Chapter 29
WOLF
I’m jolted awake by the combined cacophony of a loud thunder crack and a distraught scream. I don’t even need to blink to put two and two together: Molly’s in distress. The intensity of that bang means this is a far worse storm than the other one, and I jump into action.
I roll over in bed, my arm reaching around in the dark until I find her body.
She startles.
“Shhh!” I hush. “It’s okay, baby. It’s just me. “You’re safe with me.” I gently guide her closer as I lay us back down.
“I know.” The two words come out on a serrated breath, but her body relaxes, and her eyelids close.
With an arm over her stomach, I snuggle in closer, kissing her cheek, and she leans into me, turning her face until my lips meet hers. Seeing my efforts having a comforting effect on her makes a fulfilling satisfaction settle over me, making me want to give even more affection to her.
“Come here,” I rasp, pulling her even closer, and when it’s not enough, I roll to my back, pulling her on top of me. “Protect me from the storm.”
She smiles in response to the lighthearted request, which is more than I could ever hope for from her during a thunderstorm.
I wrap my arms protectively around her, and when she shifts on top of me and brushes against my dick, I can’t help the moan that rumbles out.
I try to dismiss the sensation and focus on Molly.
I alternate rubbing my hands up and down her back and squeezing her tight against me, enjoying her sighs of contentment until she shifts again, making me suck in a breath.
A small, approving hum sounds from her lips, vibrating at the base of my throat, and it’s not helping my case in the least.
Without preamble, another crack of thunder resounds just outside, shaking the windows.
Despite years of enjoying these storms myself, my newfound instinct is to protect Molly from them, and my arms tighten around her.
She stiffens and cries out slightly, burrowing her face into my neck and gripping my shoulders.
And while I know she doesn’t mean to, her nails bite into my skin, making me let out a sharp hiss that draws into a low growl of pleasure.
Fuck, I never knew a small hit of pain from her could feel so good.
My already hard dick starts throbbing between us.
Molly lets out a sigh, a warm breeze against my neck carrying notes of relief and a hint of satisfaction.
“That’s it baby,” I whisper. “Fight it… Whatever is happening to you, fight it. You’re bigger than this storm.”
When the rumble fades out and the accompanying lightning flash makes its appearance, her body relaxes.
She stretches out on top of me again and shifts upward, bringing her lips to my jaw.
This time, I can’t help it. I hold her close as I arch up into her, rubbing my dick against her body.
I didn’t mean to get so painfully hard, but I’m aching so badly to get inside her and practicing the utmost restraint to not act on it.
There’s no way I’ll take advantage of her in one of her weaker moments...
But she’s not making it easy as she continues to kiss and nibble at my neck.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out in a rasp so light it would be embarrassing if it weren’t only Molly hearing it.
“Trying to fight it.” Her voice trembles, like she herself is unsure of what she’s doing. Those four words hold years of disgruntled defeat from fear and terror.
“I’ll help you fight it,” I promise her, tightening my arms around her again, holding her flush against me as her lips sensually nip at my neck. Fuck it feels so good, and another deep groan rushes out with the next boom of thunder in the distance.
Molly tenses again, making her body press against my dick, and though her eyes are squeezed tightly shut against the flashes of lightning, her grip on my shoulders relaxes.
And she kisses her way back up to my jaw before she lifts herself and pulls the front of her T-shirt up.
Then she’s back on top of me, and her bare breasts are against the skin of my chest, and at this point, I’m ready to make love if she is.
Molly’s head lifts as her body shifts a bit, low enough for her to place her lips to my bare chest. The gesture is small and sweet and so fucking seductive.
“Moll…” I know she’s fighting her fear and I’m hesitant to take any kind of control…
So I focus on what she’s doing and why. By doing what she wants, she gains a sense of control in a situation where she normally feels like she has none. And though I think this is a new method she’s only just discovering, she can have it. I’ll give her all the control she wants.
Shifting her body down further, she wets her lips before pressing them against my skin, and I let out a ragged breath.
Reaching down, I sweep a curtain of hair out of her face and watch as her lips work against my stomach.
It’s torture, beautiful, raw torture. I’m breathing harder as she ventures lower.
