Chapter Nineteen #3
I couldn’t deny her at this moment even if I wanted to.
My orgasm hits me at full force, and I come all over the tops of Effie’s tits, painting her with my desire.
She gives my cock another few strokes and then lets me go.
I watch in awed silence as she glides one finger across her chest and then lifts it to her mouth and sucks it clean.
It is more than I can take.
Normally I’d need some recovery time, but there are benefits to fucking in a naiad river. I grab my cock and give it a few rough strokes under Effie’s hungry gaze, and I’m hard again in a matter of seconds.
I’m off the boulder a moment later. My feet are planted in the riverbed and my back is against the rock, and a wild, desperate need rides roughshod over me as I watch Effie finish cleaning me off her.
“Come here,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
“Always giving the orders,” she says, but that she follows them betrays the fact that she wants this as much as I do. “So what now, Wolfie?”
My hands are on her hips in an instant. I sink my fingers into her flesh and lift her up in the water and then pull her down on my dick in one swift motion. “Ride it.”
Thank the Fates, she does. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she undulates against me.
She lets her head fall back, her lips part in ecstasy as she fucks the ever-loving life out of me, her pussy gripping my dick hard as she grinds against me to give that swollen clit of hers some friction.
Well, I can help with that. I reach down between us and drag my thumb across the sensitive nub.
“Do it again,” she says, speeding up her movements.
I follow her orders, circling her clit over and over and over again as she uses my cock as if it were made specifically for her. As far as I’m concerned at this moment, it was.
The naiads swim closer, going for a front-row seat, and I let out a rough growl of a warning. Effie’s core squeezes me in reaction. So I do it again, letting the rumble vibrate through my body as I work her clit.
“Yes,” she grits out through her teeth. “That’s it. Yes.”
She repeats the phrase, tightening around me with every up and down stroke of her body, and I’m on the edge before I know it, fighting to hold off just a little bit longer.
It’s not a battle I can win, though, not with Effie taking control like this.
I come hard, burying myself to the hilt, pleasure rushing through me in waves as she keeps fucking me, taking all of me and demanding more.
Then her fingernails dig down into my skin, like ten little crescent-shaped teeth biting into my shoulder, and her orgasm hits, leaving her gasping for breath.
I hold her, cradling her against my chest as we both come down from the heights.
The world slowly comes back into focus. The smell of the pine trees.
The cool rush of the river. The chirp of the birds overhead.
And as much as my wolf and I would love to show her again just what I can do, we have to keep going.
I take her hand again as we start making our way to shore. “When this is over, and we’ve made it back to Arcadia, I’m going to break every clock in my cabin so time doesn’t exist anymore and I can fuck you until we’re both too worn out to move.”
“That’s not how the space-time continuum works,” she says with a laugh, “but I appreciate the sentiment. So what’s the next step to get us home?”
That stops me for a second. Effie probably doesn’t even realize she called Arcadia home, but it sounded good coming out of her mouth.
“More than good,” my wolf says in my head. “It’s where she belongs.”
Agreed, but now is not the time.
I look around, studying the woods and noting the way the breeze is making the tops of the trees bend toward the east. Tilting my head back, I take in a long inhale, getting the scent of the water, the soft mud on the riverbank, and the barest hint of cinnamon rolls coming off a tray pulled out of the oven and resting on a windowsill to cool.
“Arcadia is toward the west.”
“And you know that because?” she asks.
I know exactly where she’s going with that one, and yeah, she was right. “Instinct. My wolf. Call it what you want, I just know.”
She shoots me a considering look and one side of her mouth curls up in a hint of a smile as if she’s trying really hard not to say “I told you so.”
I’m not gonna lie. At this moment in time, I’m more than a little tempted to stuff my wolf back in a box so I can keep getting lost in the woods so I can spend more time with Effie.
And for the first time I understand a little just how seductive putting my own wants first could be, and why my dad and my grandmother gave in to theirs.
If life isn’t fair (and it’s not), why not say fuck everyone else and take what should be yours?
Effie says something in Latin, and the scent of honeysuckle wraps around both of us half a second before magic lifts us up out of the river and deposits us (as dry as we were before we jumped) on the riverbank. We grab our clothes from where she magicked them onto tree branches and get dressed.
“Well, then, wolf,” she says before lifting herself up onto her tiptoes and brushing a kiss across my cheek, “let’s see what kind of fun trouble we can get into between here and Arcadia.”
I don’t need my wolf to know that when it comes to being with Effie, the answer to that is a lot.