Chapter 12 - Lara
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
That’s the only coherent thought in my head as he carries me down the hall—that I can’t believe what I’m doing, but I’m still doing it anyway.
Wilf’s mouth is on my throat, his hands are everywhere, and his shirt is hanging open as he carries me.
The heat coming off his chest, where I’m holding onto him, is the kind of hot I’ve never experienced in my life.
My back suddenly hits the wall by the bedroom door, and he kisses, completely taking my breath away.
I should be afraid, but I’m not. That’s the bit I can’t make sense of, and I don’t have time to even process that, because his teeth are trailing a line along my jaw and his hand is sliding up the back of my t-shirt.
My body is responding to his every touch and making decisions all on its own that I never thought I’d sign off on.
He pushes the door open with his shoulder and carries me in. I had expected him to throw me down on the bed, but he gently slides me down so my feet hit the floor, and he looks down at me, his eyes pure gold.
“Lara,” he says, voice rougher than I was expecting. “Say no now if you want, and I’ll leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” I reply immediately, almost surprised at my own conviction.
The gold in his eyes shifts and swirls, and I feel the presence of his wolf, which should put me off, but seems to have the opposite effect as I reach for him again.
His hands slide under the hem of my shirt, and he draws it up and over my head in one motion, the cool air hitting my skin but not cooling me down.
He steps back and looks at me in my old, plain bra and the rolled-up sweats.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me.
“Don’t,” I say.
“Don’t what?” He asks.
“Don’t lie to me when I look so messy,” I say, my cheeks burning.
“I don’t see anything messy here, Lara.” He says, running his hand over my jaw, trailing fingers down my neck and teasing the top of my bra, “I only see beauty, and I’ve been seeing that ever since you walked out here that first day with wet hair, wearing these clothes.”
My brain all but short-circuits because I don’t know what to do with that information, and I’m grateful when he doesn’t wait for me to answer, just kisses me again, and walks me a step back so the backs of my legs hit the mattress, and he eases me down onto it.
He kneels on the floor between my knees and pulls his shirt the rest of the way off.
He’s huge. I knew he was a big man because he’s carried me, and pinned me against a wall, and I’ve felt his strength, but nothing could prepare me for seeing him shirtless.
His shoulders are enormous, and his muscles flex with every movement.
He’s covered in scars, new and old, and sitting on the edge of the bed in just my bra, I’m acutely aware of the size difference between us.
At nearly 22, I’ve never had a man look at me the way he is now, but instead of being scared, I feel a rush of something else entirely.
“Wilf,” I say, before I can stop myself.
He pauses, his hand on my waist like a brand. “Yes?” He asks quietly.
“I haven’t, erm, done this before.”
He freezes, his hands moving to the outside of my thighs as his eyes come up to meet mine.
His expression looks almost calculating, as if he’s weighing something up.
It’s an expression full of hunger, but there’s something else too that makes my chest go tight.
“I-I don’t want you to stop, I just thought you should know… I…”
He squeezes my thigh, and it distracts me so much I trail off, watching as he breathes slowly before answering.
“Alright,” he says, “Listen. We’ll go slow. I can make this good for you. If you want it.”
I nod. “I do, I want this. You don’t mind?” I ask, hating that I suddenly sound so unsure.
He leans in and kisses me hard and deep, stealing my breath. “I might be a bit of a bastard because I don’t mind at all; in fact, I love it,” he says, and the words go straight to my core. “I’m going to take my time with you, Lara.”
His head dips, and suddenly, he’s kissing my stomach, making my whole body tremble as his hands go to my waistband, and he works the fabric down until I instinctively lift my hips as he slides them off. My underwear goes at the same time, and I hear him groan as my bare skin is revealed.
He immediately puts his mouth to the inside of my bare thighs; the action isn’t tentative, it’s deliberate, and I feel the roughness of his stubble against my soft skin.
My hands go into his hair as my body arches, the sensations overwhelming.
When he surges forward, parting my legs over his shoulders, I fall backward until I’m lying on the bed, legs spread for him, and his tongue suddenly hits my most sensitive spot.
I don’t even recognize the sound I make, but he seems to like it because he buries his face between my legs and alternates between licking and sucking my clit.
His hands are braced on my thighs, holding me open, no matter how much I squirm under his tongue. He switches out one hand for his large shoulder, and I feel his fingers tracing my thighs, the rough edges of his calluses, causing a delicious friction as they move higher, brushing my core.
My entire body bucks when he slides one thick finger inside me, and he groans against my thigh as I feel my channel clamp down on him. “Damn, you’re tight, Lara.” He whispers.
I can’t answer. I have no words. I’m too lost to the feel of him.
If his finger can make me feel full, how on earth am I going to take his cock?
It’s as if he can read my mind because he adds a second finger slowly as his mouth returns to my clit.
Instead of fighting the sensation, my body seems to open more for him, and the second finger slides inside.
When he begins to flex them, the pressure in my core builds quickly, and I cry out.
