Chapter 5
Charlotte felt her knees go soft and her eyelids become too heavy to keep open.
She would have fallen, had Byron not caught her.
She felt boneless and more relaxed than ever before, although this was certainly not her first orgasm—not by a long shot—but there was something about the way Byron had touched her that had made her feel out-of-this-world amazing. Had she dreamed all this?
By the time her eyes were focusing again, she lay on a large bed.
Byron pulled her boots off and freed her of her pants.
She looked up at him and ran her eyes over his torso.
Only a soft dusting of dark hair was sprinkled on his muscular chest. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was all muscle—and man.
“May I?” he asked, pointing to her panties.
She chuckled softly. “You’ve definitely earned it.” She shimmied out of her panties, and he helped her.
“If you need a break, I can wait,” he claimed.
She lowered her eyes to his groin, or rather, the bulge that threatened to tear the seams of his pants apart.
“I don’t think you can.” She licked her lips and, with renewed energy, she sat up. “How about you get undressed before I shred those clothes?”
“Sounds like an order.”
He grinned and opened his belt before popping the button open.
She could hear his heartbeat accelerate.
She put her hands on the zipper and pulled it down, careful not to hurt what lay beneath it.
He let out a breath, then pushed his pants down his hips.
He kicked off his shoes and freed himself of the garment.
His boxer briefs hid little of his impressive cock.
His massive erection stretched the soft light-gray fabric to such an extent that it was practically see-through.
Eager to see and touch all of him, she slid her fingers under the waistband and pushed the fabric down.
His cock sprang free, the hard rod pointing at her face, a drop of moisture on its tip.
She lifted her gaze to look at his face and found him watching her, his eyes barely human, his lips parted, his breath ragged.
There was a silent understanding between them as if they’d done this many times before, as if they weren’t strangers, but lovers who knew all of each other’s secrets.
It was a strange feeling, both exciting and frightening. And impossible to resist.
Without hesitation, she put her hands on Byron’s hips, gripping him firmly so he couldn’t escape.
Then she parted her lips and licked over the tip of his erection, tasting the pre-cum that seeped from it.
His scent and taste filled her senses, demanding more of the same.
She wrapped one hand around his thick root before taking his cock into her mouth and closing her lips around his hard flesh.
A moan dislodged from his chest and bounced against the walls of the bedroom.
It felt like a command meant for her to give him what he needed.
A command she was more than willing to execute.
She cradled him in her mouth, moving up and down on him, her tongue licking along the underside of his sensitive skin, making every descent smooth.
She felt him move now, rhythmically thrusting back and forth, in and out of her mouth.
She released his other hip now and used her hand to cradle his balls. A loud gasp followed her action.
“Fuck, Charlie! I can barely keep it together as is…”
She looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze, and kept sucking him, now gently caressing his balls with her fingers.
Byron threw his head back, moaning, submitting to her touch.
She loved the power she had over him. He was putty in her hands.
It filled her with satisfaction to subdue a strong werewolf with nothing but her mouth and hands, just like he’d done to her only minutes earlier.
She realized now that she’d never truly let herself go with a man, even though she’d always enjoyed sex.
But with Byron, it was different. Despite the fact that he was a stranger—or maybe because of it—she felt safe with him.
She didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to protect herself or worry that he was with her because of who her parents were, and what rank they held in the Werewolf Alliance.
All that didn’t matter. For Byron, she wasn’t a pawn on the chessboard of pack politics. She was the queen.
When he suddenly pulled himself out of her mouth and stepped back, she stared up at him, startled.
“No more,” he let out on a ragged breath. “Or I’ll come in your beautiful mouth.”
“Would that be so terrible?” she teased.
He held up his hand as if to stop her. “Nice try, babe, but you’re not gonna rob me of the rest of my senses.”
He took a step to the side of the bed, and she followed him with her eyes as he opened the drawer of the nightstand. He retrieved a condom from it and looked at her while he ripped the foil pack open.
