Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
She trembled, incredibly aroused by the taste of him, but more, by his capitulation. She took him in and sucked, gratified by his howl and the rush of seed that filled her mouth.
After swallowing his offering, she kissed her way up his body until standing. With a wave of her hand, she released the spell holding him still. Expecting him to open his arms and embrace her, she wasn’t prepared when he moved in a flash and reversed their position, pinning her against the wall.
“You little witch.” He nuzzled her neck. “And I mean that in the nicest way. You have a mouth made for sucking cock, Red. By the Wolf, you’re perfect. And wet,” he added, shoving his knee between her legs. “Hmm, ride my leg, baby. Let me smell your cream.”
He kissed her, wrapping his hand around her neck to hold her still.
Having just dominated him, she wouldn’t have thought she’d enjoy being handled this way.
Yet Fenris’ touch felt right. His large palm spanned her throat as his fingers wrapped around the slim column.
The hunger in his kiss and brush of an erection against her belly stunned her.
“I know,” he groaned. “This isn’t normal for me. It’s you. I need to come again. But not standing up. I want a bed, damn it.”
He pulled her with him in search of her bedroom and stopped at the spare room.
“Good enough.” He tossed her onto the mattress, followed her down and spread her legs wide.
Then he was feasting on her, licking and sucking her clit until she couldn’t think.
While he teased her with his mouth, his fingers pinched and tugged her nipples, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout her body.
He played her like an instrument, until she hummed with mind-blowing desire.
He read her responses with ease and flicked his tongue deeper into her channel.
The pressure over her nipples increased, becoming almost painful.
A rush of feeling swam through her. Heated pleasure, a steady build toward promised bliss.
When he touched her, Fenris made her feel a part of something else.
A part of him. Except as her orgasm crashed over her, it echoed, strangely empty. It wasn’t enough.
“I need you inside me,” she said when she could catch her breath. “Come in me, Fenris.”
Instead of mounting her then and there, he rolled her onto her belly. After he propped her up on her hands and knees, he slammed inside her.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, and he took her hard.
His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust in and out.
Sharp nails tore her flesh, and he leaned over her to bite the same spot he’d left before.
When he straightened behind her, he felt even thicker and longer and pushed her into another crushing orgasm.
She shuddered and clenched him tight.
He tightened his grip. “I’m coming now.” He tensed and yelled out. He remained inside her for several moments before he withdrew and continued to spend all over her back.
His explosive climax gave her a sense of wonder, that she’d made him lose all control.
When he finished, he rubbed his cum into her skin.
She arched beneath him like a damn cat, but she couldn’t help it. She needed to wear him, to show one and all where he belonged.
“Mine. My marker,” he growled and yanked her head back by her hair. “You’re mine. Say it.”
By the Wolf, he’s strong. The words automatically poured from her. “I’m yours.” A sense of peace, acceptance so close… Until the import of her words registered.
Rudra blinked, startled out of the sensual lull she’d been riding. She couldn’t have said why, but admitting to his claim seemed a bit too real, too much. This was just sex. Nothing more. Not with a wolf who was the enemy, a werewolf and a fucking future alpha.
He flopped down on the bed beside her and pulled her on top of him.
And her tension dissipated like mist.
“Such a sexy alpha,” he murmured, his gaze half closed, drugged with satisfaction. “My sexy alpha.”
“I bet Mike Barton would disagree with you there.” She rested her cheek on his chest and let out a breath.
“Mike Barton can kiss my ass. No, make that, you should kiss my ass. Who knows, I might like it.” Fenris rubbed her back, his touch both possessive and tender. “You feel like silk. As cool as the Wolf’s own spring and as soothing as the sun’s warmth over winter fur.”
She smiled, amused at this poetic side of her lover. God, I have a lover. “You’re cute when you’re satisfied. So lyrical.”
He chuckled, and his heartbeat began to slow under her ear.
“You’re a mate worth keeping. A bossy female with a great ass.
” He cupped her butt in his hands and eased a finger between her cheeks, circling her rim before pulling back.
“Wait until I take you here. When my second wolf claims you for his own.”
Second wolf—werewolf. Mate? “Fenris?”
She wanted to ask about the werewolf, about his casual disdain for his alpha, about anything that made sense concerning this strange lust that continued to morph into something more. But her lover had fallen asleep.
For once willing to follow someone else, she closed her eyes, inhaled his scent and joined him for a nap. Just a little one, until she found the energy to join the clan again.