Chapter Six #2
“I’m about to lose my mind, and you’re discussing food safety.”
“I contain multitudes.”
“You contain trouble.”
Her smile turns wicked. “You like trouble.”
“I like you.”
The smile falters for a second, but I kiss it back into place.
My mouth trails along her jaw, down her throat, careful over the unmarked skin where my wolf wants to put his teeth. I feel her pulse racing beneath my lips as her hands slide into my hair, holding me there.
“No claiming,” I whisper.
She shivers. “I know.”
“Not until you’re ready.”
“I know.”
I kiss lower, over her collarbone, down the soft swell of her breast. “But I’m going to make you feel wanted.”
Her legs part around my hips, and the scent of her need nearly drops me.
“Daniel,” she breathes.
“I’ve got you.” My hands slide over her thighs, spreading them wider, and she trembles under the touch. “Goddess, Holly, look at you. So damn beautiful. So brave for me.”
Her breath hitches. The praise hits her like it did in the clearing. Deep. Under the skin. She’s not used to it, and that makes me want to give her so much she never forgets what it feels like.
I lower my mouth to her breast, taking one tight nipple between my lips.
She arches with a cry, fingers gripping my hair, and my cock throbs painfully behind my jeans.
I suck gently, then harder when she moans, learning her sounds, her rhythm, the way her thighs tighten around my hips when pleasure rolls through her.
“You like that,” I murmur, switching to the other breast. “Good. Let me hear you. I love those sounds, sweetheart. Every one of them.”
Her head tips back, throat exposed, and I have to close my eyes for a second. No bite. Not tonight.
I kneel instead, and Holly stiffens. “What are you doing?”
I look up at her from between her thighs. “Something I’ve been thinking about since you licked frosting off your thumb.”
Her eyes go wide. “You noticed that?”
“I noticed everything you do.”
“That is still upsetting.”
“It’s about to be useful.”
A laugh bursts out of her, but it turns into a gasp when I kiss the inside of her thigh.
I take my time. Not because I’m patient.
Because she deserves to be worshipped slowly.
I kiss up one thigh, then the other, my hands holding her gently open.
She’s wet for me, glistening in the low light, and my control nearly cracks at the sight.
“Perfect,” I rasp. “Fuck, Holly. You’re perfect.”
She makes a small, wounded sound, like praise hurts in the same place it also heals.
I look up immediately. “Too much?”
She shakes her head fast. “No. Just ... I’m not used to it.”
“Then get used to it.” I press another kiss to her thigh. “Because I’m going to tell you. Again and again. You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re wanted. And I want you because you’re you.”
Her eyes shine before her fingers tighten in my hair. “Daniel.”
That is all the permission I need. I lower my mouth to her glistening pussy. The first taste of her almost breaks me—sweet, hot, and utterly Holly.
I groan against her, and she cries out, hips jerking.
I keep one hand on her thigh, the other on her waist, holding but not trapping.
My tongue moves slowly at first, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her curse, what makes her forget to be scared.
When I find the right pressure, her whole body goes tight.
“There you go,” I murmur against her. “That’s it. Take it, sweetheart. Let yourself feel good. You deserve it.”
She whimpers. My name falls from her lips again and again, softer each time, then sharper as her pleasure builds. I keep talking to her between licks, praising every sound, every shiver, every desperate little movement of her hips.
“Good girl. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me. So fucking pretty when you let go.”
Her orgasm hits hard, and she cries out, back arching, thighs clamping around my head as her body trembles. I hold her through it, licking her gently until the last waves fade and she tugs weakly at my hair.
“Stop,” she gasps.
I stop immediately, pressing one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising. Her face is flushed. Hair wild. Eyes dazed. I have never been more proud of anything in my life.
She blinks at me. “You look smug.”
“I feel smug.”
“I should be offended.”
“Probably.”
“I’m not.”
“Thank the Goddess.”
She reaches for me then, hands shaking as she fumbles with the button of my jeans. I catch her wrists gently. “We don’t have to do more.”
Her expression softens, then sharpens. “Daniel.”
“Yes?”
“Take off your pants before I rethink how much I like you.”
I laugh, but it comes out wrecked. The jeans are gone in record time.
Her eyes drop to my cock, and every inch of me goes tight under her gaze. I’m hard, aching, leaking for her, my body ready to beg exactly like I promised. Holly reaches for me, fingers wrapping around my length.
I groan, head dropping forward. “Fuck.”
Her hand jerks back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I catch her hand and bring it back, wrapping my fingers around hers. “No, sweetheart. That felt too good.”
The relief in her scent hits me hard. I guide her hand once, showing her the pressure I like, then let go. She strokes me slowly, watching my face like she’s fascinated by every reaction.
Power blooms in her eyes again. Beautiful. Dangerous.
Mine, my wolf whispers.
Not yet, I remind him. But close.
I kiss Holly as she touches me, swallowing her soft sounds and giving her mine. When I can’t take another second without embarrassing both of us, I reach for my wallet and pull out a condom.
Holly watches me tear it open, her breathing quick.
I pause. “Still with me?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Words.”
“Yes, Daniel. I want this.”
I roll the condom on with shaking hands, then step between her thighs. My cock brushes her slick heat, and we both freeze. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and my forehead drops to hers.
“You need to tell me if you want to stop,” I say.
“I will.”
“I mean it.” I keep my gaze locked on her, making sure she understands.
“I know.”
She kisses me then, and I push into her slowly.
The world narrows. Heat. Tightness. Her gasp.
My groan. The bond flaring bright enough to steal breath from my lungs.
I go inch by inch, fighting every instinct that screams to thrust deep and take.
Holly trembles around me, her body stretching, adjusting, welcoming me in.
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper against her mouth. “So good, Holly. Taking me so perfectly. Fuck, you feel incredible.” Her eyes flutter shut. “No,” I murmur. “Look at me.”
She opens them. There’s fear there but pleasure too. And unexpectedly, trust, fragile but real. It humbles me.
When I’m fully inside her, I stop. Every muscle in my body screams.
Holly stares at me, breathing hard. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I need a second.”
Her lips twitch. “Are you going to sneeze again?”
A laugh rips out of me, sudden and helpless. When she laughs too, her body clenches around my cock, and my laugh turns into a groan.
“Don’t make me laugh while I’m inside you.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll die.”
“That seems dramatic.”
“You feel like heaven, and you’re mocking me. This is a complex moment.”