“Now be a good girl, and lie back on the bed,” he demanded.
“I could help you with that.”
He gave half a laugh. “No chance. Another touch by you, and I’m gonna explode.”
She smirked and lay back on the bed, watching him as he rolled the condom over his erection.
“I guess you haven’t had sex in a while,” she mused. “Or you wouldn’t be so sensitive.”
Byron paused for a second and pinned the beautiful vixen in his bed with his eyes. “You trying to rile me up or something? I’ll have you know that I have plenty of sex—just not with werewolf females in heat.”
Though Charlie was right: he hadn’t had sex in the last few weeks with everything that was going on in the pack. But that was none of her business. However, he didn’t want to look like somebody who couldn’t get sex whenever he wanted it. That he hadn’t felt like it for a while was immaterial.
But his reply wasn’t entirely a lie. He’d never been with a werewolf female in heat.
It was too dangerous because, without protection, making love to a werewolf in heat would almost inevitably lead to conception.
And he wasn’t a callous adulterer like his father, who’d sired Danielle out of wedlock, who was now the alpha female of the Gallagher/Beaumont pack.
But enough of these thoughts. Tonight was about pleasure, nothing else.
Unquenched desire and unadulterated passion.
No strings attached, no romantic entanglements, no consequences.
Charlie lay there on the bed, her long dark hair around her head like a halo, her skin glowing with a thin sheen of perspiration, her green eyes roaming his body, her lips plump and still moist from sucking him.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hard and dark.
She angled one leg to give him a view of her pussy.
It was glistening with her juices, inviting him with its aroma of arousal; its effect on him multiplied because she was in heat.
It was the biggest turn-on he’d ever experienced.
He was familiar with the scent of a werewolf female in heat, having smelled it often enough on the female members of the pack, but never before had he been drawn to it like a moth to the light.
It wasn’t just arousing, it was drugging.
He couldn’t wait any longer and joined her on the bed, sliding into the space between her thighs, hovering over her, bracing himself on his elbows and knees.
Her hands were on his hips now as she guided him closer, their eyes locking with one another.
The moment the tip of his cock touched her warm nether lips, his brain stopped functioning, the sensation so intense that his heart beat faster than it ever had.
Another second, and her internal muscles enveloped his erection.
He thrust into her to the hilt, seating himself inside her welcoming pussy.
For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.
Everything around him seemed to blur and leave only one clear image: Charlie’s eyes.
He lost himself in their depths, while his body finally began to move.
Not in a frantic tempo, but slow and measured so he could feel everything more intensely.
It was as if he could feel this intimate connection with every nerve in his body, multiplying the pleasure he experienced.
Charlie moved in sync with him, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deep into her.
Even though he didn’t want to break eye contact, he had to because he wanted to kiss her, wanted to deepen their shared experience.
He dipped his head and tilted it to the side, then brushed his lips over hers.
She responded to him by parting her lips and granting him entry into the luscious caverns of her mouth.
As he deepened the kiss and dueled with her tongue, the tempo of his thrusts increased.
He felt her fingernails dig into his hips as she forced him to fuck her harder, a demand he surrendered to without hesitation.
Moans and sighs and the sound of their bodies coming together now filled the bedroom, providing the background music to their lovemaking.
And it was lovemaking, not just mindless fucking, he realized to his surprise.
Despite her words that she wanted no strings attached, her body spoke a different language, just like his.
His body acted as if she meant something to him, as if she were his.
It was strange and unexpected, but he couldn’t deny what he felt.
This wasn’t about him simply chasing an orgasm; it was about them finding pleasure together, making each other feel good, appreciating each other, and reveling in this intimacy.
Despite the fact that his movements were still comparatively slow and measured, he knew he would lose control sooner rather than later. He was close, far too close for his liking.
He ripped his lips from hers. “We’ve gotta slow down.”