“Tell me what you want,” he said in between frantic kisses and desperate groans, running his palms up my ribs and back down again.
“Ravage me,” I said. “Lick me until I can’t remember my own name. Fuck me like you’re in a rut with no end in sight. Make me come so hard, I’ll think about it every time I touch myself for the rest of my life.” I should have been shocked by my own filthy mouth, but the words spilled out over my lips with no hesitation. Maybe that was because I’d known Fen so long, or perhaps it was because I so rarely let myself have this type of intimacy, but I didn’t want to waste it.
He brushed hair out of my face and grinned. “Does my little wolf need her cunt sucked?”
Four days ago, I would have been scandalized. Now, I wanted more. I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you come…eventually.”
He raised an eyebrow and ran a finger down the side of my neck, teasing the shoulder of my oversized sweater. “And what if I’m a very good boy?”
I reached down between us and gripped his cock, giving it a firm stroke over his jeans. He rocked into the movement and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as I teased him. Loving the control and the power he gave me, I leaned in to press my lips against his ear.
“I’ll tie you to my bed and keep you there until I’m done playing with you.” I bit his earlobe, and the shake in his body fueled this sudden burst of confidence. “Would you like that? Would you like being my little fuck toy?”
“Gods, you have no idea,” he replied with a harsh laugh. “But only if I get to do it to you, too.”
“Well, if you do a good job, I suppose I could be open to negotiations.” It wasn’t my intention to keep this going. Hell, I didn’t even think I’d throw myself at him tonight. But once the suggestion was out there, I couldn’t take it back. Nor did I want to. The thought of continuing this situation with Fenris only filled me with anticipation and nervous excitement.
“Negotiations?” He flashed me a wolfish grin, the one that spoke to all of the devious acts his brilliant mind could conjure. “That sounds promising. Far be it from me to deny such an offer.”
I couldn’t stand the buildup. My cunt wept, and my thighs trembled, and when his cock jerked under my fingers, I wanted to lower myself to my knees to see what it would do in my mouth. And what was stopping me? He was supposed to be my toy, right? I could do whatever I wanted.
“Stay still,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “Put your hands behind your back. Keep them there.”
With a raised eyebrow, he slowly complied, lowering his palms until they met behind the chair. I bit my bottom lip and grinned before I slid off his legs and knelt on the floor between them. My fingers trembled as I reached for his belt, an overheated blush racing over my cheeks and down my neck. But I didn’t care. No, I wanted to see what he looked like when he was on the verge of losing control, when I held him in my capable hands, and he had to listen to me.
He licked his lips as I unzipped his pants and reached inside to pull out his thick, angry cock, already dripping with evidence of how badly he wanted this. I squeezed the length of his velvet skin, and he sucked in a harsh gasp that twisted the tangle of butterflies in my gut, urging me on.
“How do you like it?” I asked, sliding my hand over the tip of him and back down.
“Tighter,” he groaned.
I gripped him harder, and he leaned his head back, exposing the muscles in his throat. My fangs ached to sink into that delicate flesh, to mark and claim and dominate. But I smothered that thought. This wasn’t about that.
He arched his hips in time with my strokes to match my pace, fucking my palm as I had my way with him. Gods, it was a revelation to see him like this. A strong, powerful shifter reduced to a mewling, panting mess all because I had him in the palm of my hand. I wanted more.
I leaned in to lick a path on the underside, from root to tip and back down, flicking the tip of my tongue along his frenulum. His entire body jerked, and he lifted his head, eyes wide as he stared down at me.
“Fuck, Wyn.” He spread his knees wider to make more room for me, and I took advantage, scooting closer for a better angle. “You’re amazing. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve?—”
“Hush,” I said. “You spent the last four days taking care of me. I want to return the favor.”
I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him deeper, and his scent hit me like a battering ram. It burrowed deep in my lungs, filling me with such decadent bliss and ecstasy, I imagined I could spend years between his legs and never tire of it.
Mine, my wolf growled. Mine.
“I didn’t do it as a favor,” he mumbled through broken sobs.
“No?” I raised an eyebrow as I pulled back to look up at him. “Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.” He furrowed his eyebrows with an adorable look of confusion and wanton abandon; my heart nearly skipped a beat.
I wanted to be the only one to see him like this. I didn’t want him sitting in anyone else’s kitchen, verbally bound to a chair while they had their wicked way with him. The mere thought of it sent a slice of disturbing jealousy straight through my chest.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice cracked like the tension between us had finally broken him.
I thought about telling him the truth, that I wanted to ruin him for any other females, that I wanted him planted at my kitchen table for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t rational. We weren’t together. We didn’t make sense together. Me, the overworked healer. Him, the reckless playboy. It was a match made in hell, indeed. That did not stop my wolf from whining at the notion.
Done with talking, I went back to worshipping his cock with my mouth. I lapped at his skin and swallowed his leaking desire, working him into delirium. I alternated between slow, steady retreats and hard, fast pulls, ignoring my gag reflex when he hit the back of my throat. He shuddered when I swirled my tongue around the head, so I focused my attention there, fluttering the tip of my tongue over the soft spot on the underside while I slid my fist over the base with the exact instructions he’d given me earlier.
