Chapter 22 #3
My mouth goes dry. I make a conscious effort to stare at her tits not her face, because both are practically hypnotic, but at least with her body I can pretend this is just physical—that I’m not falling into something I swore I’d never let happen again.
“This doesn’t change anything, right?” I blurt out, wondering if I sound as desperate as I feel.
She blinks, but otherwise her expression doesn’t change. “No, of course not.”
I nod, already hating myself for having to remind her that I can’t give her what she wants or deserves.
I can’t make myself stay away from her, that much is clear, but my weakness doesn’t change the facts. There can’t be anything more between us than this. The best that could ever happen is we could be like Kai and Inga, with seven children and no formal claim.
More likely, Aurelia will eventually get tired of not getting what she needs and go off to find someone else who can give her everything.
That idea fills me with equal parts pain and relief.
Aurelia climbs off the bed and walks over to me, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for my trousers. They’re already hanging too low on my hips, half undone from when I woke up, and a shudder runs through me as she slides her warm hand beneath my waistband.
I let out a hiss as she wraps her small fingers around my cock and squeezes. I don’t need her to pump me like she does; I’m already harder than I can remember ever being.
She walks backwards toward the bed, hand still wrapped around me beneath the waistband of my trousers, pulling me with her like a dog on a leash. I growl, and she grins wickedly. It’s slightly humiliating to have her lead me around, by the cock, but oddly appropriate.
“Sit,” she says, nodding toward the bed. My knees buckle before I can think. The mattress sinks beneath me as I sit, Aurelia’s fingers never loosening around my length.
A sound catches in my throat when she steps closer, close enough that I can breathe in her familiar scent, like pine and cranberries.
She finally shoves my trousers further down and pulls my cock out and slides her hand up and down, never breaking my gaze.
Her eyes darken and her nipples hardened to peaks, just inches from my mouth.
I tilt my head back to meet her gaze as I take one nipple between my lips. My right hand grips a handful of her ass, squeezing lightly while my left hand reaches up to play with her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
She presses her hips forward and leans her head back, moaning.
I let my teeth elongate and scrape them over her sensitive nipple. She gasps and looks down at me, her eyes so dilated now that they’re nearly black.
I scrape my teeth over her breast again. “I had no idea you could come just from this. Is it better than when you come on my cock?”
She whimpers, but shakes her head. “No.”
“Is it worse?” I ask, watching her face.
“No.” Her eyes flutter closed. “It’s different, but should we really be talking about this?”
My eyes widen. She’s right, and I’m obviously too far gone to remember that we should be quiet. Honestly, I don’t think I care. It’s not as if we’re talking about magic or how to fake our mate bond, and most wolves are so used to hearing sex at this point that they drown it out. I’m not worried.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, my voice rough as I ignore her question and instead scrape my teeth over her nipple again.
She gives the base of my cock a quick squeeze. “I don’t know. Bite me while you fuck me and I’ll tell you which I like better.”
I growl deep in my throat. That’s exactly what I want to do.
Reaching between us to pull Aurelia’s hand away before she manages to make me come embarrassingly quickly, I grip her by the hips and spin her around until she’s standing between my legs with her back to me, then slide my hands around to cup her pussy through her scrap of lacy underwear.
I drag it to the side, then cup her bare mound in one hand, yanking her backwards onto my lap.
Every time she sits on my lap like this during dinner or just now by the fire, I can’t think of anything else but pushing her little skirt out of the way and bouncing her on my cock.
It’s always a struggle to stay focused enough not to get hard while she’s grinding her ass against me, but now I don’t have to bother.
She gasps when she lands with my cock crushed between her thighs.
She wriggles her hips, dragging her wet pussy back and forth until she can find the right angle, then lifts up enough to slide back down, my cock disappearing into her inch by inch.
For a minute she just sits there, adjusting to the size, and I hold back a groan. Just being inside her like this feels way too good, and part of me doesn’t care whether she starts moving or not. I’d be content to be tied together like this for hours, just feeling her muscles tighten around me.
My eyes widen with sudden alarm. Aurelia feels me tense, and takes it as a cue to lift her hips again, sliding back down.
She feels fucking amazing, but now my attention is split. Why was I even thinking that just now? Where did that idea come from? Fantasizing about staying sheathed inside her for hours, maybe sleeping like that, sounds exactly like knotting…and that’s not ever going to fucking happen.
I tighten my fingers on Aurelia’s hips, guiding her into a faster rhythm as I press my face into the side of her throat and soon I’m distracted enough to forget all about knotting.
She rides me for several minutes, both of us breathing heavily. I reach around and spread her thighs wider to play with her clit. She rocks into my fingers, riding me harder.
As she bounces, her long braid keeps hitting me in the face. I growl. “Let down your hair.”
She reaches up, obliging, and tugs out her braid, her long loose hair falling over my chest and shoulders. I push it to the side so I can lick a path up the side of her throat, making her shiver.
I need more.
Aurelia isn’t in danger just from fucking me—the problem is when I let myself get too comfortable.
Kissing her, fucking her normally in the bed, thinking about falling asleep next to her or God fucking forbid, thinking about knotting her.
..those are the real dangers. The sex itself isn’t the problem.
In fact, the more unusual or acrobatic I can make it, the better off we are.
Better still if I can manage a position complex enough that it takes my focus away from the constant desire to let my wings out, just like the first time we were together.
Fortunately, Aurelia is like me in the sense that she’s not shy or boring about sex and never has a problem trying something new.
I don’t withdraw my cock from her, but reach down and slide one arm beneath her knees and wrap the other around her waist.
“What are you doing?” she pants as my hold forces her to stop riding me.
I answer by showing her. I stand up, taking her with me. My arm around her waist holds her upper body to my chest, and my arm beneath her knees holds her up so I can still slide in and out of her. Her entire body is folded in half and at my complete mercy as I bounce her up and down.
Aurelia gasps and lets out a keening whimpering sound.
“Reach down and play with your clit,” I tell her.
She tries to comply, but struggles with how to reach her own clit while I hold her so tightly in the air. Finally she reaches around the outside of her thigh and just manages to stroke her fingers over her center. She shivers and I smile with satisfaction.
Her head falls back against my shoulder and I cradle her, completely in control and using her entire body to fuck myself with. If she turned her head our lips would touch, but instead she turns the other way and I lean down to press my mouth to the place just below her ear.
She shivers against me.
“You feel so fucking good like this,” I tell her.
She moans, the sound vibrating through her back against my chest.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, my voice rough with need.
“Make me,” she gasps.
I laugh low and drag my teeth over her throat again. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she gasps, the word coming out like a plea.
“I want you to come on my cock first so you can tell me which is better,” I say. “Keep touching yourself. Tell me when you’re close.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and whimpers, but goes back to rubbing quick circles over her clit. I try to match her rhythm, bouncing her harder.
After a few minutes I hear her breathing shift and I know she’s close even though she doesn’t say it.
I dip my head to breathe against her ear and she whimpers once, then again louder, practically moaning.
Her muscles tighten around me and I bite down into her neck at the same time.
Aurelia screams, and suddenly my vision goes unexpectedly white. The combined feeling of her coming around me, convulsing, and the taste of her blood in my mouth makes me lose all control and I barely manage to pull out of her before I come all over her ass.
I groan, shock and worry washes over me, dampening my release. That was way too fucking close.