Chapter Nineteen #2
That may be true, but it’s not my wolf in charge right now.
This is all me, losing my fucking mind at the sight before me.
One second Effie is fully clothed and the next she’s naked, sitting on the boulder with her legs spread.
Her arms are behind her, palms flat on the rock, making her perfect tits jut out.
And the look on her face is a dare and a promise mixed into one.
I can’t explain what comes over me when I see her like this, challenging and vulnerable all at once, ready for anything and everything. Fuck me, this woman is going to kill me and I’m going to die the happiest of werewolves.
She reaches forward with one hand, curling her fingers around the back of my head. But instead of bringing my face to hers, she draws me down lower.
“Lick me,” she says, her tone already breathy. “I want to come all over that talented mouth of yours and then kiss you clean.”
What kind of alpha would I be if I didn’t give her exactly what she wants?
I’m between her splayed thighs on the next heartbeat.
Her pussy is so soft and ready for me. Another day I’d draw this out.
Make her beg and plead to come. But not today.
I want to make her come hard and fast. I want those thick thighs of hers squeezing my head so tight that her freckles would leave imprints on my cheeks if they could.
Her clit is already swollen with need the first time I circle it with my tongue, and she lets out a gasp of bliss and surprise.
Oh, my wild one must not have known about the power of the naiad river.
Every touch, every lick, every thrust is like having the pleasure dialed up to a hundred.
The only way the water nymphs can experience pleasure is through the actions of others, so they make sure it’s as good as it possibly can be.
I hook my hands around Effie’s knees and bend them, pushing them back toward her chest so she is completely exposed to me.
I keep licking and sucking and teasing her slick pussy, paying attention to her every undulation and moan and reaction so I can make it even better for her.
And when her fingers weave their way into my wet hair, yanking me even closer to her so I can barely breathe?
I will suffocate with a smile on my face if she keeps making that sweet sound.
I continue eating her, taking her right up to the edge and then backing off over and over again until she is begging. So much for not making her do that this time. Guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Eventually, though, I lift my head from between her legs.
She’s gone from being propped up on her hands to lying back on the boulder, the curve of which has her arched in the best possible way.
Her gorgeous face is flushed. She’s cupping her tits, pulling on her hard nipples so much that they’ve gone from pale pink to dark rose.
Her entire body is practically vibrating with want when her wild, wanton gaze locks with mine. Oh, my Effie is beyond on the brink.
Having pity on her because it’s her first time in these naiad waters, I move my hands lower down the back of her thighs and to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide.
She is so wet with desire and my spit that her slickness travels down her pussy and farther.
I can’t help but follow. My thumb grazes her asshole, and she lets out a cry of pleasure.
“Oh my, yes, Darius,” she pants out. “Yes.”
Whatever my Effie wants, my Effie gets.
I suck her clit into my mouth at the same time as I use her desire to lube my thumb and press in.
Her strangled groan of pleasure is so loud it scatters the birds from the trees.
I work my thumb at the same time that I torment her clit in the best way possible and let my chin rub against the entrance to her core until her thighs are quaking on either side of my head.
She yanks my hair tight half a second before her entire body tenses and she comes in my face.
It is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I lap at her softly and ease my thumb out of her as she comes down. The naiads have made their way closer to us but are still giving us our space.
“Darius,” Effie says, sounding as if she’s floating down from the atmosphere.
“Yes, witch?”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
I’m already dipping my head back down to the apex of her thighs, but Effie has other ideas.
The smell of honeysuckle fills the air, and then I’m on the edge of the boulder and she’s in the water.
I have less than a heartbeat to get acclimated before her mouth is on my dick and all thoughts of any kind vanish without a trace.
All I can do is focus on the heat of Effie’s mouth as she takes my cock, sucking me in deep.
She cups my balls and works me over, up and down until I am right on the edge, and then she stops.
She grips the base of my cock tight, giving me a second to recover before she starts up again.
Over and over, she alternates between taking me deep and teasing me, keeping me right on the same edge I tormented her with.
If I could form words, I might complain, but it all just feels too good.
“Effie,” I say, begging because she knows what I want.
“What’s the magic word?” she asks before tracing the veiny lines with the tip of her tongue.
Fuck me. I could watch her do that for the rest of eternity, but I need more right now.
“Please,” I say, the syllable coming out as a low, rumbling growl.
Her cheeks flush with pleasure before she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and takes me in, fucking me with her mouth.
It is the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.
Effie with her mouth full of me as she stands in the river, the water coming up just to the tips of her hard nipples.
I don’t want her to stop, but I can’t hold off much longer.
My orgasm builds like a ball of electricity at the base of my spine. I’m almost there. So damn close.
And then Effie does what Effie does—the unexpected.
She lets my dick go, encircles it with both hands, and starts jerking me off.
“I wanna see you come, Darius,” she says. “Give me what I want.”