Chapter 10 - Ronan #2
Her words make me pause, hitting somewhere deep within me.
I want to know what she feels like, too.
I stop being careful, stop second-guessing, and peel her clothes from her body.
I feel the tension building in her as more and more skin is revealed: the line of her throat, the soft curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, and the soft curve of her thighs.
She’s shy, one arm coming up to cover herself, but I catch her wrist and press it back into the bed.
“No,” I say, low, my wolf itching to rise. “Let me look at you. You’ve no idea, do you?”
“N-no idea about what?” she asks, her voice full of nerves.
“What you do to me.” I drag my mouth down her body to show her instead, because I don’t think I even have the words to explain right now.
I close my lips around her nipple, and she arches off the bed with a cry that goes straight to my balls, and I work her, earning more cries, unhurried until she’s shaking and her hands tangle in my hair.
I fight the urge to take her too fast, even though my cock is straining and my wolf is riding me hard to get what he wants.
He wants her. I deliberately slow myself, knowing she’s not ready and not wanting to spook her.
I relish the sharp catch in her throat when I scrape my teeth along her collarbone, the low, broken sound when I drag my thumb across her nipple, and the way she says my name as she surprises herself every time she does it.
Her hands are everywhere, and they feel like a brand. I can’t get enough of her touch.
I drag my shirt over my head and watch with satisfaction as she takes in my body, the flush returning to her cheeks. “Like what you see?” I murmur, dipping my head to kiss her stomach. “Tell me what you want.”
She squirms under my touch, and I place a hand firmly on her chest to hold her down as I begin to kiss down her body. “I want…I don’t even know what I want.”
I chuckle. “I do,” I tell her, moving lower and pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Let me show you.”
She goes tense, and I look up the length of her body and see uncertainty flashing in her usually defiant eyes. “Trust me,” I tell her. It comes out rougher than I meant it to, because asking her to trust me feels ridiculous considering the circumstances, and yet she nods.
She trusts me. With this at least.
I settle between her thighs and taste her for the first time.
She’s slick and so responsive, crying out as soon as I graze her clit, it’s almost unbearable as her sweet syrup hits my tongue.
I take my time, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her beg—I love hearing her beg.
When she’s pleading for more, I slide one finger into her, feeling just how tight she is, how new this is for her.
My wolf wants me to bury my cock in her and feel her channel tighten around me, but for now, I suck on her clit and begin to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her.
“Ronan.” My name sounds like a broken plea. “Please.”
“I know,” I say through gritted teeth as I add a second finger, working her open gently, as I feel her orgasm building.
I have to reach down and hold my cock firmly to stop myself from coming with her.
The sounds she makes are so erotic, and the taste of her coming on my tongue is almost too much for me to hold back.
She comes apart with me sucking her clit, shaking as her juices soak my fingers.
I pull back, standing and shaking off my pants. I fist my cock and watch as her eyes go wide at the sight of it—I don’t blame her; I’m big, and right now I think it’s bigger and harder than it’s ever been.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her, moving over her and bracing right at her entrance. “I’ll make it good.”
Her eyes are uncertain, but she nods, and I notice the way her hips adjust, rolling slightly as I line myself up and begin to ease into her.
I watch her face for a flicker of pain, and when it comes, I lean down and kiss her.
She’s tense, and I pause, buried partway, locking my muscles against the urge to drive home.
“Breathe,” I tell her, brushing the hair off her face and closing my own eyes against the unbearably good sensation of her velvety channel clamping down on my cock.
She breathes, she adjusts, and when I feel the roll of her hips, I push forward, her body taking me whole, and I gasp as I bottom out.
I want this to last, but she’s too tight, too good.
It has never felt like this.
I set a gentle rhythm to start, but soon realize she’s tilting her hips, wanting more, her heels digging into the back of my thighs, urging me on, and I take her deeper, earning every cry and gasp.
Her nails are scraping my back, and I love it, my body dwarfing hers as she tries to find purchase in my hair, the sheets, anything she can hold on to as I pick up the pace and claim her tight body.
My wolf is drunk on the sounds she’s making, and when I feel her channel tighten, I can barely move as she begins to come again, milking my cock as I choke out her name, half in wonder, and half in an almost painful level of pleasure.
I reach my hand up and lightly hold her neck, knowing my wolf is in my eyes.
I briefly wonder if it will scare her, but when I look, I see she’s too far gone, head tipped back in ecstasy.
I hold her there as I begin to slam into her, and it’s the best sex I’ve ever had—thrusting in and out, the sound filling the room until white-hot pleasure rushes down my spine and I begin to come, hot seed filling her as I growl out her name, grinding into her.
I remain braced over her, breathing heavily and just staring down at her.
This was supposed to be the moment the bond clicked into place, the moment I won, the whole reason I took her—but it’s not there.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but all my wolf wants is her.
It wants her again; in fact, he feels insatiable.
I want to hear her make those sounds again.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and I see it there shining in her eyes; she wants more, too.
My cock is still hard. I’ve heard all about what happens when a wolf wants to rut, but I’ve always been satisfied with a quick, meaningless fuck.
This feels like the opposite. He wants to mark her, breed her, make her his.
Bond magic forgotten, my wolf just wants her. And he’s going to have her. Repeatedly.