She’s never looked at me that way.
But right now, she’s batting her lashes at me suggestively, her moist, swollen lips parted as she breathes heavily. I can’t help myself, lifting a hand to trace her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, feeling the way she lets out a sigh.
“I’m trying very hard to control myself right now,” I admit with a husky breath. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
“You won’t,” Rissa whimpers, her face contracting with pain that has her throwing her head back. “Please…Brooks…” she pleads, her bottom lip trembling inconsolably when she lifts her head again. “You have to take this pain away…”
My heart skips a beat before pride swells my chest. It’s me she’s asking for help, not anyone else.
Cradling her cheek with both hands, I smooth away stray tendrils of curly locks from her face, staring deeply into her eyes.
“Like the last time?” I ask, wanting to remain as respectful as possible while internally, my hormones are raging, and my inner wolf is roaring to take its mate.
“No,” Rissa whispers seductively, her green eyes becoming deep pools of swirling masses that seem to hypnotize me as I’m physically drawn in, leaning in until her hot breath intoxicates me. “I want you to take my pain away…” she drawls. “But I also want to take yours away…”
I pause for a moment, realizing that Rissa understands what I’m going through with my rut. The crippling pain in my gut that sends sharp tingles through my body is unexplainable; for the first time in my life, I feel vulnerable, not able to hide away behind the many masks I’ve worn for the sake of others. Rissa sees right through me now, and it isn’t judgment I find reflected back at me.
It’s a deep sense of knowing, understanding, and compassion for my plight, while it’s impossible to stay away from her. And she just made the most tempting offer that I can’t ignore.
In response to her sweet offering, I capture her lips in another heated kiss, our tongues dancing in unison as I swiftly lift her off the pedestal and whisk her toward the only bed in the guesthouse. She moans and whimpers sweetly as I indulgein the fruity taste on her tongue, mixed with her innately sweet essence.
It’s impossible not to become addicted, to become completely consumed by just her lips. But as I lay her down and her nails, like claws, pull me on top of her, I realize that I’m about to lose myself in every inch of Rissa.
We barely break the kiss, our lips hovering closely even as we begin peeling and tearing our clothes off, unable to stay apart. Every movement is frantic and desperate until I’m lying beside her, flesh on flesh, her body supple against my hard frame. It’s the perfect combination, and it makes me pause for a moment to take in the sight of Rissa’s wide, innocent eyes as she stares at me.
“I know you haven’t done this before,” I whisper tenderly as the hand that strokes her arm steadily travels to her hip. She bites her bottom lip sheepishly as her eyes flicker to the movement of my hand, and she nods slowly.
“I promise to be as gentle as possible,” I say, taking on the role of leadership that she needs in our dynamic. It’s unlike my role as the sub-Alpha of Snehvolk; it’s the role of protector, and it’s the most liberating and fulfilling duty I’ve ever had.
“I trust you, Brooks,” Rissa whispers back, and those words become the mantra chanting in my head as I proceed.
I could have easily taken her without caring about being gentle, but this is more than just to soothe her heat and end my rut. This is a special occasion, a profound moment that needs to be celebrated with tenderness.
With Rissa’s assurance that she trusts me, I slip my hand between her thighs, slowly drawing circles over her clit and drawing out the sweet moans from her plump lips. She stares atme with heated intensity as I slide down to her moist folds, her moans escalating in pitch music to my ears.
I let my fingers travel further until I meet the dip of her hole, sliding one finger inside and acquainting myself with the tightness of her walls. I suck in a breath as I imagine my cock inside her, and I suddenly become harder, harder than I’ve ever been before.
“You’re driving me insane, Rissa Rudolph,” I click my tongue as I shake my head, grabbing the back of Rissa’s thigh and hitching it over my waist. Reaching behind her, I take hold of my cock, stroking her dripping folds with the bulbous tip that’s already leaking copious amounts of precum.
When a bout of the pain of her heat grips her, Rissa grabs my shoulder with biting fingernails, digging crescent moons into my flesh and almost drawing blood. She glares at me now, determined as ever when she says, “Take me now, Brooks…please…”
As if I needed to be told twice, but hearing the command on her tongue does something to drive me over the edge, consumed by the wanton need of primal satisfaction. I push through her folds, wrestling against her tightness as I sink deep into her core.
It blooms open as if welcoming me inside the warm cavity, the tip of my cock breaking through her hymen with one firm thrust. Her heavy moans ignite the fire within me when they steadily begin to escalate into a rippled cry, and I capture her lips to drink in the pleasured sounds as I push her onto her back and settle between her thighs.
My thrusts are slow at first, languid and calculated until I’m assured that she isn’t feeling pain. When I break the kiss,she’s moaning sweetly again, matching my thrusts by rolling her hips into me.
I smirk as I plant my hands on either side of her head, palms flattened on the pillow as my thrusts get deeper, stroking her G-spot with the crown of my cock, delivering so much pleasure that Rissa can’t keep holding onto my firm gaze.
She throws her head back, lips parting for the loudest scream she’s let out tonight, followed by a chorus of my name being chanted as she grabs my shoulders and turns her eyes on me.
“Oh, my Goddess…” she mewls, her face contorting with pleasure as she bites her bottom lip. “This feels so good, Brooks…it’s—it’s—”
She’s moaning again, and I chuckle as I lean to whisper a kiss on her lips.
“It’s perfect…” I breathe, slowing down my thrusts so I can make the leap more meaningful as I stare deeply into her eyes. One hand hooks beneath her chin to keep her looking at me as I feel her walls tightening, a tell-tale sign that she’s about to climax.
“It’s happening…” she whispers as her walls tighten around my cock.
