Chapter 39 #2
He lowered his head again, bowing it towards me, and pressed his brow to mine as his hand came to rest over my heart and he took hold of mine, bringing it to his chest.
“You are not the key to my future happiness through revenge, but through love.”
His lips met mine, his kiss divine as he gathered me to him with one hand still over my heart.
His thundered against my palm, the frantic beat of it matching mine as my lips danced over his, as our breaths mingled and hunger soared through me.
Every restless night I had imagined him with me, every bath where I had struggled not to think of him and banish him from my mind, rolled up on me, shattering my restraint together with his words that had touched my soul and filled my heart.
My senses reached around us as I shifted my hands to the button of his tunic, bringing my other one up to join it.
His kiss deepened, his fingers digging into my waist as I tugged at the buttons that kept him from my greedy fingers that ached to feel his skin beneath them.
I felt as if I would die if I didn’t get my hands on him right that second.
On a low groan, he pulled at my dress, tugging the ridiculous layers of skirts up. A shiver tripped up my limbs as cooler air brushed my bare legs and I struggled to focus as his hands dipped beneath my skirts to trail up the outsides of my thighs.
Gods, I needed him.
I barely checked the urge to rip his stupid tunic open as it denied me, my trembling hands making opening the buttons hard work.
“Why are there so many buttons?” I muttered as I pushed him back and glared at his tunic.
He chuckled and helped me, and when most of them were undone, he grew as impatient as I was and wrestled it off over his head.
“Glorious,” I whispered.
That wicked smile that curved his lips said he had filed my reaction away and was going to delight in bringing it up over and over again.
I didn’t care. Not right now.
All I cared about was that hard outline tightening the tan fabric of his pants.
“Gods,” I murmured as I gazed at the outline of his cock, unable to stop myself from squeezing my thighs together, drawing another rumbling chuckle from him. I glowered up at him. “Keep laughing and I’ll teleport and leave you alone here to deal with that by yourself.”
I wouldn’t.
I needed him inside me too much, my wolf side frenzied with the need to feel him sliding into me, stretching and filling me. Completing me.
Gods, maybe we were mates in some way, because this urge to make him look at me, to rub against him until he surrendered to me and took me, was powerful and intoxicating.
“You would not,” he purred with a feline smile as he shamelessly ran his hand down his caged shaft. “You like how this makes you feel too much to deny yourself the pleasure of it.”
Several responses to that gloating, wicked declaration danced across my tongue.
He thought very highly of himself.
I could find pleasure enough without him.
I went with the one that came to me first.
“Shut your ridiculously beautiful mouth and take your pants off,” I growled.
He positively beamed at me, his eyes lighting up. “Is this where you press your dagger to my throat again?”
“No. Don’t be so disgusting.” I rolled my eyes and turned my cheek to him.
He was suddenly right against me, his nose pressed to that cheek as his hand cupped my mound beneath my skirts, his fingers delving between them to madden me.
“This says you do not find the thought of it so disgusting, little wolf,” he purred, heating my blood.
“I think you say what you feel you should, not what you truly feel. I think you like the thought of holding your blade to my throat, keeping me pinned to this grass with it as you ride me, working your hips so sweetly to take what you want from me. Draw your blade, little wolf.”
He nuzzled my cheek, his breath hot on my skin, and I bit my lip as I tried to banish that image from my mind and found I couldn’t, and I couldn’t hide my reaction from him. He moaned low as his fingers slipped through my folds, the evidence of my arousal coating them.
“Later.” He kissed a path across my cheek to my lips and murmured against them. “I find I want you too much now to submit to you, even though I find you being a bossy little wolf so very arousing.”
He guided my hand to his caged cock and I swallowed, trembling at the feel of how hard it was.
“Pants. Now.” I undid my dagger belt and cast it away from me, just in case he got any ideas, but mostly because I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t want to fulfil that wicked scene he had put in my head in the heat of the moment.
He had barely undone them before my hand was on him again, running down the velvet length of him, ripping a groan from his kiss blushed lips.
Maybe I had missed him, maybe I was feeling particularly bossy today, or maybe I was just more confident these days, because I pushed him backwards, shoving him onto his back on the dewy grass.
He grinned up at me, wicked delight shining in his eyes, and when I went to straddle him, he caught my legs and hauled me up his delicious, honed body until I straddled his head.
A moan burst from my lips as he delved between my thighs beneath my skirts, hidden from view.
I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to silence my breathless cries as he laved at me, stroking me with his tongue, sending me rocketing towards a climax.
I gripped his head through my golden skirts as his hands clamped over my thighs, holding me to his face as he sucked my pert bead and then stroked it again, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Oh gods. I rocked my hips, riding his face, shameless in my pursuit of that release that hovered just beyond my reach. I just needed one little push.
Kaeleron sucked hard on my clit.