Chapter 29 #2
The warm shade of her lip gloss smears down my shaft as she takes me in, and I fist her hair to the side so I can watch my dick disappear down her throat.
Fuck, she’s too good to me.
Sparks pulse through my shaft as she starts to suck, and my hips buck, forcing her to take me deeper. But my baby was built for me, and she doesn’t so much as flinch as she chokes me down.
“Gods, princess…”
If I thought feeding her was hot before, this is fucking filthy. My head lolls back, eyes seeing spots as she draws from me. I can feel my power slipping out of me, congregating in my stomach before sliding down her throat, and it doesn’t take long before I feel a familiar tightening in my balls.
“Iris.”
I call her name in warning, but she doesn’t slow.
“Iris…baby, slow down.”
She ignores me, taking me deeper.
“Fuck.” I curse through my teeth. “Princess. Please!”
I wrench her head back, fisting a handful of her hair to prevent myself from emptying my load into her mouth, and she releases me, holding my dick poised between her teeth, grinning like a manic.
“Did I do it right?” she mutters, still tonguing me.
“Yeah, you little brat. You did it right.”
She smiles wide, releasing me, and I haul her up onto the bench, planting her pussy over my aching erection as I resist the temptation to slide into her where she sits.
Iris is the kind of pretty you want to fuck missionary for the rest of your life, just so you can look at her. But I’m not that selfish. Nor am I that stupid.
I’m going to fuck her every way I know how. While I still can. Before she wakes up and realizes that this will never be enough.
“Take this off,” I demand. “And the skirt.”
She strips down to her underwear, and I take care of the rest, helping her out of her panties and bra. When I’m finished, she turns, proud and bare, and I gesture toward the bed.
“On your knees,” I direct.
She obeys, kneeling on the end of the bed, feet hanging just over the edge so I can stand behind her, palming the heat between her legs and trailing my mouth along her neck and shoulder. Her heart races as I slip a finger inside, stroking her slowly.
“Do you remember your signals?” I ask.
She nods.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to use them?”
She shakes her head, laughing quietly, but the sound stops as I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
“Iris.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “I will use them.”
There’s a long pause before she adds, “If I need to.”
That’s not the answer I was looking for. But it’s the best I’m going to get, so I don’t argue with her as I bury my nose in her hair.
She smells different now that I’m drowning in the haze of love. Spicier, less sweet, and more minty than before. I realize as I grow stiffer in my pants that the scent now clinging to her is me.
“By the headboard. Go.”
I seal my command with a kiss on her shoulder and watch as she crawls forward, positioning herself on all fours. She spreads her legs, flashing her pretty brown pussy, and lowers to her elbows while she waits for me.
I don’t go slow this time. Between the sweet sounds she’s making and the smothering feeling clawing at my heart, I don’t have it in me.
I want to consume her as she does me. Mark her body from the inside out. Carve my name into her walls.
I want to bury myself so deep the next man will find etchings of this night on her soul.
I want her to be mine. Truly mine. Fated.
But that’s not possible. So instead, I lick her.
From her breasts to her throat. From her shoulder to her wrist. Across her chest and between her thighs, marking her.
I make certain there isn’t an inch of her left untouched, because, short of digging my claws into her, I’m not sure how else to stake my claim.
“Elliot…” She moans as my teeth scrape across her stiff nipple.“Please. I need to…I need to come.”
She drives her hips back, whimpering as I continue to piston into her.
I’m going to let her come. I would never leave her wanting, but she’s not ready yet.
I pull out, bringing her up to her knees and pinning her back to my chest as I palm her breasts.
“Why are you holding back from me?” I whisper.
“I’m not,” she says, rocking back into my dick.
She reaches for it, hungry, and I fist the back of her neck, forcing her face down into the pillows as I reclaim her.
“You’re lying to me, Iris. You know I don’t like that.”
My pace grows brutal, and she moans incoherently while I wait for the safe word that will never come.
Whether she wants to admit it or not, she likes it like this. Hard and unforgiving. A little monstrous. It’s why I’m the one she always calls. Why I’m the only one who can satisfy her.
“Stop hiding from me,” I demand. “Let her out.”
Iris mews, shaking her head. But no matter how she denies it, her body never lies, not to me.
I take her harder, coaxing the monster out of hiding and forcing her shift to the front. I don’t slow as her claws scrape over my arms, and she shreds the sheets beneath us. Instead, I wrap my arm around her head, and I offer my flesh.
“Do it,” I say. “Bite me.”
A low growl churns in her throat, but she doesn’t hesitate.
Her teeth sink in, drawing blood to the surface, and she comes again. This time, with her face buried in the pillows and my name muffled by her bite.
I’m never going to get tired of that sound. The same way I’m never going to get tired of feeling her pussy clenched tight around me. Or the steady burn as she feeds from my pleasure.
I wait until the waves stop and her ass is no longer shaking before sliding out. She whimpers at the sudden movement, practically boneless as I flip her over and slip back inside.
“You good, baby?”
Her midnight eyes look dazed, but she manages to utter a garbled, “Mmhmm.”
“Is that a yes, princess?”
Her fingers spread across my chest, claws dragging over my skin, and leaving shallow cuts in her wake.
“Yes, baby, I’m good.”
Fuuuck me. Did she just—
My dampener constricts, cutting off my air supply, and I’m forced to avert my gaze as I gasp for breath.
“Oh, gods! I’m sorry,” she whispers, sitting up in a rush. “I didn’t think that would—”
Her eyes are wide and misty when I find the strength to look at her again.
“It’s okay,” I say. “Maybe let’s just skip that word tonight.”
Or forever, just to be safe.
“Or.” Her face hardens. “You could just take it off.”
“Iris, you know I can’t.”
“No,” she hisses. “I don’t know that. I don’t even know why you wear it.”
Her words cut through the fog of our crazed lovemaking, calling up images of Serena’s face, and I have to close my eyes to shake it.
I will tell her that story one day. But not now.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say simply, hoping it will be enough of an explanation for her.
The mere thought makes my stomach churn, and she wheezes as I squeeze her.
I realize I am close to crushing her, but somewhere beneath the quiet current of love, there is a fear that I may blink, and she’ll be gone.
I wonder if that’s normal.
“I can take it,” she says, pushing me back a few inches.
“I know you can. That doesn’t mean you should.”
Guilt flashes on her face.
“I hurt you,” she says, as if that should be reason enough to let me do the same.
But it never will be.
I can take the pain because it is all I know. But she doesn’t deserve such a thing, certainly not from me.
“Yes, you do,” I confess. “But I like it.”
She shrugs.
“How do you know I won’t like it?”
Hells, this woman.
Only she would argue with a man while he’s still inside of her.
I want to believe she’s right. If I were an ordinary wolf, I wouldn’t have to wonder. The mate bond would seal us, and there’d be no doubt in my mind that I am not a threat to her. But, given my clan, we’ll never know. And if she’s wrong, I’ll never forgive myself.
She holds my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. And the confidence I find looking back at me is comforting. Even if it is misguided.
“Just this once…” she requests, bringing my mouth down to hers.
She keeps saying that…I’m beginning not to believe her.
But there is no hope of denying her. I’ve never been able to before. Why would it be any different now?
I am putty in her hands. Only her hands.
I nod.
“Okay,” and her hands slide up to my throat.
The dampener tightens, as if it knows her intention, but I do not stop her.
She reaches around the back, unclamping the heavy metal buckle, and I watch like an idiot as it falls between us.
What follows is a wild blur of teeth and fur, as I shift uncontrollably.