Chapter 18 Aurora #2
My orgasm builds like an inferno, heat licking through my veins, burning away the bugs under my skin.
“As you wish, Aurora.” Ezra carefully eases three fingers inside of me with a rumbling growl. And despite the monstrous sounds he makes, his concerned eyes never leave mine.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. When he’s satisfied I’m enjoying myself, his gaze slips down to watch his fingers work their magic.
“You’re so wet for me, little lupine. I want to drown in you, ruin you for anyone else. I want to bury myself so deep that the memory of another touch ceases to exist.”
He sounds stripped bare. All heat, no armor.
“I want to give you every last dark and broken piece of me.”
He takes a breath, and when he speaks again, his voice is darker, more desperate.
“I’m going to make you see the entire cosmos with my fingers, then I’ll lick your clit until you forget time exists. I was made for this. For you. Let me give you what no one else ever could, little lupine.”
“Yes, Ezra,” I whisper, while he gently pumps into me. “A little harder and faster, please.”
“Such a good girl. Telling me what you need,” Ezra says breathlessly.
Time to add “praise kink” to my list of sexual preferences—the one that started the moment I met Ezra. His adjustments are slight, but he grazes that spot with more force than before, and my thighs shake with the sheer ecstasy of this moment.
“That’s it, darling. Let go for me.”
His voice is night and nerve, curling around my ribs, anchoring itself in the hollow parts of me.
“Waad ila nabad qabtaa, Aurora.”
Shadows move behind him, pulsing and tightening, mirroring his grip, restless with the same violent need.
“No one will ever hurt you again.”
He touches me like the stars answer to him—and for a second, I feel them pulsing under my skin.
“Please, come for me, little vixen.”
He says the words, and I break, my orgasm ripping through me before I can breathe.
His fingers keep moving, coaxing wave after wave from my trembling body while I cling to him, gasping against his throat.
“Achchhi ladki.” Ezra smooths my hair, then lays me down on the bed.
He sucks each finger into his mouth, groaning deep in his throat, his eyes never leaving mine. Shadows wind around my legs, up my ribs, caressing me like they don’t know where he ends and I begin.
“Fuck, Aurora. You taste like honeysuckle. So fucking sweet. So wild. You were made to be devoured.”
He spreads my knees, then lays his body over mine, hungrily capturing my lips with his. Ezra’s tongue roughly invades my mouth while I run my hands through his soft, dark hair.
“I’m going to take your underwear off now. Unless you tell me no. Otherwise, I’m going to get on my knees and show you how monsters beg.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “But … I’m a little nervous.”
Ezra’s hands pause at my hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties.
“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “You’re allowed to be nervous. You can stop me anytime. I’ll only go as far as you want.”
He leans in, then kisses my thigh as if he’s thanking it for existing.
“Do you still want this, Aurora?”
My breath stutters. “Yes. Hell yes, I still want this.”
His fingers ease the fabric down, knuckles whispering over my burning skin.
My legs tense before I can stop them, and Ezra immediately notices.
“Hm. Let’s try this a different way, shall we? One where I’m not looming over you. Move to the edge of the bed and pull your feet up. When you’re ready, spread your knees for me, little lupine, and show me the cradle of stars between your thighs.”
“O-okay.”
When my ass sits on the edge of the bed, I pull my feet up and bend my knees.
Being on display like this makes me feel self-conscious.
I’ve never been the skinny girl. My breasts are on the large side and not exactly perky.
My hips are round, my belly has a roll or two, and my thighs have stripes of cellulite.
But all that self-doubt disappears when I finally spread my knees and Ezra groans loudly. He leans between my legs, then claims my mouth again in a heated kiss that steals my breath while he gently caresses my bruised neck. It’s almost as if he’s reminding himself to be gentle.
“Mon rêve vivant,” Ezra whispers against my lips. He returns to his knees, hands gliding over my hips as he kisses a slow, sacred path down my stomach. “Look at you, darling. Absolutely stunning.”
When my legs begin to shake, Ezra’s hands run gently down the inside of my thighs, instantly calming me.
From the floor, Ezra licks his lips like I’m a Michelin-star meal—which, given his usual diet, should probably terrify me. Instead, my body hums in anticipation as his thumbs make slow circles at the apex of my thighs.
“May I?” he asks, a threadbare whisper of want, frayed at the edges. He’s holding himself back, but just barely.
All I can do is nod, silenced by the intensity of the ancient creature watching me.
Ezra hums as he parts my lips, then bows his head like he’s sending a silent prayer to a higher power.
