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“Kai…” Ayla mumbled against my lips. The raw need there was a final sledgehammer to my self-control.
I growled in response, my hands gripping her hips and lifting her off her feet.
She let out a little squeak, which was far too cute, then wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the heat pressing up against my stomach, and I wondered exactly how wet those panties were. My inner wolf rumbled at having such undeniable evidence of her arousal. The scent would fade over time, but the memory wouldn’t.
I walked her back to the oversized bed and set her on it. She bounced slightly, letting out yet another adorable squeak, but I steadied her by letting my hands slide to her thighs. We were already both breathing hard, thoroughly caught up in each other.
The way she was looking up at me, those icy blue eyes wide and full of so much, and the idea that I was the one who made her feel that way, was awe-inducing. I wanted to watch every single emotion that marched across her face. To just absorb them all until they were stored in my brain for eternity.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathed, bending down to kiss her yet again. I could have stayed there forever, my tongue sliding over hers, my teeth nipping at her, but eventually, my need was overwhelming. I wanted so much more. I wanted to taste her, to fill her, to have her come again and again. On my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. The possibilities all spun up in a dizzying crescendo that had me making my way down her body.
“Kai,” she gasped again as I kissed my way down in a lavish descent, the softness of her uniform rough compared to her skin. I needed to get her out of all that fabric.
“Yes?” Finally my knees hit the floor, and I slid my fingers toward the drawstring that held her pants up, tugging gently until the cord loosened. “Do you need something?” I was teasing, and we both knew it, but I didn’t feel irritation trickle through our bond. There was a little good-natured sexual frustration, but my mate, my Ayla, loved what I did to her.
Wasn’t that just a rush of a feeling? The idea that such a powerful, reserved woman, one who’d kept to herself in order to save those around her for so long, would crumble at what I did to her, at the pleasure I gave… phew. It had me straining in my pants within seconds flat, and oh so hungry to give her everything she thought she needed and more.
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to it or would ever slow down, and I didn’t want to. I enjoyed the feral way my body reacted to Ayla, and how my mind was constantly fizzing and sparking around her. It was like she’d unlocked a part of myself I hadn’t even known was tucked away before—a part open to sensations and possibilities I’d never even thought were options.
Thus I wanted to repay her for that elation, to show her even a fraction of everything she’d given me. So, I pulled her pants off, sliding them down those milky thighs, then her calves, before throwing them to the side somewhere to worry about them later.
Part of me just wanted to seal my mouth over the simple underwear she wore, to eat her out through the fabric like a starved wolf. But I also knew that, for once, we didn’t have to rush. Well, not compared to our other furtive meetings, so I’d take my time with her. At least I’d try to until I lost my patience and devoured her.
“Every day you just get more perfect,” I said, breathing her in as I brushed my lips along her thigh. I loved the way her muscles jumped beneath my touch, how the rest of her body was just beginning to tremble. More evidence of how much I affected her, bringing out the primal side of me always lingering behind a wall of civility.
“Kai…” she whined.
I swore my cock jumped in my pants. Gods, I wanted her so badly, and I had her. No matter what my parents and uncle conspired, no matter who cursed her, no matter anything, I was hers, and she was mine. Even if our bond wasn’t completed, it didn’t matter. We were locked in step with each other, supporting, growing, and by the gods, we were going to break that curse of hers.
“Yes?” I murmured against her other thigh, making sure to touch it with the same ghost of a sensation, watching with rapt attention as goosebumps spread across near translucent skin.
I loved the contrast between the deeper tones of my complexion and her borderline lack of one. Although we were a pair, without a doubt, I liked the fact we weren’t identical. Our differences just enhanced our bond, allowing us to cover for the weaknesses of the other.
“More, please. I need you.”
How could I ever resist such a plea? I was going to give my love whatever she wanted.
I was so incredibly lucky she wanted me.
I put more pressure into my kisses, letting her truly feel them as I trailed them up one thigh, then another. I could smell the way her pheromones spiked as I drew closer to her center, only to sour ever so slightly with disappointment when I skipped over her pussy. I could tell she was already wet, and it took a near godlike amount of control to not just dive right in.
I was caught between the mantra of patience, patience, patience, and also needing to make the most of every moment. I’d become spoiled by how often I got to hear Ayla orgasm, and I needed to hear that melody so badly, my teeth were on edge.
It wasn’t exactly long before I finally hooked my fingers into the side of her underwear and ripped. It was a bad habit, but it was hot, and I loved the way her hips jerked, and how a gasp ripped out of her mouth when I did it.
“You’re lucky the palace has issued me extras,” Ayla panted, but there was no bite in her voice. There was just lust dripping off of every word, her pupils so dilated that her baby blues disappeared.
Fuck, the things she did to me.
I bit one of her thighs for her cheekiness, but then I couldn’t wait any longer. I began licking, parting her wet folds with my muscle. Gods, she tasted good, like arousal, heat, and just something so singularly her.
“Kai! Shit, oh, Kai!”
It was music, pure and simple, and I let the melody fuel me as I put my all into making Ayla come on my face. I licked, sucked, and kissed in all the ways I’d learned she liked being wound up, making sure she was absolutely sopping before I finally slid a finger in.
Just one at first. I knew Ayla liked some bite in her pleasure, but this wasn’t the time for that. I wanted her so lost in a haze of ecstasy, she couldn’t remember what was up, what was down, or where she was, so that there was only her, and me, and everything we could build up between us.
“More, Kai. Please, give me more,” Ayla begged, looking down at me. The way the pink drenched her fine features, and how that cute mouth of hers hung open had me throbbing yet again, my manhood desperate to be inside her. Aching for it.
