Chapter 26 Getting What You Want
Chapter twenty-six
Getting What You Want
My back hit the bed.
The weight of Cole pressed me into the mattress.
She didn’t break the kiss.
My hips bucked against her.
I was frantic. Pulling her face to me. Keeping her with me.
I physically ached with need for her.
I was growing dizzy from the kiss, from lack of air, and I didn’t care. I’d die with her lips against mine if she let me.
Her hands pushed up under my shirt, her large, warm hands engulfing my waist, pulling me tighter to her.
She managed to pull her lips free from mine, and I gasped for breath, immediately trying and failing to bring her back to me.
She removed her top in one motion, discarding it carelessly and revealing her lace, purple bra before her lips were on me again.
She rolled us over, her hands pushing under my top again, pulling at the fabric.
The sound of tearing was mixed with that of our desperate kissing.
She ripped my top from me, tearing it away, ripping the collar around my neck. The ruined top fell from me.
We rolled again.
She was on top of me. Kissing down my jaw, down my neck.
She bit me.
A wave of arousal coursed through me at the feeling of her teeth on my neck.
I bucked against her.
“Cole, please,” I begged. “More.”
Her bite became harder, and I whined low, bucking against her, needing her, needing her everywhere.
She released my flesh and placed wet open kisses down my neck, my chest, popping my breast free from my bra. She engulfed my nipple into her hot mouth and sucked.
It was as if my nipple was directly linked to my clit; they throbbed in sync.
“Fuck,” I cried.
“Mine,” Cole growled.
Her eyes were dark, her pupils exploded like that cold night weeks ago. She was more wolf than woman.
It excited me.
I felt myself becoming so wet, sloppy, ruining my panties.
I didn’t care.
I wanted them gone.
I wanted everything between us gone.
She sucked hard, pulling me closer with her arm around my lower back.
When she released my nipple, she blew cool air against the sensitive tip, and it created a pleasant shiver down my spine.
I kissed her, pulling her face to mine.
She tore her lips from mine and continued kissing down my chest to my navel, her hands ripping open my jeans as if there wasn’t time to undo them.
I heard the metal button hit the wall.
She pulled everything—my jeans and panties—down my legs together.
I helped to kick them off.
And then her head was between my legs.
No hesitation.
No pause.
I was in her mouth.
My head rolled back. My back arched.
The sound of her sucking and licking mixed with my wetness was loud; my cries of pleasure were louder.
She held me down, her palm flat against my lower stomach, pinning me to the bed while she ate me out.
I needed her to hold me still.
I was writhing, the build-up so intense I couldn’t stay still, like the pleasure wanted to burst out of me.
She hooked one of my legs over her shoulder, and then her fingers were inside me, expertly finding that one spot that made me wet like a faucet being turned on when rubbed.
“Oh, Cole,” I cried.
She didn’t answer.
Couldn’t.
Her mouth was busy.
I came against her.
Screaming my release.
Her mouth left my clit, but her fingers stayed inside me, pumping in and out, rubbing against that perfect spot.
“That’s it, I want everyone to hear you,” she said, and I should have been embarrassed that she was calling out how loud I was being, but I wasn’t. I was too overwhelmed; nothing else mattered than giving myself over to her.
She began kissing up my body, stopping to pay attention to my previously neglected nipple.
I was riding her fingers, bucking against her, chasing another orgasm. This one deeper, more difficult to find, like I had to pull her in deeper, needing more of her.
Her lips were against my throat again.
I moved my head to give her more space.
I wanted all of her.
Always.
I wanted to be so entirely used by her.
I wanted to be hers.
Her teeth scraped against my neck.
“Mine,” she growled.
“Yours,” I agreed. “Please, please,” I begged.
Her teeth pressed against my skin in a bite. I would be so bruised.
It wasn’t enough.
“More, Cole, please,” I cried.
Cried hot tears because I needed her, needed her like I couldn’t survive without her.
And I wanted her.
So much it physically hurt.
She pushed inside me harder, faster, another finger added.
Her teeth pressed harder.
It wasn’t enough.
Her thumb nudged and rubbed my clit.
It wasn’t enough.
“Mark me,” I begged.
She hesitated, her hand inside me stilling.
“No, no, don’t stop,” I cried. “Don’t stop.”
I held onto her tighter.
I bucked, fucking myself on her hand.
“Please, please.”
I was feral. Wild.
Suddenly, she was fucking me again, harder than ever.
Her teeth pressed against me, so much tension in my skin, until, until…
I roared with my release at the same moment I felt her teeth tear open the skin of my neck.
She bit down harder.
Pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart.
I bucked and writhed and moaned and cried and came so truly and completely undone.
Cole held me impossibly tight to her as I experienced the most intense pleasure I had ever known.
The waves of pleasure seemed to last a lifetime.
A blissful, suspended eternity.
But eventually, the waves subsided.
Cole’s teeth released me, and she pulled her fingers from me.
I was spent and limp as she lay me down.
My blood coated her lips and ran down her chin.
I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Her eyes were fixated on my throat.
On her mark.
I pulled her to me. Cold without her on top of me.
Exhaustion made my limbs heavy.
I watched as her golden-brown irises began to slowly return as the dilation of her pupils retracted.
She lay down beside me.
Pulled me against her and licked the blood from my throat.
Time passed between us silently.
I didn’t have the energy to attempt to speak yet.
Daylight passed to the darkness of night.
Cole untangled herself from me.
I whined for her to stay.
She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her top back on.
“I’m sorry,” she said so quietly before she got up and left.
Left before I had time to process that she was leaving.
I was shocked and suddenly terribly cold and shaking.
What had I done?