He yanks my blouse up and over my head in one swift motion, tossing it aside like it’s offending him. His eyes darken as they rake over me, taking in the black bra I threw on this morning. It’s nothing special, but the way he stares makes me feel like a goddess.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
His mouth descends before I can respond, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping at my collarbone hard enough to make me gasp. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, but it’s not enough. I need skin. I need all of him. I claw at the buttons, popping a couple in my haste, and he chuckles low in his throat—a sound that vibrates through me, sending liquid heat between my thighs.
“Impatient, are we?” he teases, but his own hands are just as urgent, sliding around to unhook my bra with expert precision.
The straps slip off my shoulders and down my arms. Cool air hits my bare skin, making my nipples pebble instantly. Kain’s gaze drops, and the hunger there—raw, primal—makes my wolf preen. He cups my breasts, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks, and I arch into him with a moan that’s downright needy.
“Yes,” I breathe, because it’s all I can manage. Yes to this. Yes to him.
His mouth replaces his hands, latching onto one nipple with a suck that’s so hard and perfect, it borders on pain without going all the way there. I cry out, my fingers digging into his scalp, holding him there as he lavishes attention on my breasts—tongue swirling, teeth grazing then soothing with wet, languid licks. Heat builds low in my belly, a throbbing ache that has me grinding against his thigh for friction.
I’m already soaked. My panties are clinging uncomfortably, and we’ve barely started.
Kain’s free hand slides down my stomach and pops the button on my pants with a flick. He doesn’t waste time, unzipping and tugging them over my hips, taking my underwear with them in one rough pull. I step out of them clumsily, kicking off my shoes, and suddenly I’m naked in front of him, completely exposed and trembling with want. His eyes devour me, lingering on the apex of my thighs where I’m slick and ready for him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice husky. “So wet for me already. Have you been thinking about this, Anne? About me inside you?”
I nod, biting my lip as his fingers trace teasing patterns up my inner thigh, so close to where I need him but not quite. “Ever since that night,” I admit, my voice breathy. “I tried not to, but…fuck, Kain, I couldn’t stop.”
He groans at that, like my confession is the hottest thing he’s ever heard, and then finally—finally!—his fingers find my center. He strokes through my folds deliberately, circling my clit with just enough pressure to make my hips buck.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and the words send a fresh wave of arousal crashing through my body.
Two fingers push inside, stretching me, curling just right to hit the spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I whimper, riding his hand shamelessly, chasing the building pleasure.
But it’s not enough. I need more. I need him. I tug at his belt, fumbling with the buckle until he helps and shoves his pants down. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight—I’ve fantasized about this, about taking him in my hand, my mouth, my body. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking firmly, and he hisses through his teeth, thrusting into my grip.
“Anne…fuck.”
We tumble onto the couch—no time for the bedroom, not with this urgency burning between us. He lands between my legs, his weight pressing me down in the best way. I wrap my thighs around his waist, pulling him closer. Our mouths crash together again as he positions himself at my entrance, teasing with shallow plunges that have me whining into his kiss.
“Please,” I beg, nails scraping down his back. “Kain, now.”
He doesn’t make me wait. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me, filling me so completely that I gasp at the stretch. It’s intense, bordering on too much, but it’s perfect—god, so perfect. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling.
“You feel incredible,” he groans. “So tight, so wet. Made for me.”
Then, he starts moving. Slowly at first—deep rolls of his hips that drag against every sensitive nerve. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies finding the rhythm as if we’ve done this a thousand times before. The mate bond hums between us, amplifying everything—the pleasure, the connection, the raw need. My wolf is ecstatic, howling inside my head, but this is me, too. Me choosing him. Me surrendering to this fire we’ve reignited.
He picks up speed, pounding into me harder, the couch creaking under us. His hand slides between our bodies, finding my clit again, rubbing in tight circles that have me seeing white.
“Come for me, Anne,” he commands, voice gravelly. “I want to feel you clench around my cock.”
His command pushes me over the edge. Pleasure coils tight and snaps, my orgasm ripping through me violently. I cry out his name, the walls of my pussy fluttering around him, pulling him deeper. He follows moments later, thrusting erratically as he spills inside me, hot and deep, his growl vibrating against my neck.
We collapse together, sweaty and spent, his body covering mine like a blanket. He presses soft kisses to my shoulder, my jaw, my lips, murmuring words I can’t quite catch but feel in my soul. For the first time in years, the ache in my chest is gone. Replaced by a sense of warmth, of realness.
And as I drift in the afterglow, tangled in his arms, I know I made the right choice. For my wolf. For me. For us.
Eleven dayslater
The blanket beneath us is soft, the grass underneath even softer. Sunlight filters through the trees overhead, dappling everything in gold and green, and I sigh. I’m genuinely happy.
Kain lounges beside me, propped up on one elbow, a grape held between his fingers. “Open,” he says, his voice teasing.
I roll my eyes first, but I comply. He places the grape on my tongue with exaggerated care, and I bite down, the burst of sweetness making me moan with delight.
