Chapter 12 #2
He studied her for a moment, his gaze running over her face like he was committing it to memory, and then he kissed her.
The kiss stole the question right out of her mouth.
Heat erupted through her from head to toe, finally complete, even her toes tingling as if they had just woken up. The wolf could kiss.
He went deeper, his hands sweeping from her back down over the curve of her ass to her thigh, sure and unapologetic. Her breath caught, her thoughts scattering.
He leaned back. “You good?”
How sweet that he’d asked, considering she’d just shoved her tongue in his mouth. “We shouldn’t,” she mumbled, not meaning a word of it. “It’s against the rules.”
His smile this time was wicked. “Fuck the rules.” He kissed her again, rolling them so she was on her back. His weight settled over her, solid and inescapable, the mattress dipping beneath them.
Nadia felt it everywhere. His heat. His strength. The way he fit against her like the protector he’d proven himself to be. Her breath caught, not from fear, but from the sudden realization that she was very aware of every point of contact between them.
Caidrik’s mouth claimed hers again, deeper this time, showing no hesitation.
The kiss was demanding, all heat and intent, and she melted into it with a soft sound she didn’t bother to hide.
His hand slid beneath her, fingers spreading over her back, holding her like he’d decided she wasn’t going anywhere.
Her body answered immediately. Her legs shifted beneath him, instinctive, opening just enough to draw him closer. She could feel how hard he was against her, and that knowledge sent a sharp pulse through her that had her entire body arching.
“Still cold?” he murmured against her mouth.
She laughed breathlessly. “No.”
“Good.” His mouth trailed down, slow and deliberate, along her jaw, her throat.
Her head tipped back, giving him access easily, wanting this.
Wanting him. His teeth grazed her skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to promise that he could.
Her hands slid up his arms, over muscle and heat, her fingers digging in as if she needed the reminder that he was real.
He caressed over her hip and down her thigh, then back up, leaving fire in its wake. She gasped when he pressed closer, when there was no space left at all, when every line of his body told her exactly what he wanted.
“We really shouldn’t,” she said, even as her hands tightened on him, even as her body betrayed her completely.
His mouth hovered near her ear. “Tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
She didn’t. She couldn’t. Her pulse thundered. Her skin felt too tight with sensation, and her thoughts dissolved into raw need.
He kissed her even deeper, the intent in him stealing her thoughts. He moved down her body, kissing her breasts, and taking his time.
For a deadly wolf with unreal speed, apparently he liked to go slow. Or maybe he was just torturing her.
He lightly bit the bottoms of both of her breasts, leaving his mark.
Gasping, she arched against him, wanting more. He chuckled against her skin and licked his way down her, reaching her hipbones, which he also marked. She’d wear those slight bruises for weeks.
Then he settled his head between her thighs, and his too-hot mouth found her clit.
She nearly came off the bed. Her hands clutched into his thick hair. “Caidrik,” she breathed. This was intimate. Very. Life was too confusing right now. She needed to think.
Then he licked her. His tongue was rough, like a wolf’s, and liquid fire rushed through her veins.
She wanted to be part of his life. Needed to feel important to him. He’d been watching over her for the last couple of months, and she’d come to rely on him. Her protector. But she wanted what was best for the pack, and it might not be her. It definitely was him. She should stop this now.
Then he slowly, tortuously, slid one finger inside her, licking her the entire time.
She stopped thinking.
The wolf knew what he was doing.
He drove her up fast, held her on the precipice, and let her fall. The orgasm rushed through her with a desperate edge, making her come down and need more. A lot more.
She grabbed his shoulders, digging in her nails as she pulled.
He moved up her again, resisting her strength, taking his time. Both hips. Her abdomen. Both breasts, rolling the nipples in eternal heat.
She was whimpering by the time he reached her mouth again, kissing her. Totally in control. Slowly, he slid a hand beneath her thigh, lifting it, pressing against her clit.
“You still good?” His voice was a low rumble and his eyes fierce. Dark. Glittering.
Gulping, she nodded, sliding her fingers around his hips to dig her nails into his butt. She needed this. Just once. Only for today. Then they could figure out the rest.
He penetrated her, taking his time, stretching her.
God, he was big. Huge. But he went slow, allowing her to adjust, torturing her a bit more.
She bit her lip. His eyes flared and he licked the wound.
“Don’t hurt yourself. I won’t like it.” The command held a threat that had wetness spilling from her, all around his cock. She’d figure that one out later.
Finally, when she’d aged several years, he was fully embedded inside her, balls to her ass.
He rested on his elbows, studying her again. “You still good?”
That was it. She slid her thighs up, widened her knees, and wrapped both legs around his waist. Then she pushed in with her feet.
One of his dark eyebrows rose. The strain showed in the tight muscles in his arms, in the rough clench of his jaw. Yet his control was impressive.
“Move, Caidrik,” she whispered. “Please.” Yeah, she instinctively knew that last word would push him.
It did.
He pulled out and powered back inside her, going slow until apparently, he figured she was finally good.
Then he pounded.
Hard, fast, wild, he took her to the edge and shoved her right over. Sparks flew out from his hard cock, through her entire body, zinging to her breasts and making her ears ring.
He kept hammering.
Oh, God. She climbed again, her hands frantic against his now slick skin, her body overtaken. Not once in her entire life had she felt like this. He changed his angle, and electricity arced through her.
She stiffened, grabbing him, and climaxed so hard the waves seemed to go on forever. Finally, only then, did he drop his face to her neck and shudder with his own release.
Then, still erect inside her, he leaned back. “You still good?”
Numbly, her body rioting and satiated at the same time, she nodded.
“Excellent. We’re not done.” Then he started to move again.