Aurelia shifts, rocking her hips as my fingertips travel upward to brush against the thin fabric covering her center. Spurred on by her reaction, I lick her throat and at the same time drag my fingers over the dampness already soaking her underwear. She rocks against me, desperate for more contact.
I want to push her down to grind against my lap, pull my cock out and slide into her to the hilt, but I’m not sure I can handle fucking her right now. Not when I’m fighting so many strange instincts at once.
The wolf side of me wants to keep biting her everywhere, while the Fae side is struggling to keep my wings in. I’m not sure what would happen if I were inside her, but it would probably be catastrophic.
But I can’t leave her like this, dripping and needy.
I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear, tugging the delicate fabric down over her curves. She lifts slightly to help, but the cotton snags at her ankle, then falls to the floor.
Her wetness coats my fingertips as I circle her entrance, teasing. I lower my mouth back to the mark on her throat, drawing the tender skin between my lips. Aurelia’s thighs tense as she rises up on her knees, her breath catching in her throat. When I finally slide two fingers inside, her walls clench and I freeze my hand in place, feeling her pulse through the slick heat clenching around my fingers.
“M-more,” she gasps, squirming when I hold my hand still.
I smirk. “Someone’s greedy.”
She gives me a defiant look, and rolls her hips purposefully against my hand. “Someone’s an asshole.”
Well, now, I’m determined not to move until she begs for it. I keep my fingers buried inside her, feeling her pulse pounding, but don’t move. “Say please.”
She opens her mouth, clearly about to comply, but then she stops. Her eyes narrow in defiance. “Why should I?”
“I thought that was obvious. Because if you don’t I’m not going to make you come.”
She scoffs. “As if my pleasure belongs to you.”
“Every part of you belongs to me,” I growl before I realize what I’m saying.
Aurelia’s eyes flare with…something. It’s lust and something else. Anger maybe. Defiance.
She doesn’t say anything. Instead she rolls her hips again, rising up on her knees and then sinking back down on my fingers. I gape at her as her hips begin a slow, deliberate rhythm, her eyelids fluttering closed as she takes what she needs from me, and my cock throbs painfully at the sight.
The marks on her throat bloom crimson against her tan skin, and I trace each one with the tip of my tongue, tasting salt and something sweeter beneath. Her fingers dig into my shoulders for balance as she rocks harder against my palm, her movements growing more urgent with each shallow breath.
She’s so fucking pretty like this. So perfect.
I can’t take it anymore. She wins.
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her thighs tremble. She gasps, and I can’t stop myself from doing it again, stroking over her inner walls as she keeps rising and falling faster and faster. Her breath is ragged, and I can tell she’s getting tired but hasn’t yet reached the point of release.
I’m not really sure who it’s for, her or me, when I finally take over, thrusting my fingers into her hard, my palm slappingagainst her clit. I can feel her growing wetter and wetter, and hear every one of her broken gasps as thighs begin to quiver, her nails digging half-moons into my skin.
She closes her eyes as she chokes out a broken sob, her entire body quaking. I hate it. I want her to look at me. I want her to know that she’s mine. “Look at me.”
Aurelia ignores me, keeping her eyes firmly closed. Growling, I lean in and sink my teeth into her throat a second time. Her eyes fly open and she lets out a silent scream as she completely falls apart, wetness drips down her trembling thighs.
I withdraw my hand from her and suck my fingers into my mouth, the taste of her mingling with the blood still on my lips. Every part of her is mine.
The next morning, all I can think about is if last night changed things between me and Fox.
It’s not so much that he made me come—we’ve certainly crossed larger physical boundaries before—it’s that he evidently thinks I belong to him.
I assume he didn’t really mean it and only said it in the heat of the moment. Not that he’s typically the type to speak without thinking, but still. He’s the one who didn’t want more…whatever “more” even means.
Maybe he realized how his comment sounded, and that’s why he didn’t try anything else after I’d recovered from possibly the most intense orgasm of my entire life. Perhaps he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, or accidentally make them stronger.
I’m still not sure what I want, so neither of us mentions what happened, and the morning starts out the same as usual, with Fox and I heading to breakfast.
When we arrive, the center of the camp is full of soldiers. I don’t seem to be getting as many dirty looks as usual. In fact, a few people even smile at me. I turn to Fox to ask what’s going on, but find he’s not paying attention. He has that faraway look on his face, like he’s talking to someone in his head.
