He moved me like a doll in his grip, and I let him. I ended up with my thighs on his shoulders, his mouth dangerously close to me. He had me prop my head up with a pillow so I could look down to him if I wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, my body taut. I could pinpoint the sensation rushing through me this time, only because there was nothing else it could be.
Desire. Need.
Would having him between my legs banish some of the tension that had been constant while around their heavy scents?
He must think so.
He touched me before I could start to panic. His tongue, heated and probing, slipped through my folds to taste me.
My toes curled. The sensation was foreign but also… nice. Nothing life-shatteringly spectacular, but enough to make me wonder if this was maybe only the beginning. Would there be more?
He licked and kissed at me, gently sucking. Vandle was moaning more than me as he got situated down there, seeming to love the taste of my slick.
That switched quickly when he sucked harder at a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
I cried out, back arching from the bed and eyes flying open. Wrapping my arms around myself, hands still tucked into the sweater sleeves, I stared down at him. His eyes met mine, and there was self-satisfaction shining in them.
“What was that?” I asked, breathing heavily.
He did it again, and I contained myself a bit more that time. “That’s what I think you need to be a bit less anxious in here. Do you still trust me?”
That time, I did nod without hesitation. “Yes.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then attached his lips back to that one spot that made me feel so much more than any other.
I clenched my hands into fists, breaths ragged as he gave me more and more pleasure using only his mouth. It felt like there was a goal, somewhere he was taking me, but when I thought about it, it only felt farther off.
So I did my best to relax into the feelings and not worry about destinations or anything silly like that.
Vandle made my back arch and my body writhe against him, and he did it so gently I never realized how close I was to the peak that I couldn’t crest.
At least, not until he demanded it of me.
“Come for me, Crescent.” There was the bite of the dark bond in his words, the command holding me in its tight grip.
I didn’t know how to follow the instructions, but my body did—and I didn’t want to resist, so that must be good enough.
When he brought his mouth back to me, my lips parted on a choked cry as the pleasure multiplied a thousandfold. It crashed over me in waves, sending my body into overdrive. For a few tense seconds I couldn’t think or process, and I could only move in the way it demanded me to.
Writhing and trembling and shaking as the world became something different around me.
Being touched felt this good?
When I’d spent so many heats in pain…?
If I’d known, I might have worked harder to be one of the worthy ones who got to have a pack.
I was barely breathing when the door to the bathroom was hauled open, bright fluorescent light spilling into the shadowed corner of my nest. Phantom stood backlit, taking a few steps out into the room before stopping short.
“Oh,” he said. “I heard her shout—thought she might be hurt.”
I flushed as he stared at me, fighting to close my legs but only managing to squeeze Vandle’s head a bit. “Sorry, um?—”
“Don’t apologize,” Vandle said. “Tell me how you feel.”
My attention swung back to him.How I feel? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to know that. It was… amazing. And now…
