18. Ava #3
Roaming down his body, I grabbed his shirt and shoved it up his chest, lapping my tongue over every inch of skin I found.
His hard chest. The ripples of his abs. The prominent indents where his hips met his jeans.
God, he tasted so good, like clean skin and warm honey, and I wanted more.
When I got to his pants, I hooked my fingers under the waistband and tugged at the button, glancing up at his face.
His eyes glowed, focusing on me, his mouth open in awe, like he couldn’t believe he’d found himself in this position. I set out to rectify that. He’d made me feel so good yesterday, and I wanted to return the favor.
Did that make me a bad person? Was I betraying Lycan by doing this? Hadn’t he fucked him right in front of me yesterday? Where were the lines? How blurred were they really when this felt so right and so wrong and so overwhelming all at once?
All my spiraling thoughts went silent as I lowered his zipper and tugged his pants down to his thighs. His cock bobbed out from under the fabric, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Ava,” he said, his voice hoarse. It was both a plea and a warning, that hint of perpetual misery dancing behind his eyes. He wanted me, and he was afraid of that, but he wanted me anyway.
This thing between us was messy and complicated, and my feelings for Poe were so intrinsically wrapped up in my adoration for Lycan that I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Maybe we were doomed from the start.
I licked him from base to tip, pressing a delicate kiss to the head before sucking him into my mouth.
He groaned and threw his head back, digging his palms into his eyes like watching it would be too much to bear.
It urged me on. I took him slowly at first, playing with him, seeing where he was sensitive, which parts of him made him twitch and squirm.
He liked when I licked his perineum, and he shook when I sucked his knot, wrapping my lips around the muscle as it hardened.
His whimpers fueled my obsession with breaking him down, and somewhere in the haze, I forgot every reason this was a terrible idea.
I understood the power in bringing someone to their edge, in owning their body like it were my own.
My lace panties clung to me, drenched in slick, the earthy scent floating up between us.
“Fuck. Look at you.” He panted and ran a hand down the side of my face as I took him all the way to the hilt, swallowing his cock. “So good for me. So beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”
The praise spurred me on, and I worked him harder, took him deeper, squeezing the base with one hand while I massaged his balls with the other.
Giving him the affection he so clearly deserved but didn’t believe he should receive made me run hot.
He jerked his hips into me, rutting into my mouth, his breathing ragged and heavy, his fingers clamping down into my hair so hard it pinched.
The tender connection burned between us, growing more intense the longer I took him. And just when I thought he was about to come, he yanked my head up, and his cock popped out of my mouth, flopping back on his stomach.
“Take off your clothes,” he said in a low, dominant voice.
His wolf. Poe had retreated deep in his mind, and now I danced with the same beast who’d chased me through the woods on the full moon.
I grinned and sat back to grab the end of my shirt and lift it over my head.
He worked on my jeans, unbuttoning them, tugging down the zipper, and yanking them off before I could rearrange my legs.
Once I was naked, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over.
I tucked my knees under me and supported myself on my elbows while he knelt behind me.
“So wet already. Does sucking cock turn you on?”
“Sucking your cock,” I said. “I love the way you moan for me.”
“Such a greedy girl.” He grabbed both sides of my ass, kneading the muscles and sinking his claws into the flesh.
I’d have marks later, but I hoped I would.
I wanted him to leave his presence behind so I never forgot how amazing this felt.
I arched my back to give him more access, and he ran his palms up my spine, gently pushing me down so my chest was on the ground.
I’d never been more vulnerable. Like this, Poe had a front-row seat to all of me, but his languid strokes and the hungry sounds he made calmed any concerns.
I put my arms up over my head and pressed a cheek into a pillow, the lingering scent of Lycan dancing up around me.
Something about Poe being behind me while my face was smothered in Lycan caused more slick to dribble down my legs.
Poe ghosted his hands down the back of my thighs, using his thumbs to spread me apart.
