I wilted into the desk, and my human side retreated, allowing the animal to take over. Instinct forced a deep guttural moan out of my chest, and my world narrowed to this one precious moment. The ache in my hips hitting the edge of my desk. The sting in my skin from his palm. The heat of my exhales brushing against my sweaty palms. The slow, steady drip of slick coating the inside of my thighs. The cool air kissing my fiery cunt.
He rubbed my clit again, sending sharp ecstasy down my legs and up my spine, coalescing in my heart. I gasped as the inferno ramped up, overtaking my senses, and when a tight ball of pressure formed in my lower abdomen, I released the last bit of restraint I so desperately clung to.
“There’s my good little wolf,” he murmured. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to fill my palm with come and watch me lick it off?”
I could only whimper as his ministrations continued, hurrying me toward the edge of abandon. And just before I could throw myself off the cliff, he pulled his hand back and stepped away.
“No,” I cried and tried to look over my shoulder, but he held the back of my neck firm, keeping me in place.
“Aww, it’s okay.” He leaned over me and brought his lips to my ear, sinking his teeth into the lobe before chuckling. I trembled. “I know it hurts.”
“Fen, stop fucking around—” I grimaced as my swollen clit throbbed in time with my racing pulse.
“Such language.” He tutted through his teeth. “Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal.”
Drawing in a deep inhale to calm the raging fury in my chest, I picked up the heady notes under his scent. Cinnamon and leather and something darker, something sinful. This was affecting him as much as me. And when his hips connected with mine, I felt the bulge in his jeans, confirming he was turned on, just as frustrated.
“I’ll make you come, right now, bent over your desk?—”
The whine that poured over my lips came from some licentious, despicable part of my psyche. Certainly, it wasn’t me whining for him.
“—if you go straight to your quarters and take the rest of the day off.” He hummed a playful, inquisitive tone and dragged his nose along my temple, pressing his lips delicately to my cheek. “Can you do that?”
My rational side wanted to protest. I couldn’t leave my patients. I couldn’t leave the infirmary. What if they needed me? But another voice argued that Briggs had taken great care of the place while I was physically incapacitated. We had a team of trained nurses, and it wasn’t like my house was far away. I could be here in minutes if needed. Those thoughts collided with my primal side and won.
“Okay,” I muttered with a shaky nod, my cheek sticking to the wood. “Okay, deal.”
Had I ever been so desperate for an orgasm in my life? Why was I giving in to him so easily? I didn’t examine it closely. Especially not when he grinned and laughed again, sending more tremors through my body.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and I positively melted.
He stood and moved out of my line of sight. A rustle of fabric and a dull thud told me he’d knelt behind me, and when his hands slid up the back of my thighs, warmth spread through my veins. He massaged my muscles, kneading his strong fingers into my legs until he got to my ass, where he ghosted his fingertips over my smarting skin. Soft velvet lips replaced his hands, tracking tender kisses over the spots where he’d done the most damage. The gentle embrace of his lips contrasted with the brush of his beard, and I arched into the touch.
“Such a beautiful ass,” he whispered. “And you present so prettily for me. Can’t believe I’ve gone this long without such a delicious cunt to eat.”
I was so wound tight, I could have cried. Which made no damned sense because I’d spent the last three days in his bed, milking him dry. But what happened under the spell of the heat had become a blur, and much of it was lost to the animal-haze of magic and pheromones. But this…This was real and consensual and…
I nearly broke my spine pushing off the desk when his tongue speared through me, lapping at my clit before traveling to my entrance and back down again. He was so warm, and his mouth was so wet, and hell, when he latched on to the perfect spot and sucked, I made a noise somewhere between a growl and a roar. It shouldn’t be this good. It wasn’t supposed to be this good. But it was.
I pushed back on his face, and he brought an arm around my lower back to hold me still, wrapping the other hand around my thigh as leverage. Fen devoured me like he’d waited his entire life for this one moment, and I’d been depriving him for three decades. He worshipped me with his tongue, and it didn’t take long until those tumultuous waves of rapture pulled me under their unrelenting grasp.
I spread my legs wider to give him more room, which he greedily took, and my cunt spasmed around nothing, so desperate for something to fill it. Almost like he read my mind, he pushed two fingers inside me and rubbed against that perfect place that made my knees weak.
My hands slid against the wood as I scrambled for purchase. My muscles tensed, and I mumbled incoherent words that were barely audible over my strained, breathy sighs.
I was so close…so close…and then he scraped his teeth over my clit in a soft nibble, and I crested. My climax gripped me by the soul and shoved me into oblivion. It rolled through me in an all-consuming shockwave that left me wrecked. Fen worked me through it, licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers until I was too sensitive and reached between my legs to push his head away.
A dreamy bliss took control of my senses, and I lay on the desk, panting down the high, trying to come to grips with the tingling in my toes. I laughed and ran a hand over my face, but I was so blissed out, I didn’t notice Fen rummaging through the drawers in my office until his footsteps came back to me.
“What are you doing?” I managed to say.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Stay still.”
I narrowed my gaze and tried to look behind me, but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
“Let me take care of you,” he said just before I heard a plastic clicking noise, like the sound of a bottle being opened. Then, his fingers rubbed over my stinging ass, leaving behind a residue that chilled my skin. The scent hit me next—Arnica flower, mugwort, and antiseptic.
“Is that bruise cream?” I asked, hissing when he hit a particularly sensitive area. “Fen, you don’t have to do that. You didn’t hurt me.”
