hand around the back of my neck. “Oh Goddess, please. I need it. I need you.”
Her words—her pleas—are my undoing. Gone is the restraint. In its place is searing, raw fervor.
I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Slow. Deep. Harder this time.
“Yes.” She sighs, tugging me closer so her nipples scrape against my chest. “Again.”
I groan and slam into her once more, truly letting go. With each thrust, my hips move faster. Emily wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass, driving me forward and deeper.
“Perfect.” I growl and lift myself to my elbows so I can gaze down at Emily while I fuck her. “You’re so perfect. Everything about this moment is perfect.”
I lower my lips to her neck, tasting the skin with my tongue.
My hand finds her breast, and I caress it with the gentlest touch possible before moving to her clit.
Her nails rake across my shoulders and down my spine as a guttural groan escapes her.
Her body tenses, just like it did before she came on my face, and I circle her clit slowly, pushing her closer to her climax.
The world pauses around us as she draws nearer to that peak with my lips on her neck and her body tucked safely beneath mine, right where she’s meant to be.
She shouts out her orgasm, pussy walls pulsing, and I fall with her, thrusting deep inside her as I release.
“Emily…” I groan her name against her neck as we ride the rippling waves of our ecstasy, our bodies pressed close. I know she’s on birth control, and nothing can or will come of it, but the darkest, most primal part of me roars with possessiveness, knowing she’s filled with my cum.
Staying inside her to ensure my claim deepens, I roll onto my back with my arms wrapped around her, pinning her to my chest. I plant kisses on every inch of her face until our lips meet in a slow, tender caress.
She curls up on top of me, head tucked beneath my chin. I stroke her, running my fingers through her slightly tangled hair, down her body to her butt, and then back to the top of her spine in a repetitive, soothing, circular motion.
I finally—reluctantly—remove my dick from her pussy. Then I grab the edges of the blanket to wrap it around us, in case anyone happens to wander through this area.
I doubt they will. Our noises and scents would have warned them off. But I won’t take any chances when it comes to others seeing what’s meant for my eyes only.
“Do you want to head back?” I ask into her hair, even though I’d rather do anything but head back to the lakeshore. “I know you didn’t get to greet anyone other than Stephanie, since I stole you away.”
“Not yet.” She snuggles closer, as if to emphasize her refusal. “I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay with you like this a little longer.”
I give a mental cheer, and my lycan joins in, dancing with glee. “We can stay here as long as you want.” I tighten my arms around her and close my eyes, enjoying our mingled scent. “Welcome home, Em.”