"Wilf,” I breathe. “Wilf, I…”
“I know,” he tells me. “I can feel you’re close. Come for me, Lara.”
My body obeys, and I come so hard that my whole body tenses and I half cry, half beg as he begins to pump his fingers in and out, my orgasm rolling through me until I feel like I can’t take anymore.
When he finally slows, I’m left still gripping his hair tightly, and he chuckles, kissing the inside of my thighs, then the line of my hip.
“Look at me, Lara,” he says.
When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me with the kind of hunger I’ve never seen before.
He stands and slides off his pants, and his cock springs free.
He’s huge, just like the rest of him. I knew he would be, but knowing it and seeing it are two different things.
He’s rock hard, and the tip is dark and flushed; the skin seems to be straining to contain him, and his hand strokes it as he watches me carefully.
“Lara, it will fit,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “If you still want this?”
I drag my eyes up to his again and whisper, “Yes.” Knowing that I do want this, I couldn’t stop now if I tried; my body wants more.
“Good.” He says, looming over me and settling carefully, minding how much weight he puts on me.
He braces one forearm beside my head and lowers himself so I feel his weight on top of me.
He nudges my legs apart, and his cock lies heavily on my stomach as he leans down to kiss me.
I can taste myself on his lips, and I vaguely think that should embarrass me, but I’m too far gone to care.
I feel his hand on his cock, stroking it, and he shifts his weight until I feel the head at my entrance. “Breathe, Lara.” He whispers against my lips.
I breathe, my body obeying him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He pushes in. Just the tip and the blunt head stretches me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He pauses, and I feel his bicep tremble slightly next to my face. “More?” He asks, his voice barely a whisper.
“More,” I plead, even though I can feel a burn building in my channel.
I grip his shoulders, and he kisses my throat as he pushes forward another inch, and then another.
My legs part even more, and I have to shift my hips to accommodate him as my head falls back; a mix of pain and pleasure swamps my body.
“Goddess, Lara,” He groans, “I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re so tight. I can feel you milking my cock.”
His voice is filled with reverence, and the obscenity of his words makes my core clench.
I look down and watch in wonder as his huge cock stretches me, disappearing inch by inch.
I suddenly want more, and my hand goes to his back, trying to pull him closer.
He chuckles, but it comes out strangled, “Lara, you’re going to make me blow. I want to take my time with you.”
But my body doesn’t want to wait; it wants to be filled. Just when I think he can’t possibly fill me anymore, he shifts his hips and goes deeper, making me cry out. He’s lodged deeply, and I can barely move without heightening the pain and pleasure, so I still and wait to see what he’s going to do.
He begins to rock his hips, setting an almost testing pace. I feel the drag of his cock, every ridge sending goosebumps dancing over my skin.
“Wilf,” I cry, “It feels…”
“Tell me, tell me how it feels,” he says against my hair.
“I want more,” I tell him, unable to explain any other way.
I feel him smile, and his hand comes up, sliding along the side of my face before settling loosely at the side of my neck. I feel a possessive weight settle over me as he lifts slightly, bracing himself at a deeper angle, and his hips pick up a faster pace.
“I need you to come on my cock, Lara,” he says, and the tone of his voice turns me on even more. He leans down closer, “I want you to milk my cock.”
I feel the flutter in my channel, and his hand moves between us.
He finds my clit, and I didn’t realize how close I was until he begins to rub small circles on it as he snaps his hips in pace.
He kisses along my jaw; his sharp teeth grazing my skin as my orgasm builds.
He grinds his hips at an angle that sends me over the edge faster than I was expecting.
I scream my release, and I feel my channel clench tightly around him; so tight that his movements change, and he groans against my neck as if shocked.
“Fuck, Lara.” He growls.
“Fill me, I want it,” I say, the words coming out of nowhere and surprising me.
He takes me at my word and begins to fuck me hard, harder than he has so far, and I feel every inch of his strength.
His hands fist in the sheets next to me, and when he buries his head against my neck, I hear a growl that is barely human.
He releases inside me, and I feel every pulse of his cock; I didn’t expect it to feel so good, and all I can do is hold onto him as he fucks me through it.
He collapses to the side and pulls me with him. “Are you alright?” He asks, out of breath.
I nod, “Mmm.” I murmur.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, “You’re so tight.”
“I’m ok,” I say, mentally checking my body to see if that’s true. I’m sore but not in pain.
He suddenly lifts his head to look at me, and I see his eyes are almost back to green; only a few gold flecks remain. He brushes the hair off my face before trailing his fingers down over my breasts. The gesture is so gentle and intimate, it makes my breathing stutter.
“You did so well, Lara,” he whispers, “you took me so well.”
I feel like I should have something to say to that, but I can’t find the words.
He kisses my forehead and slowly pulls out of me; I’m shocked by the amount of liquid that follows, and my cheeks burn.
He looks down too, gathering some of it and gently rubbing between my legs, finding my sensitive clit, I part my legs instinctively.
When he looks back up, I see the gold returning to his eyes and know he isn’t done with me yet.
I’m not done with him either.