His chair screeched back, and he surged forward so quickly that all I had time to do was take a breath as he boxed me in against the horrible hospital bed, his lips a single breath away from mine. “You are not an acceptable sacrifice. You mean so much more to us than that. So much more tome.” Then he gave me the gentlest, sensual kiss of my lifetime.
It was soft and sweet. His lips lightly pressed against mine, his hand sinking into my hair as he caressed my head. When I took a breath, he was there, his tongue tenderly entering my mouth, pulling my lip softly as he controlled the strokes, telling me with his mouth just how much he had wanted to do this with me.
I was stunned. I mean, sure, I have definitely felt some tingles for him down in my lady parts. I admit I’d envisioned a time or two what it would be like to be with this serious wolf. Would his lovemaking be just like his attitude, or would it be the opposite of his personality? By the end of this job, I had figured that I wasn't going to find out, that he didn't see me that way. Even though I felt this desperate desire for him, I didn't want to push the issue since he seemed indifferent, but this kiss was proof that I was dead wrong.
By the time he pulled away, resting his forehead on mine, I was a puddle of goo in this bed. All my muscles were relaxed as my body was alert, craving more of those sensuous touches to take this up another heat level.
“Little Siren, I can feel your desire from here, and it smells divine.” He placed his nose at the top of my head and inhaled my scent. Seconds later, a rumble came from his throat, and his hands on the side of my head clenched. “Fuck, you smell even better up close. This is the sweetest torture I’m willing to endure.”
I couldn't help myself as I rubbed my thighs together and ran my hands up his chest. “You don’t have to endure torture when I am more than willing to give you what you want.” My body seemed like it was always ready around these men, always wanting their bodies on mine, touching me, loving on me. I liked all of their styles of affection and fucking, so much more than anyone else I have been with in the past. They erased all others from my memory, having me lust after these five men like I couldn't get enough.
He groaned against my lips. “God, you're killing me. I know I shouldn't, that you need to heal, but this pull I’ve been feeling towards you, this invincible thread that connects us, is growing harder and harder to resist. The temptation to give in is great.”
His breathing labored as I pulled his shirt up, carving my way up his chest with my fingers, feeling every inch of his body I could get my hands on. “You are playing a dangerous game, Little Siren.”
His warning made me laugh as I turned my head and laid my lips on his taught forearm, creating a small trail before I gave him a little bite. I looked at him from my peripherals, giving him a foxy smirk as I said against his burning skin, “Or the right game. I don't have a hole in my chest anymore, it's just sore.” He cursed and tried to back away, but I caught his shoulders, holding them still. “I'm being honest with you so that you know that if I feel anything wrong, I will let you know… but I don't want to stop.” I grabbed the hair on the back of his head and yanked his ear towards my lips. “I want you inside me, and I won't take no for an answer, got it,Alpha.” I felt him tremble all over, his resolve cracking above me, and all I needed to do was wait for it to erupt. I couldn't wait.
He pushed himself up and walked away. My mouth opened in protest, but he closed the door, locking it and pulling down the shade before returning to me. His eyes shined golden yellow for a second, narrowing on my laying form. I knew his wolf was saying hi. I almost wanted to wave at him, but with the severe look on Rabid’s face, I decided not to.
“I am going to be gentle with you. I… I can’t go full out with you on the mend and in the hospital. I would feel like a terrible ma… man.” I got ready to protest when he yanked the thin sheet off me, his hands traveling up my bare legs. “Though that doesn't mean that you won't cum. That I won’t stick my hard cock in that sweet cunt of yours.”
It was my turn to gulp as my panting quickened from his words. I licked my lips, watching his face as it turned salacious. He swiftly reached over, laying the bed back using the controls. His hands continued to travel up my thighs, pushing the hospital gown up, and my thighs apart. He gasped, his eyes widening as his nostrils flared at my already-soaked pussy. What can I say, that kiss really worked a number on me.
