CHAPTER 25 #2
“I don’t believe you.” Lips teasing. Eyes daring.
She fell back into the cushions with a slow exhale, chest rising and falling, that look on her face equal parts challenge and invitation.
Something primal inside me stirred—responding not just to the sight of her but the sound of her breath, the heat rolling off her skin. She liked games too. Good.
I pressed her back, my body hovering over hers. She bit her lip and parted her thighs, making room for me…and all I wanted was to nibble on that bottom lip. To devour her.
I dragged my teeth lightly over her neck, then dropped my voice as I brushed her ear. “You like when I take control…don’t you?”
She exhaled sharply, the truth all over her face.
That was all it took.
With firelight flickering across her throat, the lantern glow catching in her lashes, she looked up at me the way she had at Cryer’s Point…like she wasn’t afraid of the other half, the more dangerous part. The part that surged now, sharp and hungry, pacing just under my skin.
I loosened my hold on her wrists, and she didn’t pull away—if anything, her fingers curled faintly toward mine, inviting something I wasn’t sure I should give.
Her eyes flicked to my mouth. Just once. That was all it took.
I leaned in…drawn. Like inertia.
Her lashes fluttered, her breath skimmed my cheek, and her hand still tangled in mine. Heat rolled through my chest, sharp and animal. I swallowed it down. Forced myself to move slow. Gentler than instinct wanted.
A careful kiss…but threaded with heat. The wolf in me pressed forward, wanting more. I fought it back, letting the kiss stay soft when every part of me wanted to deepen it.
Her free hand slid up my chest, curling lightly into the fabric of my shirt. When I finally pulled back, she stayed close, eyes still half-lidded, breathing the same breath. The fire popped behind us.
“Okay,” she murmured, voice a little shaky. “That…was gentle.”
The next kiss wasn’t gentle at all. It was inevitable. And there was nothing gentle in the way her body answered as she leaned in, mouth parted, breath heavy like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.
She drew back momentarily, then whispered, “I want to please you.” Her lips brushed my jaw lightly. Her eyes lifted, wanting and sincere. “You took care of me. Now I want to take care of you.”
The beast inside me went eerily still. Attentive. Not from hunger, but a quiet charged pull of waiting to see what she’d do next. I hadn’t felt this sense of anticipation in a long time.
Before I knew it, she was pushing me back to sit on the couch, then she eased down between my knees, blanket slipping from her shoulders.
Firelight caught in her hair like ember threads, illuminating her in a golden glow.
Her fingers slid down my ribs, deliberate and slow, as if learning me.
Seeking my heat. I let out an accidental breath…
an unconscious decompression from a soul, pent up.
“Blanche…”
“Relax,” she murmured. “Always wound up so tight, aren’t you?”
A guttural laugh left my throat. Always.
Her hand pressed gently to my chest, firm enough to guide me backward but soft enough that I felt the care in every inch of pressure.
“Lie back.”
I did. Maybe too quickly, easing back against the cushions, muscles coiled but willing.
She leaned in.
Her fingers dipped lower, undoing my belt slowly with careful fingers. Like unwrapping something she intended to enjoy. She already knew what to expect since she’d touched and felt me before, but the look on her face this time was completely different. Intentional. Curious. Almost reverent.
When she freed me from my pants, my cock hung heavy against the waistband, and she paused, taking it all in.
Her hands slid around me, both of them trying to span what she could.
The moment her skin touched mine, I swelled against her palms. Her fingers tightened, and then she looked up through her lashes, breath unsteady… but eyes very steady.
When her lips finally closed around me, my mind surged.
Her pace was unhurried, her movements relaxed.
One hand cradled my balls, firm and gentle, while she stroked upward in a steady rhythm that matched the pull of her mouth.
The sensation stole the breath from my lungs.
When she took me deeper, a raw sound escaped from my throat.
Her hair brushed my stomach, and for a moment I forgot the storm outside.
Forgot the world beyond these walls. Even the wild beast pounding in my chest stilled.
She hummed softly as she took me deeper, the vibration shooting a warm, electric surge up my spine.
I fought to steady my breath, to hold my hips still, but control was slipping.
My body moved on instinct, hips rising in slow, helpless rhythm to thrust against her mouth.
