The ache in my cock was fierce, but I couldn’t let her pleasure me. Not with the way my magic would undoubtedly respond to her touch.
I dragged my thumb over her clit as I dragged a knuckle over that sensitive spot inside her, and she came with a cry.
I pulled out of her perfect, tight slickness, and she caught her breath. Instead of releasing my belt, she gripped it with both hands, beginning to remove it.
"What are you doing, Kitten?" My voice was dangerously low.
The willpower it would take to stop her was tremendous.
"Just trust me. We need to convince people whose noses work like mine. And yes, I know there’s no time for sex."
I placed my slick hand on her thigh. The other was still cradling her head.
My entire body was tense as she undid the button, followed by the zipper.
"Kat." The sharpness in my voice was unintentional as she quickly pulled my cock free of my boxer-briefs.
The feel of her soft, warm hand on my erection was nearly enough to undo me.
"Chill out." She gripped my shaft loosely as she lifted her eyes to mine. "I’m just going to make us smell like we had sex. It’s not going to be glamorous. Okay?"
Okay?
Was she fucking mad?
The woman—mywoman—had her hand on my cock for the first time in her life, and she was asking me if it was okay?
It took everything I had just to jerk my head, my jaw clenched against the intense urge to cover her pretty little fingers in my release.
Kat hooked one of her bare legs around my back as she slid herself to the edge of the countertop. As if it was nothing, the woman slowly dragged the head of my cock through her folds, around her clit, and over her entrance.
It was the most deliciously filthy thing I had ever seen.
She repeated the motion a few times, her breath unsteady enough to tell me she was affected by it too.
The pain in my balls as I forced my body not to react was brutal. Almost as brutal as the needles of ice I would’ve felt in my skin if she wasn’t touching me.
Kat released my cock long enough to slide backward on the countertop and grab my wrist. She guided my hand, slick with her pleasure, to my erection. I watched her slowly drag my fist down my length, before she released me.
I owed her another climax, given that she was clearly turned on again. But if I had her on my mouth or hand now, there was no way I would be able to stop myself from coming in my pants like a teenager.
Kat tucked my cock away, as if it wasn’t leaking precum uncontrollably.
The woman was completely and utterlychillas she zipped and buttoned my pants, then refastened my belt, and even tucked my shirt back in messily.
"Perfect," she said.
I had to close my eyes to stop myself from losing complete fucking control in the pants she had justbuttoned me into.
"There’s not a werewolf alive who could believe we’re not together if they smell us now."
Her words eased my need slightly.
"Wearetogether, Kitten. You’re mine." The words came out lower and more strained than I intended them to.
"Alright." She patted my cheek lightly, then stopped, leaving her hand there as she eyed the base of my throat. "There was a bargain tattoo there this morning." She lifted her fingers to a small patch of bare skin.
If she kept touching me like this, so willingly and casually, I would lose control of myself completely.
