AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Right now, I’m a man on a mission, there’s a fire licking flames through my core as I ease the thick cotton down over her hips. Fox makes tiny noises somewhere between a protest and a whimper, and I feel the heavy weight of the gusset as I slide them down her legs.
With my eyes on hers, I rub my finger and thumb over the wet inner layer of material. She must be past the heaviest days, but it’s unmistakably fresh blood beneath my touch.
With lips parted, a delicious quiver races the length of her body.
I keep my gaze fastened on hers…and suck the pad of my thumb into my mouth.
39
Holy fucking shit. My insides turn to knots as the wolf standing between my thighs runs his tongue over the pad of his thumb.
His thumb covered in a smear of blood.
My blood.
I’m trapped somewhere between disbelief and the most primal kind of arousal I could imagine. When I hobbled my way into the kitchen tonight to reheat my wheat bag and find some painkillers, I could never in a thousand lifetimes have imagined this is where I’d end up.
About to have Raven do god-knows-what to me while I’m spread out beside the washbasin, bleeding.
“Come on my tongue first, and then you can have my cock.” He settles himself with his shoulders wedged between my thighs, and I’m coiled as tight as a spring. This feels like a million different kinds of wrong; it’s unfathomably dirty and yet, he’s staring up at me with glittering eyes. It makes no sense to my brain, but for some reason he wants this. Under the intensity of his gaze, I somehow feel like a queen on a throne made out of marble tile and mirror.
I’m sure there’s no air in my lungs, or my breath has stalled somewhere in my throat as he lowers his head. All the while, a torrential downpour of intrusive thoughts assault me. Worrying about how I’ll taste, or what I smell like, or what he’ll think of…
And then his mouth closes over my clit, and everything goes blank.
My wolf is eating me out for the first time, and of course, it’s while my pussy is coated in crimson.
His tongue laps and swirls around to explore every inch of me. As he licks and sucks with torturous precision, my body is so hyper-sensitive it feels like I could shatter at any moment. I’ve always been a horny mess during my time of the month, but I have never entertained the idea that someone else might enjoy my body in this particular state. The bundle of nerves he’s working are unbelievably aroused and more responsive than ever. Meanwhile, every glide and lick along the ruffles of my pussy sends sparks flying down toward my fingers and toes.
I buck and writhe beneath him. Panting and gasping and whimpering all sorts of unintelligible noises.
His mouth makes the filthiest wet sounds as he presses my knees wider, and his tongue explores everywhere.
As the crest of the wave begins to rise, he must sense it from the way my muscles tense. It only drives him to pin me down with greater force. He’s merciless, continuing his onslaught. The part that finally hurls me over the edge is when he looks up from between the junction of my thighs—with dark crimson highlighting his cheekbones—and while I’m trapped in his gaze, sucks down on my clit.
“Oh, fuck, Raven, I’m—”
I fail to get any other words out. My climax roars through my ears while I quake and fall apart on his tongue, just as he commanded. Entirely consumed by the carnal, dirty scene he painted.
My wolf strikes quickly, shifting up my body, and he takes my breasts in both hands. Pinching my aching nipples and covering them with his hot, bloodied mouth. As he moves between the two, he smears the evidence of me all over my skin, and it feels like I’m being branded anew. Claimed by this man again in the most primal anointing possible, where my blood serves as a ceremonial oil and this bathroom counter stands in place of an altar.
The last time it was his cum filling me while forcing my body to accept him. This time, it’s the way he’s taken the most intimate part of me and uses it to leave the evidence of how easily I bend to his will smeared in bright red streaks across my tits.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes clamp shut as he bites down on one of the tight buds, and brilliant sparks of pain melt into liquid pleasure.
“Open your mouth.” His voice is pure sin. I blindly open wide, sticking out my tongue, and that’s when I feel it.
He spits onto my tongue.
A coppery tang fills my senses, and I’m a moaning, pathetic mess. It’s beyond dirty. There is no way in hell this should be turning me into a pool of lust.
Raven hasn’t even made an attempt to kiss me, or shown any interest in doing so. Yet he just spat my own blood into my mouth.
The sickest part is that right now, in this tiny bubble of desire, it feels like the sexiest thing I never knew I needed.
This man is going to be the end of me.
I’m nothing but his to control from that point onward. He’s officially broken my brain. I’m lost in a slutty fantasy where Raven is my nirvana, and I’ll gladly crawl across crushed glass naked for him. All he needs to do is snap those tattooed, silver-ringed fingers.