He blows lightly over my soaked flesh, and I shudder so hard it borders on pain.
“You’re trembling, little lupine. So sensitive … so perfect for me.”
The second his tongue brushes over my clit, I cry out, my body arching into him as liquid heat surges through every synapse.
“Fuck, yes.” My voice is barely a whisper until Ezra’s tongue moves faster.
The sounds coming out of me? They’re unholy, uncontrolled, completely fucking obscene. I sound like I’m starring in a goddamn porno.
He’s not just licking me—he’s consuming me, like he wants to tongue-fuck the scream right out of my throat.
The sight of his bowed head between my legs makes my hips involuntarily roll against his mouth.
“That’s it, Aurora. Take what you need from me. Does this feel good?”
“Yes, Ezra. It feels so fucking good. I want to run my fingers through your hair.”
“You may do with me as you please, little queen.” His tongue circles my clit, each pass rougher than the last, driving me out of my fucking mind.
“If you want to grab my hair and fuck my mouth, I’ll let you.
If you want to suffocate me with your thighs, I’ll thank you for such a beautiful, transcendent death. ”
His voice drops lower, wicked now. Hunger and worship, all in one.
“You don’t know how powerful you are, Aurora.”
Lying back, I tangle my fingers in Ezra’s hair and roll my hips against his mouth.
“Good girl. Fucking use me. Can I finger you while I lick you, Aurora?”
He lifts his head, that stormy gaze holding my own captive, while he slowly pushes two fingers into me with a deep, wild moan.
“Yes! Fuck, yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
“I told you when we started, I would never let you go. You’re mine now. I will worship you for eternity. Christ, you taste so sweet …”
Ezra’s voice trails off as his head dips between my thighs again. His tongue swirls over my clit while his fingers move with divine precision inside me.
Fuck. Yes.
This is how I kill the monster in my head.
Ezra builds me up slowly, until my whole body vibrates with desperate need. He grunts and growls while he licks and sucks me into oblivion. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Shit, Ezra. I-I’m going to come.”
“Yes, Aurora. Give me everything. Come for me, little lupine.”
When Ezra lowers his head again, he sucks my clit into his mouth then rolls it between his teeth, sending me so far over the edge I see the goddamn universe and briefly forget how to breathe.
Christ. I’ve never come this hard in my life. It’s like lightning hit me and didn’t let go.
I barely register the world tilting back into place before I feel him again.
Ezra slides in behind me, pulls me close, and settles into his favorite position, wrapped around me as if eclipsing my body like this will somehow keep me safe.
“Are you well, Aurora?” Ezra rumbles in my ear.
“All is well, Ezra. At least for now.”
When I snuggle closer, my ass drags against his cock, drawing a desperate sound from both of us.
I try to turn and reach for him, but his hand closes around mine, stopping me.
“This is about you, Aurora. About your pleasure. Not mine. Not right now, anyway.”
My lower lip pushes forward in an involuntary pout.
Well, that’s not fucking fair. What if getting him off would bring me pleasure?
“Aurora. Don’t pout like that. It conjures filthy images in my mind.”
“Yeah? Will you tell me?” One more little pout can’t hurt.
With a desperate growl, Ezra sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, then nibbles and nips until I’m breathless.
“I want to defile that innocent little pout of yours, Aurora. As gentle as I am with you now, there is a darker side to my desires. That pout makes me want to fuck your mouth, pushing so deep my cock slips down your throat. It makes me want to sink into that perfect cunt, then tease you until you beg me to fuck you hard and fast. It makes me want to fuck you from behind while I paint your gorgeous ass red with my hand. Ríea. Please turn around, Aurora. I’m afraid my control is slipping a bit. ”
All that from one little pout? Yeah … I want it all. But as much as I want to see how far I can push him, I’m not ready for the full Ezra experience yet.
“Only because you asked so nice.”
Before I turn around, I kiss the tip of his nose, then make it a point to snuggle my ass right up against him. Something in my chest tightens in an unfamiliar but comforting way when Ezra’s rumbling growl vibrates through my body.
“Hey, I was wondering. Why do you call me ‘little lupine’? I looked it up when you whispered that in my ear at The Cardinal. It’s a very confusing nickname to give someone.”
Ezra chuckles softly, trailing his fingers along my hip.
“There’s an untouched stretch of land just outside Lorewood. In spring, the lupines bloom first. Rows of blue and violet swaying in the wind to a rhythm most of us have forgotten.”
He pauses, his voice dropping to something quiet.