He put a hand on my thigh, and I leaned a little closer. "Alright, fine. We're not actually having sex though. I haven't worked through the ultimatum."
"When has not actually having sex ever stopped me?" He dragged his fingers lightly over the front of my shorts, and I arched my hips a little.
"Put your hands on my arm so your nails dry," he said, the casual command so veryNiallthat it made me miss him even more than usual.
I put my hands on his forearm, holding his thick, inked up body the way I always had when we did this.
It wascomfortable. Normal. And I craved that.
He teased me slowly, over the front of my shorts, and I tipped my head back. My eyes closed as he dragged me to the edge without even really touching me.
"Niall," I moaned, arching and rocking as he put a little more pressure on my clit, still dragging his fingers over me so fucking slowly.
This was how it always was with him.
He would wring every possible orgasm from me, even when we were in a bathroom stall, one of our vehicles, or in the middle of the forest.
"Did the wolf make you feel like this?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
"God, no."
"How many other men did you let touch you?"
"None." My fingers dug into his biceps.I was right on the border of a climax, so close it was almost painful.
And he pulled his fingers away.
I groaned.
When I opened my eyes to look at his face, he wore a dangerous look that told me this was revenge. Revenge for screwing Jonah, probably.
Niall slipped his hand in the waistband of my shorts, and harsh breaths escaped us both when his fingers finally slid between my folds, dragging lightly over my slick clit. I arched against his hand, trying to ride it the way I wanted to, but he didn't give me what I wanted.
"Did you fuck him inourhouse?" he asked, his voice low.
"No. He'd never been there until you met him."
"Did he wear a condom?"
"Yes," I groaned. "Obviously. Wolves are super fertile, and I wasn't risking anything with him."
"Did yousnuggle?" There was more of a growl to his voice now than before. He cared more, about the answer to this question.
"No. We went running afterward."
He stroked my clit lightly. Just once.
I could've cried, it felt so good.
"You had to burn off energyafterfucking him?"
"Unfortunately."
Niall made a noise of carnal satisfaction. "I should kill him anyway. Would that get his mark off your skin?"
"You're really bothered about that mark."
"You'remine,Livvy. And I don't fucking share."
