Chapter 10 #2
Turning off the TV, I set the remote on the coffee table and stand, watching her a few moments longer before sliding my arms under her and lifting with ease.
She weighs barely as much as a feather. Incredible, the amount of turmoil she’s throwing my life into.
Something so small. I can’t resist the urge to hold her close to my chest as I carry her to the bedroom, then set her down after pulling back the blankets.
She’s an angel. Peaceful and serene, almost smiling in her sleep. Dreaming about her family? Probably. Why would she smile if she was dreaming about me?
That mouth of hers, so full and inviting. I can’t help it. I have to. Leaning down, I savor the feel of her breath hitting my skin before indulging in the sweetness of her juicy, plump lips.
She’s still half asleep when she starts to slowly kiss me back, when her lips soften under mine, when she parts them to let my tongue slip through. Her soft sigh gets lost in my mouth and makes my need for her grow into something I can’t fight anymore. Not when I know how much she wants it, too.
Slowly, her arms wind around my neck. Now she’s awake, returning my kiss, moving under me when I stretch out on top of her. She is desire in a living, breathing form. The ultimate temptation. I’ve been fighting so hard for so long. How can I resist when I have her like this?
I need to touch her. My hands slide under her T-shirt to where she’s warm and silky.
How can anything be this soft? She helps me take the shirt off, and I can barely keep myself from devouring her, painting her skin with my tongue, sucking her rosy nipples until her head rolls from side to side in helpless abandon.
“Kyran…” she moans, her hair a dark fan against the pillowcase, her face a mask of pure pleasure. It’s not enough. I want to give her more. I won’t stop until she screams my name.
I work my way lower, tugging her waistband, raising her legs to pull the sweatpants free before spreading them wide. “You have the most beautiful pussy,” I groan, watching as wetness seeps from her and runs down onto the mattress.
“Please,” she whispers, tight and high-pitched.
“Please, what?” It’s torture, dragging this out, but I need to hear it. “What do you want me to do, Tara?”
She bites her lip, driving me crazy, before working up the courage. “Please, fuck me. I need you inside me. Please.”
The bear roars in my head. It’s like winning a victory, even if this won’t be what we both want. That can’t be.
But I can settle for this. Stripping down, watching her take in my body as I reveal more and more of it.
When she reaches for me, I lower myself on my forearms so her hands can roam my back and shoulders, my arms and ass.
Her touch is electric, lighting up what’s been dark for so long while I soak in one kiss after another.
I’ll never get enough of her. This alone will never be enough.
That doesn’t stop me from nudging at her quivering entrance while she links her legs behind my back. “Please,” she begs again, nails running along my shoulders before I fill her with one slow, deep stroke.
Exquisite. The closest thing to heaven I could ever imagine, being wrapped in her silky heat. So tight. Made for me.
“Feels so good,” she moans, running her lips over my shoulder before grazing me with her teeth.
Fuck, that’s good, unlocking an even deeper craving as I bury my face in her neck.
Her pulse throbs wildly under my tongue—the impulse to give in and complete the bond is dangerously close to breaking my willpower.
It’s safer to roll over and take her with me, letting her straddle me so I can watch her. “Ride me.” Taking her by the hips, I pull her down until her clit grinds against my base.
And her eyes almost roll back in her head while her mouth falls open. “Oh, fuck!” she whines, then begins to move, letting instinct take over.
All I can do is let it happen, totally absorbed by the sight of her taking her pleasure. Her tits sway hypnotically with every determined stroke. Her forehead wrinkles in concentration. “Kyran… Kyran…”
My fingers dig into her flesh, my hips jerking upward to match her strokes. She swings her head from side to side, her hair brushing my chest, her lusty moans making my heavy balls lift in preparation. So close—she’s tighter all the time, racing for the finish line.
“Come for me,” I grunt, making her moan louder and grind harder. “Come for me, little wolf. Give it to me. Milk my cock.”
“Oh, god!” She throws her head back one more time before losing herself, shattering in the most beautiful way.
I catch her when she falls against me in a breathless heap, giving me no choice but to fill her with every drop of my come once her pussy starts to massage my shaft.
My head is spinning, and my ears are ringing by the time I’m finished, while she still trembles and shudders in my arms.
I could get used to this. I could do this every night for the rest of my life. No matter what the day brings, we’ll have this to come back to. And I could fall asleep at night feeling content, like there’s nothing I can’t do because I have her by my side. My mate, my partner. My all.
The feeling lasts about as long as the silence before my phone buzzes with a new text. It’s still in my pocket, on the floor, but I don’t have to check to know what the message is about.
I think I’ve managed to make my decision more impossible than ever.