“You’ve got me.” He pulls back, his gaze intense. “You’re so beautiful, Julia. Can I see more of you?”
I hesitate. I have children who are now adults, and my body shows it. I am soft where I used to be toned. My skin is marked by time and motherhood. I have no idea how he’ll react to seeing all that evidence of our incompatibility, but he asked for it, so I shrug my cardigan off my shoulders, letting it fall to the counter, exposing the unseasonable little sundress I wore underneath.
I pull down the straps one at a time, letting the top of the dress pool around my stomach. My breath hitches when I see the eager, rapid swish of his reddish-brown tail as he takes in my pale-pink bra, a gesture so candidly happy it eases my self-doubt. His eyes darken as they roam over my breasts, which look a little better than usual because I wore my good lingerie for once. It’s a set I bought for my anniversary last year in the hopes of maybe addinga little spark back to my marriage, but I never wore because I was worried what Richard would say when he saw my body in it.
“Gods, Julia,” Ian breathes, his voice thick. He cups his hands over my breasts, squeezing gently, before pulling down the cups of my bra. The exposure pebbles my nipples, and I instinctively cross my arms over them, heat rising up my neck.
“Um. They look better in the bra,” I mumble, tucking them back in. “They’re a little saggy from breastfeeding. And they have stretchmarks.”
He cajoles my arms down, holding my wrists gently. “You don’t have to hide from me. You are a vision. These curves”—he leans down, his warm tongue laving over the swell of one breast, just dipping beneath the lace—”are for my eyes. For my mouth and hands. For my pups.”
Even though we’ve agreed that I won’t nurse them, the wordpupssends a shockwave of pure, animal heat through me. It’s a reminder of where this is going. He’s going to come inside me in the next hour, give or take.
I don’t know why I thought I might not be able to conceive at my age. My fertility isn’t an abstract concept anymore. It’s a throbbing, present ache when Ian is near me. Slickness gathers between my legs as he lavishes my breasts with attention, leavingmy bra in place as I asked, even though he clearly wants more.
“You can look at them,” I mumble, feeling my face burn. “If you want to.”
His chest rumbles with pleasure as he frees them again. He reaches for the now-softened ice cream, dipping two fingers into it. He holds eye contact with me as he slowly, deliberately, paints my breast with it.
I gasp. The cold is a shocking contrast to the heat of my skin. He lowers his head, his hot tongue following the trail he’d made, lapping up the mess with long, slow strokes. The warring sensations are exquisite: the chill, the heat, the texture of his tongue, the softness of his fur brushing my sensitive flesh.
I can’t help it…I moan, my head tipping back.
“So sweet,” he growls, his mouth closing around my nipple. He sucks gently, washing away the last of the ice cream with devastating warmth that goes straight to my clit. I cry out, my fingers tangling in his fur, holding him to me. He treats my other breast to the same torturous, wonderful attention, and by the time he’s done, I’m quivering and panting and have abandoned any shred of self-consciousness I’d been feeling.
He straightens up, his eyes glinting. “Tell me to slow down if you need it. Otherwise, I can’t wait another second to have you, pretty girl.”
In one swift motion, he hooks his arms under my knees and back, lifting me easily against his chest. He carries me through the cabin to his bedroom, laying me down on a huge, four-poster bed covered in a quilt. He strips my dress away, leaving me in my longline bra, panties, and stockings. I’m still pretty covered up, but I feel completely bare to his gaze.
He kneels on the floor at the foot of the bed, his hands spreading my thighs. “Look at you,” he breathes as he traces the lacy tops of my stockings and then the spreading damp spot on the crotch of my panties. Even this light touch makes me twitch and whimper. “So perfect. So ready for me. I can smell your desire, Julia. It’s the most intoxicating scent in the world to me.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply. He just pulls my panties to the side and buries his face between my legs.
No one has ever licked me like this before. Broad and relentless, his tongue invades my core, tasting me with a series of deep, searching strokes. He growls, the vibration thrumming through my most sensitive flesh, and my back arches off the bed. “Ian! Oh my god. What are you doing to me?”
“Good girl. Let me hear how much you like it.”
“I love it. Oh god. Please,” I beg as he dives back in, although I’m not sure what I’m praying for. A parallel universe where I get to have this every night,maybe? I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without it. He deserves to know what he’s doing to me. “I didn’t know it could feel so good.”
He grunts in response, the sound raw and filthy. “Tell me how ready you are for my seed.”
The need to have him inside me hits me like a truck. It’s the only thing that can quench the fire inside me and turn me back into a person I recognize.
“I need it,” I sigh, clutching at his ears to draw him up to me. “Please, don’t make me wait anymore.”
He gives a pleased chuckle and focuses on my clit, sucking the sensitive nub into the heat of his mouth. His tongue flicks over it with devastating precision, while his palm slides up my thigh until his thumb can circle my entrance, testing the slickness that’s now dripping from me. He pushes a thick finger inside me, and I clench around him, my body starving for fullness.
“So wet,” he groans against me. “So deep and wet for me. Your body knows what it needs. It’s begging to be filled, to be bred by your mate.”
The combination of his words and fingers and tongue tighten the coil of pleasure inside me until it’s unbearable. I babble, pleading to come, my hands fisting in his fur until my orgasm crashes over me, a brutal, stunning burst that has me calling his name, my body convulsing around his thrusting finger.
Before the last tremor fades, he’s moving, tearing off his shirt and jeans. I struggle to focus so I can get my first real look at him. The thick, ginger pelt on his head and neck fades into crisp body hair of the same color that furs his chest, belly, and limbs.
Between his legs, the hair thickens, covering his heavy balls in velvet. His cock emerges, red and slick, above them. He’s fully erect, thick and veined, and at the base, I can already see the noticeable swell of his knot. I’ve only seen a few cocks up close, but his is bigger than all of them. And if the mating pamphlets are to be believed, it’s going to swell even more inside me? The thought should be intimidating, but I’m too eager to care.
“Turn over, pretty girl.” Ian helps me and then positions himself behind me, his hands on my hips. I’m too wobbly to stay on my hands and knees, but he lifts my hips up until I feel the broad head of his cock press against my soaked entrance. He leans over me, his furry chest against my back, his mouth near my ear.
“This is when you take my knot,” he growls, his voice guttural as he strokes along my side. “This is when we make our pups. Do you still want that?”
