I wanted to kiss my way down her stomach, teeth grazing the dip of her navel, tongue dipping in to taste her sweat until she was squirming, hips lifting, pussy soaking through her panties. Wanted to bury my face between her legs, nose grinding against her clit as I licked her folds, sucking her swollen lips into my mouth, tongue thrusting deep to fuck her with it while she thrashed.
Wanted to make her come on my tongue, thighs clamping my head like a vice, fingers fisted in my hair, pulling hard as she screamed my name, juices flooding my mouth, coating my chin. Lapping it all up, greedy, until she shuddered through the aftershocks.
And then I wanted more. Wanted to strip her bare, flip her onto her stomach, ass up, and slide my cock along her slick slit, teasing her entrance before slamming in deep. Feel her pussy clench around me, stretching to take every thick inch as I bottomed out, balls slapping her clit.
I wanted to watch her face twist in pleasure when I pulled her up against my chest, one arm banding her waist, the other hand between her legs, fingers circling her clit while I pounded up into her, relentless, until she milked me dry, cum spilling hot inside her, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft.
Wanted to fuck her slow and deep, grinding against that spot that made her eyes roll back, or hard and fast, bruising her hips with my grip, making her forget every other touch, every other man. Make her mine in body, soul, and everything.
My cock throbbed harder, straining against my pants, the head pushing insistently against her thigh, desperate for release.
“If you don’t stop...” I couldn’t finish the sentence, breath ragged, control fraying at the edges. Couldn’t articulate what I’d do, because I didn’t trust myself not to snap, to rip her clothes off and fuck her into the mattress. Because if she pushed one more time, I would take. I would claim. I’d breed her deep, mark her as pack, as mine.
And she wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t know the truth of me, that the wolf lurking under my skin, teeth sharp, was ready to bite and bond. Didn’t know that the man in her bed was a predator, and right now, the wolf was very, very close to the surface right now.
She must have heard the warning in my voice, because she stopped and pulled back slightly, created space between us. The mischief faded from her expression, replaced by uncertainty.
“Sorry,” she said. “I was just playing. We’re friends. I shouldn’t have...”
“It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, it was torture. Every cell in my body was screaming to pull her back, to show her exactly how okay I was with what she was doing.
“It’s okay,” I said again, because I had to fill the silence.
She sat up. Her eyes dropped like she couldn’t help it, and I saw her gaze catch on the obvious bulge in my pants, her lips parting, her breathing stuttering.
Then her eyes snapped back up to my face, her cheeks crimson.
“Right,” she squeaked. “You should probably...”
“I should go. Yes.” I stood, and the movement made my situation even more obvious. The front of my pants was tented, my cock straining against the fabric.
Her eyes dropped again, widened, and came back up to my face with what looked like pure shock.
“That’s...” She gestured vaguely at my crotch. “That’s... a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“Because of me?”
“Because of you.” I didn’t look away or try to hide it. I let her see exactly what she did to me. “Always you.”
She swallowed visibly, and I saw it. The way her pupils dilated, nearly swallowing the green. Her breathing getting shallower, her thighs pressing together.She wanted me too.
My wolf rumbled with satisfaction.
“I should go,” I said again, even while every instinct was screaming at me to show her exactly what she did to me.
“Right.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes kept dropping to my cock, then jerking back up. “Going. Good idea. Very good idea.”
I forced myself toward the door. Every step was agony. My wolf was clawing at my ribs, howling in protest.
At her bedroom door, I paused. Turned back.
She was still in bed, hair a mess, wrapped in her blanket like armor. But her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was uneven, and she was looking at me like I was water in a desert.
“Thank you,” I said. “For letting me stay.”
“Thank you for everything.” Her voice was husky. “And for coming when I called.”
