“Then consider this yer first and last proper warning, Flower.”
I could barely hear myself speak, but somehow, Wild’s voice cut through the noise in my head like a blade through butter.
“There's nogetting awayfrom a Wild Wolf. If ye run, we give chase and put e beneath us. Like this…”
He shifted his hips again, and my stomach didn't just pool with disgust this time, it flipped, turning all the way over. My vision swam with the terrible feeling, and I had to close my eyes with a gasp as my body involuntarily shuddered, clenching and unclenching around the thing wedged against my folds. I'd never in my life felt disgust like this.
“It’s not disgust,” Wild answered my thoughts as if I'd spoken out loud. His voice was no longer at my neck but somewhere above me. “Let me show ye, Flower…”
The pressure between my legs eased.
Thank the wolf…I began to think — right before the hard thing was replaced by another kind of insistent pressure. Hot. And wet.
My eyes popped back open.
Wild's head was between my legs, his shoulders pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, holding them apart as he flexed his tongue inside my folds, kissing me in the same lewd way my sister's mate did after they were pronounced wolf and wife.
But down below!
Wild was… I panted out the realization. Wild was doing to me what Priscilla had done to Amanda. To give her relief.
That was the only coherent thought I managed to have before my entire world exploded into the kind of stars that couldn't be blocked by closing your eyes.
And one central truth emerged from the brain-melting chaos.
Wild was right.
It wasn’t disgust.
Thick, languorous bolts of pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever known, coursed through me as if they’d been waiting inside of me all this time for someone to come along and unleash them.
Someone like Wild.
He continued to kiss me down below, circling the tip of his tongue around one distinct point inside my folds. A point so piercing that an unintended cry of pleasure ripped out of me, broken and confused.
No, Wild hadn't torn out my throat, but he was killing me. I was dying. This wasn't… I was certain of it… this wasn't something I could survive.
I moved my hands down to Wild’s hair to make him stop whatever special thing he was doing before he unalived me.
But instead of pushing him away, I somehow ended up tugging on his hair, pulling his mouth even deeper into my most intimate space.
All my thoughts about my imminent death scattered as Wild devoured me. Tried to reform — only to collapse underneath another crest of soaring pleasure.
"Oh,oh!"My eyes closed again, and my head fell back against the patchy grass as the intense sensations thrashed through me.
“Alright, that’s enough!” a harsh voice growled above us.
Suddenly, the space between my legs emptied, and I opened my eyes to find Sea standing above Wild, who now lay sprawled on his back several meters away from me as if he'd fallen. Or been flung.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sea snarled down at Wild.
“I thought ye said she had tolearn?” Wild sat up with a feral grin and something glistening around his bearded mouth.
My essence, I realized with an icy gut punch of shame.
He wiped it off with the back of his hand before bragging to Sea, “I’d say our Flower has been thoroughly educated about the difference between disgust and arousal, wouldn’t ye?”
Sea’s furious gaze snapped to me. Then lowered.