Her soft tits are pressed against my dick now, and I shift beneath her, seeking out friction because I’m painfully hard.
A long breath blows out of her, breezing across my stomach, before she warms it again with her lips, and I let out a full curse.
Her T-shirt is bunched up at the top of her chest and crinkling around her shoulders, and I reach down to grab the cottony material, hoping she won’t mind me taking just a little initiative.
Seeing her naked is going to anguish me further, but I seem to be a total martyr.
She lets me slip the shirt off, and I take in the sight of her beautifully naked body bowed over me.
Molly keeps kissing lower, using every bit of her lips and driving me wild. I breathe in hard pants as I watch, reconciling both the sight and the touch. I start to get lightheaded when her delicate fingers curl over the band of my boxer briefs.
“Oh yeah,” I breathe out, my voice full of need just before a crack of thunder reverberates above us, much louder than expected.
In a flash, Molly is back up and draped over my chest again, her arms fighting with the mattress to wrap around me.
I don’t hesitate to embrace her tightly, trying to dampen her body’s shuddering.
I’ve switched brains back into protective mode, having never completely left it.
But my stomach heaves rapidly beneath her as I’m still breathing hard from the residual rush of what she was doing to me seconds ago. “You okay?” I whisper into her hair.
She gives a nod followed by a grunt that sounds heavily laced with frustration.
The rumble fades out once again, like a giant stone boulder rolling farther away. Threading my hands in her hair, I bring her face to hover over mine. “It’s okay… We can stop.” I plant a kiss on her lips between words. “You can just let me hold you?—”
She cuts me off with a vigorous shake of her head and hums her disapproval before pressing her lips to mine.
She kisses me hard, and I meet her with my own force.
Our mouths open and our tongues massage deftly against one another.
The kiss is deep and voracious, consuming us in a moment of rapture, and she draws in a breath when she breaks away, as if coming up from under water.
She finds the trail she recently left down my body, kissing her way back down it again.
I’m pulled back into the amorous fog with her, my hand lacing into her hair as she spends a few heated kisses on my stomach.
My jaw clenches against the jolt of arousal that rushes up my spine when she grips the base of my shaft through my briefs, her mouth still leaving a trail of fire across my skin.
“Baby,” I husk out as she kisses lower, just above my waistband. I don’t even know what I’m trying to convey, just releasing some pressure at this point as she sits back on her knees to pull the material down my thighs, careful not to catch my erection in the waistband as she goes.
I release a heavy breath as I close my eyes; my imagination running rampant with wonders of what she’s about to do to me. The unknown in itself has me so hard it’s more painful than I could imagine.
“Wolf?” Her voice is barely audible as she strokes her velvet hand up and down my length, splaying her palm over it.
“Please…” I whisper my consent. “Molly…” I have no voice; my shuddering breath has taken it, reducing it to airy whispers as I try to keep some semblance of control over my body.
Her soft and warm hand glides down to cup my already swollen balls, and she bends her head, her hair falling and blocking my view.
So I don’t know the first touch of her mouth until I feel it.
She starts at about mid-shaft, dragging her lower lip upward until she gets to the tip and comes down over it, taking me in her warm, wet mouth.
“Oh god, Molly,” I groan helplessly, my voice broken over the words like jagged stones.
My breathing picks up as her head moves up and down, plunging her mouth over my cock over and over.
I set my jaw, my neck straining as I press the back of my head into the pillow with all I’ve got.
I’m trying like fuck to concentrate on not coming, to not go off and leave her wanting.
Harder than steel, my cock actually jerks in her mouth, but she keeps it corralled, her lips still locked around it.
Fuck, this is ecstasy and torture at their best and worst.
I’m just feeling the warning tingle at the base of my spine, and it gets stronger with each pass of her mouth. “Molly, baby….” I grunt, my hand gripping the sheets as the tingle mounts.
She only hums in response, giving me a boost to about halfway up the hill when another bout of thunder crashes.
Abruptly, she pulls away, letting my cock fall against my stomach, throbbing uncomfortably as she sits back, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to comfort the frightened child inside her.
I immediately jolt upright, gathering her in my arms. Cradling her head, I hold her tight against me.