Chapter 21 #2
He pulled me towards him with my nipple, the sensation burning and sharp, and stole a filthy kiss, licking deep into my mouth.
His groans muddied my mind until all I could think about was getting him inside me.
When he kissed me, I didn’t care about his size or shape or that knot. I just wanted him.
“I can take it,” I murmured against his plush mouth, taking a taste of smoke and syrup for myself and delighted when he allowed it, when he let me take control of the kiss.
Knowing he was an alpha, the strongest of all three wolves, utterly in command…
and yet secure enough to loosen the reins on that command, to sit back and let me kiss him like the feral beast I’d become… it was catnip.5
“Leander first,” Verne said, trapping my already swollen bottom lip in his teeth. “I want your mouth on me the whole time.”
A whine slipped free, melting into a moan when he rolled my sore nipple, soothing the discomfort before moving onto the other, until my breasts were swollen, aching.
“I’m honoured to be the first inside this beautiful pussy,” Leander said, almost reverent.
I snorted. I couldn’t help it. “Leander, I’ve had sex before.”
He made a noise in his throat, his cheeks stained pink. “I know that.” How? “I meant the first of the pack. The first of your mates.”
The more they said that word, the stranger it sounded. The more significant.
“I want a taste,” Verne said against my mouth, nipping my bottom lip. “Before Leander fills this sweet, aching pussy to the brim.”
“How do you know I’m aching?” I mumbled.
My eyes fluttered when sensation shot through my clit, his fingers exploratory, his touches long and slow, working me back up to that feral headspace where I’d do anything to have them closer.
I didn’t recognise this part of me. I was sure I’d never felt this desperate to be fucked in my life.
“I can feel it, alianazara,” Verne answered in a voice of shadows and velvet, a voice that caressed all the best places in my body. No, wait, that was his fingers slowly stroking closer to where I throbbed, and Leander’s hands squeezing my ass, his hips jolting when his cock brushed my hip.
As if he was as ready to crawl out of his skin with need as I felt.
“I can feel you ache,” Verne went on. “I can feel your need dripping out of you. I can feel your heart racing and your pulse pounding in your throat, and I don’t need to touch you to confirm those feelings. I know them as I know my own needs.”
I stared, caught on his words like a fish on a hook, utterly speechless.
Until common sense prevailed. He couldn’t feel my need in a magical sense; he could feel my heart pound when he touched my chest, could watch my pulse thrum with his sharp eyes, and as for the arousal dripping from me…
well, I was dripping all over his fingers as he guided two inside me and withdrew, bringing them to his lips.
My gut cramped, the need so intense it robbed what remained of my breath. There was something holy about watching Verne suck the taste of me from his fingers. Something hallowed in the way his eyes slipped shut, his chest expanding, and a soft moan escaped him.
I wanted to keep him. The voice I was ignoring, shoving down, coaxing to sleep, wanted to keep him. Mine, it insisted.
Mine for tonight, I agreed, and surged forward to kiss him, a louder groan leaving the alpha when I kissed the taste of me from his tongue. He was trembling when I rested my hand on his chest, my other braced on Leander’s shoulder as he lifted me, settling his cock against my entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, sweeping hair over my shoulder, pressing a kiss on bared skin. “Tell me if you need to stop, my star.”
They were generous with these terms of endearment.
Starlight. My star. And whatever alianazara meant.
Verne hadn’t volunteered the definition, I noticed.
Probably meant wife bound into my service for sex and babies for all eternity.
Hence, I would leave this cottage behind, find a way out of this world, and—go home?
What home? With what money? I might not even have a job after being absent for days, unless I could convince my boss I’d been in a horrific accident and thus blameless. Hell, even that might not work.
But I couldn’t stay here to be a wolf baby machine or a wolf killer. Even if the latter would get me ninety thousand pounds…
“Sadie,” Leander murmured. “You’re thinking too hard, Starlight. This only has to be complicated if you make it.”
He was right. I blinked, shoving off all the doubts, the worries, into a mental box and slamming it shut. At least for an hour or two. Was that an optimistic timeline? After all this build up, would I be treated to a whole minute per man?6
“Deep breath, alianazara,” Verne said with that soft steel of a command, and I obeyed before I could stop myself, filling my lungs with air—and with the scents of a wood fire, fresh coffee, and marshmallow.
The combination of those three scents was deadly, and I was so slick that the fat head of Leander’s cock was sucked inside me on a throb, the convulsions in my pussy hungry for more, deeper.
“Fuck,” Leander exhaled roughly. “Fuck, fuck. Sadie, I—I need a moment.”
His nostrils flared, eyelids locked tight, and it was a power trip to watch him fight to control himself, a muscle feathering in his cheek.
I ran a finger over that muscle, the feel of his stubble sending a shivery sensation through my fingers.
I’d never felt this drawn to someone before.
This… enamoured. Usually, I was wary for the first couple months, waiting for prince charming to reveal his true form of bridge troll.
Somehow, I knew this was Leander’s true form, inappropriate jokes, quick smiles, greedy touches, and all.
“Ruthless moon,” he hissed through gritted teeth, the words clearly a curse. “Fuck, please don’t move like that. I’m going to make such a fool of myself.”
A pleased laugh vibrated my chest, and I followed Verne’s order to keep my mouth on him at all times, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, as I rolled my hips on Leander’s cock. He was nowhere near balls deep, but that tip felt so good that my eyelids drooped, my mouth parted. I could stay here forever.
“Sadie,” Leander choked, his hands flying to my hips, gripping tight. “Fuck. Mate, my mate, you’re going to make a mess of me.”