He paused and shuffled back to the edge of the bed, planting his hands on his hips.
“I’m not fucking you if you keep attacking me.”
His words might have carried more weight if he hadn’t wheezed them out.
“Fine,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow.“Ask the wolf to fuck me.”
He started to morph, the wolf’s head stretching out beside his—
“No,” Blaidd croaked, lunging to shove him back down.
The grey muzzle vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Good dog. He tried to answer your call, Bouda snickered—though beneath it, I felt her approval.
He rubbed his throat and stepped closer.
“I suppose you’ll do,” I muttered.
He opened his mouth to bitch again, but I flung the sheets back. His gaze dropped instantly—tracked down my body—before he warily knelt at the edge of the mattress, his eyes settling on my breasts.
I glanced at his cock as it drew closer. A single clear droplet gathered at the tip, swelling before it began to slide. My mouth watered. I leaned forward and licked it away just as it rolled over the head.
So good. So sweet.
It tasted faintly of apples and elderflower.
I wanted more.
I circled my fingers around him and began to pump, slow and deliberate. My lips closed around the swollen head and I sucked.
“Yes,” he hissed—but he didn’t touch me.
He was learning.
“Deeper,” he said.
My fingers brushed his knot before I squeezed the mangled, swollen mess. He moved closer, and I dragged my lips down his length until he hit the back of my throat.
I pulled off him with a loud pop.
His nostrils flared. His left eye twitched—once, twice.
He didn’t say a word.
“I don’t want to see your face,” I said, turning onto my stomach.
“That’s fine by me.”
I felt him shift lower on the bed.
“Get on your knees,” he said, spreading my legs.
“No.”
I knew I should—it would give me what I needed—but the fact that he thought he could instruct me scraped raw.
He muttered under his breath.