“Such a perfect cunt,” he murmured. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. Listen.” He slid his fingers through my skin, spearing my clit with a squishing sound that bordered on obscene. I moaned and arched into his touch. “You hear that? You hear how much you fucking want this?”
“Yes,” I said. “Want you to fuck me. Please.”
He laughed. “I know. But I need to taste you first.” The first swipe of his tongue over my cunt had me bucking and digging my fingers into the pillows.
I rocked against his face, pleasure sweeping through my body.
He teased my clit and sucked me into his mouth, lapping from front to back and down again.
His nose pressed into my ass, and he groaned, ravenous for more.
I wouldn’t last long. I was already so keyed up from sucking him that when he stuck a finger inside me and pressed against my front wall, I almost imploded.
“That feels so good,” I said. “I can’t…I’m about to…
” My muscles tensed. I careened toward the inevitable, spinning out into the ether.
And just when I grasped that shiny, brilliant light, he shoved another finger inside.
My orgasm wrenched me into heaven. I clenched around him, rubbing myself on his tongue, pulsing with the culmination of feral abandon.
He barely let me recover before the broad, blunt tip of his cock poked at my entrance.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, hovering in that liminal space, only an inch inside me. “Tell me we shouldn’t, and this is bad, and we’re fucked up for wanting it. Tell me—”
I pushed back on him, taking him all the way. He slid home like he’d been made for me, like our bodies were designed to wrap around each other.
“Fuck.” The word came out on a groan, and he grabbed my hips to hold me in place.
Desperate for more, I looked over my shoulder and cherished the sight of him so undone.
His hair stuck out at odd angles, sweat beaded on his forehead and down his chest, and his thick muscles tightened as he stared down between us.
I tilted my hips and clenched around his cock, which made him hiss and look up. “You like teasing me?”
“You’re easy to rile up,” I said, repeating the motion.
“Naughty baby.” He slid out slowly and pushed back in at the same torturous pace, claws punishing the flesh around my waist. “No wonder he had to pull you across his knee and put you in your place.”
The mention of Lycan should have stopped me, should have brought me back to reality.
It didn’t, and I would have to answer for that later.
There was a version of this where I waited, where we waited.
I turned it over in my mind the way I would a contract, hunting for a clause that would make me pause.
He’ll be furious. Would he? This is cheating.
We’d never set a boundary between us, especially not after last night.
You’ll lose him. Something in me laughed at that, which frightened me more than anything else.
What I found slithered under it all, quiet and predatory and undeniably true.
He should be here.
I didn’t know what to do with that. So I didn’t do anything, and I became all animal instinct and primal urge. I wanted to claim Poe. I wanted Poe to claim me. And perhaps, somewhere in there, we were both claiming Lycan by doing this to each other.
I shoved back on him harder, indicating the pace I wanted him to set. Poe got the message. He gripped me tight and fucked me like he had something to prove, like the world would come crashing down around us if he didn’t get his cock as far inside me as it would go as fast as he could.
I reached my hand between my legs to massage my clit while he pounded my insides.
The tension built. My cunt swelled, and slick ran down the insides of my thighs, making a mess on the floor.
I was so full and so weightless, barreling toward euphoria.
My second climax took me by surprise, and I erupted with so much force, it shoved him out of me.
My cunt pulsed, spraying and convulsing, and I clenched my eyes shut to ride out the waves.
Moans poured over my tongue, and the sounds of Poe’s filthy mouth echoed distantly in the background.
“Fuck, yes,” he said. “Come all over me, baby. Fuck, that’s hot. Give me all of it. Every last drop.”
It went on and on, and when I came back to earth, my bones were lifeless. I sank to the ground, no longer able to hold myself up. Poe took the reins. He rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs, slotting himself at my entrance before rutting home again.
I hissed and tried to scramble away, but he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips and grabbed my wrists to hold them above my head.
“Shh,” he whispered against my mouth. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. One more. Just give me one more.”
“I can’t.” Everything was so wet and hot and sticky. I ached in the best way, and even though Poe’s gentle thrusts felt amazing, I didn’t see how I could come again.