Chapter 6
six
MAYA
I kissed him.
My fingers slipped into his messy hair, pulling him closer to me as I parted his lips with my tongue. His hands found my hips and tugged me against him a little harder.
Our tongues met, the brush of them tentative at first, then fierce as they moved together.
Our mouths fought, my hands tugging and playing with his hair while his moved over my waist and back like he was trying to resist touching more of me.
I moved them down to my backside, and he groaned into my mouth as he grabbed it. The sides of our sunglasses bumped, but I barely noticed.
He kneaded my ass, squeezing and gripping while we made out. I ground my hips, moving against his cock in a way that drove us both crazy while he touched my back, my hair, and my butt, like he wanted to mark me with his hands.
I’d never felt connected to someone the way I did with him. Like I could talk, and he would listen without judging me. Like he cared about me, no matter what had happened.
It made me want to be closer with him in all the other ways too.
That seemed crazy, but it was true.
Ethan pulled away after a while, both of us panting. I was wetter than I’d ever been, on the verge of a climax but not quite reaching it.
“Should we—we should—yeah, we should stop. Right?” Ethan asked, his voice strained as he caught his breath with his lips brushing mine as he spoke.
“If you want to.”
“Do you want to?” One of his hands was buried in my hair. My buns had to be wrecked, but I only vaguely thought about that. Definitely didn’t care.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, Cupcake.”
“You mock me. I love it. Continue,” Ethan rumbled against my mouth.
“Continue kissing, or mocking?”
“Both.” His lips met mine again, and we resumed making out until he pulled away again a while later.
My lips were deliciously swollen, my heart beating wildly and my need growing hotter and heavier.
“Should we stop now?” he asked me, our chests heaving against each other.
“Only if you want to.”
“I don’t. Fuck. I want—” He let out a shaky breath and kissed me again, pulling away a few minutes later. “Can I take this off?” His hands were on the hem of my tank top.
I tugged it upward, and he helped it over my head. I couldn’t see his eyes behind those damn glasses, but I would’ve put money on them moving over the thin bra I had on, and the bare skin around it.
His hands skimmed my waist, and I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt. He tossed it aside, and I dragged my fingers slowly over the thick muscles on his abdomen.
“I’ll stop you if you make me uncomfortable, Ethan. Stop fighting yourself and just do whatever you want.”
The look in his eyes was scorching as he lifted his hands to my bra, feeling my breasts for a moment before he tugged the fabric beneath them. His lips were on my throat a heartbeat later, moving down my neck.
My hands buried in his hair again as his mouth found my nipple.
I ground against his erection harder while he licked, sucked, and nibbled on me slowly at first, then harder and more recklessly. The sounds that escaped me were needy and carnal as pleasure built in my abdomen until I came with a desperate cry.
Ethan swore against my tit, his hips jerking too as he thrust against me despite the fabric between us. The rough friction dragged my climax out longer, and the wild abandon he moved with told me he was losing control too.
He lowered my back to the couch while we panted together. One of his hands was on the back of my neck. The other was on my hip, his grip demanding but not painful.
“You want me to stop now?” he asked, looking up at me as we caught our breath.
I really wanted to see his eyes, but didn’t dare ask him to take his glasses off. I didn’t want a mate bond even more than I wanted him.
“Only if you want to stop,” I said.
“Muffin, I will never want to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
His chest rumbled fiercely.
“That looks painfully tight,” I remarked, reaching over to pop the button on his jeans. “You’ll feel better if you take these off.”
“You just want me naked.”
“I’d be crazy not to.”
Ethan rumbled fiercely, shoving the fabric down his thighs. His erection popped up, straining against his drenched navy boxer briefs. The wetness was a combination of both him and me.
He wasn’t ashamed of coming in his clothes along with me, and I fucking loved that.
His jeans were abandoned on the floor, and he dragged me a little higher up the couch until his face was directly over my center. Lowering his nose to my core, he inhaled deeply. His savage groan made me hotter.
“You smell like both of us,” he gritted out, dragging his nose over the front of me slowly. The light pressure felt amazing on my clit. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
“Seems unlikely,” I managed to say, as he slid my shorts down my thighs.
He went still when he saw the cheeky panties I had on beneath them, and let out a slow, steadying breath.
“What are you waiting for, Cupcake?” I asked.
“Trying to regain control of myself here.”
“Why do you need to be in control of yourself?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“With your mouth?” My voice was incredulous.
“I’ve never done this before,” He rumbled against me. “No mocking this time.”
“I’m not making fun of you. I just genuinely don’t know how you think it could hurt when you—ohh.” My groan was savage. The arch of my hips was desperate.
He’d licked me over my underwear, and it felt that good. How the hell was it going to feel when he actually put his mouth on my skin?
My panties went the way of my shorts. Ethan didn’t even bother taking them off all the way, leaving them just below my knees as he pushed my thighs open further.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Maya.” He lowered his nose back to my core and inhaled again. “You don’t smell enough like me. I’d better fix that.”