I looked past the bob of her head, the tousled fall of her hair, to the curve of her round little ass, exposed past the hem of my flannel. I salivated, already imagining my hands gripping it later…maybe even spanking it.
A warm bead of saliva touched my tongue—involuntary—and that was when I knew the Lycan in me was pushing. Wanted out.
Wanted her.
Wanted a taste.
The more she sucked my cock, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth, the more I wanted her to devour me. How much more could she take? The pleasure was intense, but she was also pulling something out of me, draining my life force with every deliberate stroke.
I looked down at her, this small determined human, with my thick, fully swollen length buried in her throat, and I reached down. My left hand cupped under her chin, guiding her gently, while my right slid into her hair, gripping firmly.
On cue, her eyes lifted—one slow blink—as her head bobbed forward again, a clear signal…
Submission…and invitation. She wasn’t afraid. Only eager. And a deep, daring curiosity shone in those sexy, beautiful, warm eyes of hers. They told me she wanted this as much as I did.
Go on. Use my mouth. Take control.
She’d signaled. Offered.
And I answered.
I tightened my grip on her hair, guiding her. Head tilted, throat opened, a soft sound of compliance left her lips. She accepted it willingly, eagerly, like she’d been waiting her whole life for someone to take control.
The room faded. The fire. The storm.
Both parts of me fused together—the two halves that rarely agreed—man and beast locked into one instinct. Her. Nails dragged along my hips, electricity sparked up my spine, and a raw sound broke from me. Reason was gone. Only one focused, feral purpose drove me.
“Look at me,” I demanded, low and sharp.
Her eyes lifted instantly, heated and unwavering. When our gazes locked, I leaned in, my voice rough, “Don’t break eye contact. No matter what…your eyes stay on me.”
Arousal sparked in her gaze.
Then my hips surged forward—harder, deeper—pure instinct.
Her moan vibrated through me, tightening every muscle in my body, but she didn’t look away.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine even as they watered, even as I rammed my cock deep into her throat, again and again…
thrust after thrust. I used her mouth with a single-minded drive, taking what she offered without hesitation, each stroke more forceful than the last. She let me, bracing herself for every demanding pull of my hips as if she wanted to be used just like this.
But the second I felt release creeping up my spine, a different hunger consumed me.
This wasn’t where I wanted to come. I snarled for more than her throat. I wanted to claim her deeper. All of her.
I stopped when I couldn’t take anymore.
Still holding her hair, I drew her head back inch by inch, slowly but firmly, watching my cock slide free from her throat.
She released me with a soft, slick sound, followed by a faint gasp—like she’d been holding her breath, her chest rising hard with exhaustion.
Her eyes glassy and her lips wet, slick with a mixture of saliva and pre-come.
She wiped her cheek with the back of her wrist, then whispered low and wanting, “Tell me what else you want.”
Gods. That was all it took. All she had to say. Her wanting to please me, to do whatever I wanted, engulfed my mind and lit it on fire.
My hands slid to her jaw, thumbs brushing her cheeks. Holding her still for a heartbeat or two, while I let the wolf inside settle. I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. I needed—needed—to be inside her.
“I want you,” I said, breath unsteady. “All of you.”
She flushed, beautiful and devasting, and gods, the gentleness of that blush unraveled me more than anything primal ever could.
“Take me,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be careful.”
The wolf surged, and for a moment I saw her again in that inner place I tried never to open. Standing in the warm dark of my mind, moonlight rippling over fur, unafraid.
I swallowed hard. “I do.”
“Okay, then be careful,” she told me, “but don’t hide.”
I responded by helping her up quickly, laying her back against the couch cushions, slow enough for her to see every intention. She settled in, body softening beneath my hands…waiting for me to claim her.
I slid between her thighs and eased them open, just enough to admire her. Taking in the sight of her wet, glistening pussy. Then her legs parted wider, slow and instinctive…a quiet, unconscious invitation.
Her scent hit first. Warm. Like sugarcane split open, revealing the golden center. Soft and sweet.
I catalogued it all. Her breath, her warmth, her heartbeat, her eyes flashing with expectation, and the faintest tremor of uncertainty over what came next.