Her suggestive, sultry gaze is my undoing, and I tear through her bra with one motion, ripping it in the center and sending her breasts spilling out into my ready hands. Kneading the voluptuous mounds, I lower my head and latch my lips over one chocolate-brown areola.
Cecelia’s gasp turns to a steady moan as my tongue paints circles around her erect nipple, sending sensation through her body that has her arching her back and pushing her chest toward me. The little pleasure I administer is already turning her pliant and wanton, and the scent of her pheromones fills every inch of the air in the bedroom.
It's intoxicating and has my mouth watering with the thought of tasting her, and I can't hold off any longer. My downward descent is a trail of open-mouthed kisses peppered down her supple belly as I relish in the feel of her overflowing curves beneath my kneading fingers. As I near her cotton pants, I hook my fingers under the waistband and drag them down her thighs, leaving her lying in nothing but a cute pair of blush pink panties with a little black bow in the front.
Clamping my teeth on the bow, I draw her panties down, seeing the way her slick catches on the crotch, forming a string that breaks off when I've pulled her panties low enough. My eyes remain fixed on her juicy core, the way her folds glisten with her sticky arousal.
Once her panties are off, I climb back down, sinking between her thighs and hitching my arms under her knees, taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with the intoxicating scent of sweet jasmine that beckons my inner wolf. Groaning with triumph as I latch my lips onto her clit, Cecelia moans.
“Oh, my Goddess!” she cries out when I flick my tongue across her bundle of nerves, feeling it swell between my lips. “That's…that's…”
“Good…” I mumble against her folds, my lips curling with a smirk as I feel her respond to the vibration of my voice. Her body shudders as if begging for more, and I place one hand on her pelvis, applying pressure with my palm as I slip in a finger through her aching hole.
“Oh, Dominic!” she moans out loud when the mixture of sensations brings her close to release as I pump my finger into her while I continue singing praises on her clit, lapping and licking the sweet nub. She's so close to climaxing from my ministrations that her walls tighten around my single finger, begging and weeping for release.
Greedily devouring her sweet slick, I can't seem to get enough of the taste of her essence, lapping up the juices until she's squirming and her moans escalate into screams. Her heavy panting is in sync with the thrusts of my finger, until she throws her head back and cries out in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she growls, lifting her head back up to watch me ravenously eating her out even as she climaxes. Wanting more, wanting all she has to give, I suckle on her clit and add another finger through her tightness to explode her orgasm.
Fueled by the lust glazing over her eyes and turning them darker, I continue pounding with two fingers until her body quakes and pleasure rolls through her in waves that have her curves flowing and dancing on the bed. I can't stop watching how she takes the pleasure and sings my praises with every moan that escapes her lips.
Her second orgasm hits and floods my fingers first before bursting out in hot ropes of warm slick that hit my mouth. With my lips parted, I catch every drop until she's done exploding, and her arousal drips down her thighs.
I lick a fat stripe across her folds, licking up the last bits of her orgasm and savoring the sweet taste on my tongue as I crawl back over her, settling beside her as she climbs down from her high. While she catches her breath, I slide an arm under her and pull her into my chest, hugging her close until she’s calmed down.
It’s only when she seems to come back to her senses that she realizes she’s in my arms, her body turning rigid as she clenches her cheek against my chest. I press a kiss to the top of her head to soothe her, leaning toward her ear.
“Get some rest, Cece,” I whisper gently as I smooth a palm down the length of her spine. “You’ve been through a lot tonight.”
Cecelia nods timidly, closing her eyes with an audible sigh. She hasn’t said a word against me lying beside her in the bed, and I know if she really wanted me gone, she would have protested.
Just as I’m about to close my eyes, I hear her faint voice, her lips mumbling into my side. “Thank you, Dominic,” she sighs. “I thought I was losing my mind.”
“I don’t blame you,” I chuckle lightly as I open my eyes and find her staring at me with confusion, knitting her brows. “You were quite angry with me earlier.”
“I’m not angry anymore,” she giggles as she hides her blushing cheeks by nuzzling further into my arm. “But I was angry back then. I guess I’m taking this deal a little too seriously.”
Pausing for a moment, I stare at Cecelia as she keeps her eyes closed, closing me off from reading them. After what just happened, I can’t help but wonder if she’s only seeing things through the lens of the deal we made.
It’s less complicated that way, but it prompts me to question her reasoning for making the deal in the first place.
“Why did you make the deal?” I press gently. “Hugo Morales—”
“Was an innocent man,” Cecelia interjects as she opens her eyes. “My father was wrongfully accused, and I just need a way to prove it. Because of what he did when he mated with my mother, he was an easy target.”
“Do you think we'll be able to prove it?” I ask with a frown.
Cecelia nods, and I can see that she truly believes in her father’s innocence. “I just haven’t been able to collect any proof. No one in the pack will take me seriously.”
Hearing her stern conviction has me wondering if Hugo Morales was innocent after all. Nodding slowly, I gesture for her to return to her rest as I pat her shoulder.
“If I become alpha, I will take you seriously,” I declare. “Just as I will take your input seriously in the trials.”
Cecelia nods hesitantly, but closes her eyes, because she must be too spent to do anything else. If there’s one thing I’ve learned today, it’s that Cecelia is smarter than I thought, and I must have underestimated her.
Her suggestions in today’s trial would have secured my win if I’d just listened.
But there’s something else that plagues me, and it’s how much I suddenly care about her. It’s what keeps me awake mostof the night while she sleeps, and why I desperately need to go out for a run to clear my head at the first sign of morning light.