“You’d better,” I managed to agree.
The tip of his tongue met my clit, then traced around it slowly.
Mind-blowingly slowly.
I arched.
He did it again.
I dragged him closer to me, pulling him to my core harder as I gasped out a curse.
He licked me again.
And again.
And again.
Until I was swearing at him and ordering him to make me come.
Until he slid a finger inside me, and I climaxed on his hand and face so hard that he had to growl at me to breathe.
My hips were still rocking and my pleasure still dissipating when he started licking me again, letting his teeth in to play just a little as he took me back to the edge quickly. He added another finger, fucking me with both of them until I came again.
I had no idea I could feel that good.
He kept going until I came on three of his fingers. Then four.
It wasn’t enough for me.
I didn’t know what the hell he’d possessed me with—emotions, maybe—but I wanted him.
Sitting up, I pulled him with me.
His expression was so hot, I could’ve melted.
I pushed him to his back on the couch and climbed onto his lap, lining his erection up with my entrance.
“Maya,” he started, and licked his bottom lip.
The lower half of his face was slick with my pleasure, and the rumble of his chest as he tasted me on his skin made me needier.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No. Hell no. I just want to see your eyes.”
Oh.
Well, that wasn’t crazy.
It would take some trust, though. A lot of trust, because I still wasn’t interested in a mate bond. Just sex. With emotions, apparently, because I was definitely having feelings.
“You’ll leave your glasses on?” I asked.
“I will.”
“Okay.” I let out a soft breath and pulled my sunglasses off, tossing them behind me and looking at Ethan. Or at myself, in the reflection on his glasses.
I wanted to see his eyes, too. But I wanted security and freedom more.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hand cupped my face, his thumb dragging over my cheekbone.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Been ready for years, Muffin.”
“You really need to stop with that nickname,” I said, lowering myself over the tip of him.
The growl that escaped him was savage. He held himself completely and entirely still as I sank down on his length.
I’d used my vibrator often enough, but it had been so long since I was with a werewolf that it may as well have been my first time. The stretch of his thickness inside me was unreal.
I was panting again when the head of his cock finally met the back of my channel, bottoming out inside me.
The feeling was overwhelming.
Surreal, too.
I gripped Ethan’s shoulder with one hand and bicep with the other, breathing through the adjustment.
“Give me a minute,” I mumbled.
One of his thumbs stroked my cheekbone. The other gripped my hip tightly. The slight clench on his jaw was the only sign that he was struggling to keep his cool.
Slowly, my body relaxed around him.
I let a slow breath through my swollen, rounded lips. “Wow. Alright. That feel okay for you?”
“Okay?” Ethan’s voice was so rough, my hips arched the tiniest bit in response. “Maya, you’re otherworldly.”
“Careful. That almost sounds like romance.”
“I would never,” he gritted out.
“Smart man.”
“You compliment me while I’m inside you and expect me to be able to control myself, woman?”
“I’m pretty sure I already told you not to control yourself.”
He barked out a laugh. “You’re fucking unreal.”
I moved my hips a little, and his hips arched in response, driving him deeper.
I moaned.
He growled and moved again, with more intention, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in.
I gasped.
He thrusted again.
I cried out in pleasure.
We moved together again, and again, until I shattered so violently I screamed through the intense bliss of my climax. He snarled, coming with me over the edge until his release was dripping down the insides of my thighs.
“Holy hell,” I groaned, resting my face on his shoulder while our chests heaved together.
“I think you need to add a few more curses, Muffin.” His voice was muffled by my hair, his face pressed against it. “That was incredible.”
“I’d say we should do it again, but I think I might pass out if we keep going.”
“Guess I’ll be making you dinner after all,” he said with a chuckle.”
“How about we shower, and I make dinner afterward. Your boxes of pasta and bags of rice don’t inspire confidence in your abilities.”
“I’d turn you down, but that’s probably for the best.” He stood up, and a noise of surprise escaped me as he lifted me with him and carried me to the shower, grabbing my sunglasses and sliding them onto my face while he walked.
My chest warmed.
He was still okay with not having a mate bond.
Thank fuck.
We showered, then ate an extremely-fancy dinner of butter pasta and frozen vegetables that were past their prime. I sat on the countertop in one of Ethan’s button-up shirts while we finished eating.
When we were done, I kissed him again before grabbing my things and heading out to my car with one last longing look at his kitchen.
He followed me to the porch, and stood leaned up against the doorway while I got in.
“Text me when you’re home,” he called out. “So I know you’re safe.”
“That doesn’t sound friendly.”
“Like hell it isn’t. Friends want friends to stay safe.”
I waved out the mirror. “Fine, I’ll text you. Let me know when you need to meet up again.”
“Alright. Sleep well.”
I pulled away from his house, biting my lip as I headed down the dirt road that would take me back to my apartment.
Driving away from him felt like leaving a part of me behind, but what else was I supposed to do? I couldn’t—wouldn’t—accept the mate bond.
I was just going to have to deal with the discomfort.