I watched his fingers crawl up, peeling me apart slowly before he ran his nose against me. “Fuck. I want those wet juices all over my face. I want to drown in you. It would be the sweetest way to go out.”
I couldn't help myself as I said in breathless anticipation. “I wouldn't let that happen. We’re in a hospital. I’ll have them revive you just to do it again.”
He placed his lips around my clit, his nose glossy with my wetness, and he let out a close-mouthed growl, his lips vibrating around my clit as his shiny golden eyes watched me writhe in pleasure, alternating between keeping my eyes open and shutting them when the pleasure started to be too much.
He pulled away and blew across my center, his hot breath cooling once it met my sensitive skin. I cried out, wanting to yell for him to take it further, but his powerful chuckle made me wait. “You know you look so beautiful when you cry out. I can't wait to see what you look like when you scream my name.” He tilted his head to the side like he remembered something, and his voice turned threatening. “When we get to do this again, and you're at a hundred percent, I’m taking you to my room, and I promise you’ll scream my name louder than theirs.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and I licked my lips. “I think you guys are going to kill me with orgasms.”
He smiled as he dipped down again. “That's the idea.”
He pushed my thighs wide, putting me on full display as he licked every inch of me. I gasped as he made figure eights with his tongue. Crying out when he pumped his digits in and out of me in time with his tongue flicking my clit. My hips began to thrust into his face as he buried his tongue next to his fingers, licking the rim and entering as his fingers dug in deep and tapped against that pleasure point that was so hard for other men to get.
I felt a heat build up, my body shaking with the need of a release. I grabbed onto his hair and shoved him into me. It felt electrifying to have an alpha like him let me do that to him, but he surprised me even more by pushing his whole self into me at the same time, using all of his force to push me over the edge as I came.
As I let out my shaky cry from my release, his messy, loud slurps egged me on, demanding me to keep going, to make this last all night long. To make it last forever.
I slumped back against the bed, watching as he got up to his knees and tore off his shirt, his face slick with my cum all over it, and he smiled down at me, somehow making himself look like the winner in this situation.
He unbuttoned his pants slowly, my eyes flicking down to see the hard bulge pop out, and I saw his king's crown piercing on his cock that curved up to the sky. With my eyes transfixed on him, I blurted out, “I can't wait to have that inside of me. I want to play with it with my tongue, I want it to run against my pussy walls. Damn, it's making me work up just looking at that accessorized cock.”
He laughed as he grabbed it, stroking it slowly like he was putting it on further display for me. He didn't need to; I was already sold. “Little Siren, you know just the right things to say. Trust me, I will take you up on all that, but first, I want to do this.” He ran it up and down my already sensitive pussy, smearing my cum around, getting his cock all wet as he let me feel the smooth coolness of his metal piece hitting my hot skin.
“Are you ready for me, Little Siren? Are you ready for my cock?” He was a master at working me up. Between his dirty talk and his amazing cock, I was more than ready for round two. I nodded furiously, my tongue dry in my throat as I kept my eyes on his beautiful cock.
“Words, Siren. I'm going to need those lyrical words of yours.”
I put a little extra siren magic into my words as I rushed out, “I’m ready for your cock. I want it. I need it. I need you to fill me up, push me over the edge, and fill me with your cum.”
His eyes turned from his human’s honey brown to his wolf’s golden yellow, his cock settling right at my entrance as he fell over. He grabbed my gown with one hand and ripped it off my body. I cried out at the sudden air that hit my nipples, causing them to pebble hard.
His eyes were loaded with unsettled yearning, burning a trail down my body. A look that said he would never be completely sated, only satisfied for a time until his lust raged again.
I lifted my hand and cupped his face, my chest rising and falling, my nipples rubbing against his chest with each inhale. “Fuck me, make love to me, fill me up, do whatever you want. Do it so I can sate this all-consuming yearning for you.” It was at that moment with him that I realized I felt that way about all of them. This overwhelming need to be with them, to touch them, smell them, to feel how they each remind me of a piece of the ocean. They called to my soul.
