Coming to a halt in front of our tent, I practically tear the flap off in my haste to get inside. I put Aurelia down on the bed and she blinks up at me.
Somehow she looks even better than I remember. But then, I always feel that way. Every time she came to my room I would swear it was the best sex I’d ever had, and that she was even more beautiful than before.
Aurelia rises up on her knees and grips the hem of her dress and begins stripping it over her head. She’s not wearing any corset or undershirt, which leaves her in only a single scrap of lace and her tall leather boots.
My mouth goes dry. I make a conscious effort to stare at her tits not her face, because both are practically hypnotic, but at least with her body I can pretend this is just physical—that I’m not falling into something I swore I’d never let happen again.
“This doesn’t change anything, right?” I blurt out, wondering if I sound as desperate as I feel.
She blinks, but otherwise her expression doesn’t change. “No, of course not.”
I nod, already hating myself for having to remind her that I can’t give her what she wants or deserves.
I can’t make myself stay away from her, that much is clear, but my weakness doesn’t change the facts. There can’t be anything more between us than this. The best that could ever happen is we could be like Kai and Inga, with seven children and no formal claim.
More likely, Aurelia will eventually get tired of not getting what she needs and go off to find someone else who can give her everything.
That idea fills me with equal parts pain and relief.
Aurelia climbs off the bed and walks over to me, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for my trousers. They’re already hanging too low on my hips, half undone from when I woke up, and a shudder runs through me as she slides her warm hand beneath my waistband.
I let out a hiss as she wraps her small fingers around my cock and squeezes. I don’t need her to pump me like she does; I’m already harder than I can remember ever being.
She walks backwards toward the bed, hand still wrapped around me beneath the waistband of my trousers, pulling me with her like a dog on a leash. I growl, and she grins wickedly. It’s slightly humiliating to have her lead me around, by the cock, but oddly appropriate.
“Sit,” she says, nodding toward the bed. My knees buckle before I can think. The mattress sinks beneath me as I sit, Aurelia’s fingers never loosening around my length.
A sound catches in my throat when she steps closer, close enough that I can breathe in her familiar scent, like pine and cranberries. She finally shoves my trousers further down and pulls my cock out and slides her hand up and down, never breaking my gaze. Her eyes darken and her nipples hardened to peaks, just inches from my mouth.
I tilt my head back to meet her gaze as I take one nipple between my lips. My right hand grips a handful of her ass, squeezing lightly while my left hand reaches up to play with her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
She presses her hips forward and leans her head back, moaning.
I let my teeth elongate and scrape them over her sensitive nipple. She gasps and looks down at me, her eyes so dilated now that they’re nearly black.
I scrape my teeth over her breast again. “I had no idea you could come just from this. Is it better than when you come on my cock?”
She whimpers, but shakes her head. “No.”
“Is it worse?” I ask, watching her face.
“No.” Her eyes flutter closed. “It’s different, but should we really be talking about this?”
My eyes widen. She’s right, and I’m obviously too far gone to remember that we should be quiet. Honestly, I don’t think I care. It’s not as if we’re talking about magic or how to fake our mate bond, and most wolves are so used to hearing sex at this point that they drown it out. I’m not worried.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, my voice rough as I ignore her question and instead scrape my teeth over her nipple again.
She gives the base of my cock a quick squeeze. “I don’t know. Bite me while you fuck me and I’ll tell you which I like better.”
I growl deep in my throat. That’s exactly what I want to do.
Reaching between us to pull Aurelia’s hand away before she manages to make me come embarrassingly quickly, I grip her by the hips and spin her around until she’s standing between my legs with her back to me, then slide my hands around to cup her pussy through her scrap of lacy underwear. I drag it to the side, then cup her bare mound in one hand, yanking her backwards onto my lap.
Every time she sits on my lap like this during dinner or just now by the fire, I can’t think of anything else but pushing her little skirt out of the way and bouncing her on my cock. It’s always a struggle to stay focused enough not to get hard while she’s grinding her ass against me, but now I don’t have to bother.
She gasps when she lands with my cock crushed between her thighs.
She wriggles her hips, dragging her wet pussy back and forth until she can find the right angle, then lifts up enough to slide back down, my cock disappearing into her inch by inch.
