Page 140 of Plug and Drain

“Bed,” she breathed, and it wasn’t a question.

Something flickered in Arken’s expression. Doubt?

If he was worried that she would regret it…that she felt obligated to have sex with him…

“I want this,” she insisted, releasing him and spreading her arms wide. “Take me to bed.” Her tone was commanding, her posture vulnerable, and she suddenly wondered if what she was offering him was enough.

Arken frowned, and she panicked as she felt the moment slipping away.

Have I ruined it?

No. Arken was inside his own head, overthinking things. Beneath his calm demeanour, he was a worrier. Now that he was showing her the real Arken, she recognised the type of person he was at once: sensible, and a realist. The type to weigh the pros and cons of a situation before making a decision.

She could see him calculating all the ways things could go wrong and backfire on them later.

She made an exasperated sound, and taking a leap of faith, she flung her arms around him in a hug, gripping him tightly. He flinched as her claws pierced his shirt, but he didn’t pull away. He bowed his head to rest his forehead against hers, somehow radiating both calmness and agitation.

Arken was surprisingly quiet. She supposed they hardly needed words with the charged connection pulsing between them.

Her mind was a mess, but it whirred into action as she began to mentally formulate a list of reasons as to why going to the bed was a good idea. Before she could present these reasons out loud, the ground suddenly disappeared beneath her feet. She gave a shriek.

Arken laughed in triumph as he carried her to her bed, and she returned his smile sheepishly as he set her onto the mattress.

He didn’t say a word as he undressed her. That just made everything more intense as he painstakingly rolled up her damp shirt and pulled it over her head. He paused for a long moment to stare at her, his fingers tracing beneath the swell of her breasts, and then up between them to her neck. She shivered.

He then set about removing her pyjama pants. There were buttons on them that were purely decorative and did not require unbuttoning, but he undid those as well, as if it were a vital task that required his utmost concentration.

By the time he slipped her pink panties down, she was blushing furiously and feeling hot and bothered. Her wolf pheromones permeated the air, musky and wild, and she was aching and wet.

Arken stared at her almost unblinkingly, his gaze travelling over her as if memorising every part of her. She felt exposed beneath his gaze as he placed his hands on her knees and spread her. He stared at her naked body as he began undoing his belt at a tauntingly slow speed. Aching pains grew in her core, and she squirmed.

“Arken.”

His gaze snapped to hers, and without uttering a single word, he unfastened his belt and trousers lacings with expert speed.

Finally.

His trousers opened and his cock sprung free. He leant down, his body hovering over hers, his pelvis angling down, his hands interlocking with hers as the broad head of his cock met her entrance.

And then…

He. Fucking. Waited.

Susie shook her head in frustration. He was such a handsome, intelligent, and infuriatingly patient man.

She raised her hips, trying to lift herself high enough to make him breach her entrance.

It almost worked, but not quite, and he pinned her hands on either side of her head.

“Take me,” she pleaded, biting her lip. “I want you to.”

The last inkling of doubt faded from Arken’s face, and he lowered his body, kissing her deeply as his cock penetrated her slickness and sunk inside her until she felt like she couldn’t take any more.

He gave a shuddery breath and paused, and she glanced down curiously. Only half his length was inside her, but she felt full.

Wonderfully full.

Stretched and aching, her clit throbbing as a moan left her lips.