I arched into him when he dragged his tongue through my slick skin, licking and savouring with a tender hum of approval.
“I know,” I said, but I didn’t mean me. I meant him. The way his thick, heady aroma filled my room should have scared me, but it only made me feel safer. It held a vibrant undertone of warning, of possession, and the trained medical professional inside tried to warn me to pay more attention. But I’d long since given control over to my wolf. She preened and rolled around in it, coating herself in it, hoping it lingered long after he left in the morning.
Mine, she roared louder. Mine.
Yours, came a faint male whisper. Yours.
I was too lost in my lust to pay it any mind. Fire raced through my veins as he held me down and wrung pleasure from my body like he’d been practicing me for eons. He fucked me with his tongue before sucking my clit into his mouth with a long, pulsing pull. I arched off the bed and rolled my pelvis into his face, sinking my fingers into the sheets on either side of me. Desperation clawed at my insides, screaming to be let loose, willing me to dissolve into the intimacy with him and never let it go. I memorized the way his eyes looked, peering up at me from in between my legs, and my cunt clenched angrily around emptiness, begging to be filled.
“Fuck me, Fen,” I murmured. “Please, I need you.”
“No,” he roared and draped an arm over my hips to hold me still. “You gave me strict orders, and I’m a man of my word.”
I threw my head back in frustration, but that forced a delighted laugh out of his mouth.
“Aww, you poor greedy thing.” He circled my entrance with a finger before dipping it slowly…painfully…inside. “How’s that, huh? Better?”
“Yes.” I sighed into the contact. “More.”
One finger became two, and my cunt fluttered against the welcome intrusion. He found that spot inside that had me melting into the bed with sickening exhilaration. He dragged the flat of his tongue over my clit, yanking me down into a blissful hell that had me pleading for release. I speared a hand through his hair and tugged, but that intensified his determination. He moaned and purred, sending shockwaves of vibrations through my lower half. My muscles tensed, the wave of climax nearly there.
Shameful words poured over my lips, things like “Yes, suck me harder,” and “Fuck me with your face.” Things I’d certainly regret in the morning, but in the hormone-induced blur, all boundaries between us had disappeared. When my orgasm finally claimed me, he fucked me harder, slurped me faster, pressing me down. The wet sounds we made together should have been obscene, but they, too, added to my complete and utter unravelment.
I’d wanted him to lick me so good, I couldn’t remember my own name, and when I resurfaced from my post-climax glow, my limbs were weightless, and my mind had gone fuzzy. He peered up at me from between my thighs with that smug, arrogant smile, his lips and chin glistening with my slick.
“Gods, I love doing that to you,” he said before dragging his long, soft tongue over my cunt again. I curled into the contact and tried to push his forehead away, the touch almost painful.
“No. Too sensitive.” I slurred like I’d drunk a fifth of whiskey by myself, but that didn’t distract him. He kissed my clit before crawling up my body again, connecting our flesh from chest to hips, and I wrapped my legs around his lower back, dragging my wet cunt over his cock. “Fill me. Please, Fen.”
“Oh, so polite after you come on my face,” he teased, leaning down to lick up my windpipe, pausing again on the spot near my shoulder where my scent plumed the strongest. “Want me to wreck you like I’m in a rut, little wolf? Want me to hold you down and take out my aggression on that tight cunt?”
I shivered as another wave of arousal hit me between the legs. “Yes. Gods, yes.”
“Hmm.” He grinned and sat up, cool air rushing to coat my overheated skin. “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”
It was a vulnerable position, but my wolf understood immediately. His inner beast wanted me to present to him, wanted me to be face down and ass up, ready and willing to receive him. I shifted my weight around, pushing up on my knees and lowering my upper body to the sheets. Warm calloused hands gripped my ass, massaging the flesh before roaming to my hips. His sweat-coated chest pressed to my back as he brought his lips to my ear.
“I’m about to take you rough, Wyn,” he said. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I whispered.
The words barely left my lips before he positioned himself at my entrance and slammed home. The stretch ached in the best way, and my cunt clenched around him. Full…I felt so full and elated, and when his cock slid against the perfect spot, I nearly came again.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Always so good.” He gripped my hips and retreated, only to surge back in all the way. He echoed through my bones, through every part of me that had ached to be completed. His hips slapped against my backside as he fucked me hard, and I put a hand on the headboard to keep from banging into it with each punishing thrust.
Could do this every day. All day, said that deep masculine tenor, and it seemed like the words had been whispered next to my ear…inside my mind.
Yes, my wolf replied. Please. Make me yours. Be mine. Only mine.
Only yours, the male replied. Gonna fill you up. Gonna keep you forever. Gods, I hope it takes. Please take. Please. Please.
If I focused on the voices, I would have recognized them as our wolves talking to each other in the way mates usually did. But I was far too gone into the hysteria of being taken so completely.
“Are you going to come on my cock? Huh? Are you gonna milk me like you need me?” His rotten words doused the inferno in my blood with gas, and I moaned. “Touch yourself. Rub that perfect clit and pretend it’s my fingers.”
I rushed to obey, the amount of wetness already pooled there shocking me. I’d never been so turned on by anyone before. I’d never allowed myself to be so enraptured, so utterly consumed, by one encounter. I’d barely made two circles before another deafening climax seized me again. He fucked me harder, deeper, rougher, roaring and laughing as I fell apart under him. My body exploded. My world shifted. And somewhere in the middle of imploding and being pieced back together, the axis around which I’d built my entire identity changed.
It had only been four days, but Fen had seeped into every part of me, filling every crevice with his laugh and his spark and his care. I nearly sobbed from the weight of the shift, and had I not been under the influence of magic and pheromones, I would have recognized it for what it was. Instead, I let him flip me over to my back, spread my legs, and dive in again.
