As she sank, her eyes flared, and he honestly couldn’t tell if it was in wonder or alarm. He kept still, breathing shallowly so he wouldn’t go off like a teenager to allow her time to adjust and set her own pace.
It seemed like an hour to him, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two before her hips met his, and they both groaned.
The scent in his nostrils doubled and tripled in intensity, which he didn’t think was possible. He held her closer because he needed her weight on him. He didn’t understand the impulse and knew she’d have less freedom to move, but he couldn’t help himself. He raised his knees to spread her legs wide, taking all her choice away as he thrust up into her once and then twice. The bed groaned in rhythmic counterpoint, but he didn’t care anymore.
He watched her eyes, looking for pain or distress, but felt gut-deep satisfaction when they rolled back in her head. He kept going. This felt like the best of both worlds to him; he could feel all her weight on him, and he could control how fast and deep he went.
Her head flopped on his chest, and he buried his nose in her hair and sped up.
She spread her legs wider until her knees were clutching his ribcage, and he marveled at her flexibility, thankful for it as he pressed his hips up into her, his breath going ragged. He lost it as his vision went white around the edges.
She was close. He could feel it in the fluttering of her walls and the unevenness of her breathing, as if she barely had enough oxygen. He tried to keep the same angle and pace, driving into her again and again…until she froze, and not in a good way.
She scrambled at him, and he tried to pull out, but he didn’t have much leverage in this position either.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered.
She put a hand over his mouth, and he heard it. A door opened downstairs, and voices chattered.
He was on the edge of orgasm and so was she, and the idea of stopping nearly killed him, but the bed had been squeaking up a storm, a hilarious and addicting counterpoint to the roar inside his head.
Cautiously and slowly, he thrust again, and the bed groaned.
Her eyes went wide above him, and she shook her head vigorously.
He widened his own eyes and moved again, even more slowly. This time, the bed barely let out a tiny squeak.
She tried to sit up or move away, but she was beached above him and had no leverage, and he just kept moving, now trying to find the pace that wouldn’t rock the bed.
It was torture of the best kind, and his orgasm built even higher.
In moments, she stopped fighting as her eyes glazed.
At this new pace, he found he had much more control and tried with every stroke to find a new and deeper angle.
She gasped at one deep thrust. He grinned and stayed there, pulsing just the slightest as the bed protested in little grunts that even he could barely hear.
He heard a voice shout her name and knew they could not prolong this, so he thrust hard once and felt her shatter around him and came with her. The illicitness and the fear of discovery only added to the bliss pulsing through every inch of him and her, judging by her shuddering, wordless cry above him.
“Catarina Griffin! We chased off a werewolf!”
“One sec!” she shouted in a strangled cry, an octave above her normal voice.
He chuckled and then groaned as she pulled away from him. She put a hand on his mouth as she flopped over, and the bed gave a strangled squeak.
She bounced out of it and looked at the wreckage of her room. The duvet cover, her pillows, and all of their clothes were in piles around the rug.
“Oh my god,” she said and shook her head. “Oh my god!”
“Is everything okay?” an unfamiliar voice asked from just outside the door.
“Absolutely!” she cried. “One sec!”
The bliss was leaving, and he was beginning to feel a bit of alarm at the situation. How many witches were here? Witches who were armed to fight werewolves. He silently promised Nicolo the biggest steak he could find for playing bait and giving him as long as they had.
“You have to go,” she whispered.
He put his hands behind his head. “I’ll just stroll out of here like this?”
