“You could wait your turn.” So she wants to drag this out? She seems to lose her nerve when I drop the soft cotton pants I wore to bed, leaving me naked in her presence. The telltale flicker of her gaze darting down to my swinging cock is a dead giveaway. Maybe I’m not playing fair, but there’s nothing fair about any of this.
“When you have a bad habit of trying to run away? I don’t think so.” When she doesn’t move, I go around her, forcing her to step aside while I turn on the shower.
“Fine.” She joins me, and instantly it feels like the temperature of the water has changed. I don’t know who is daring who anymore. I only know the need to touch her is almost too much to live with as I watch her go through the motions of soaking her hair, then using my shampoo to wash it.
Every move she makes sends water splashing, rolling down her skin, soon mixing with the suds from her hair. I’m in a trance, unable to peel my gaze away from the mesmerizing show. Not even when she catches me watching and gives me a heated glare. “Is this why you wanted to be in here? To watch me do this again?”
Her body tells a different story that has nothing to do with her tart words. “I think you enjoy it.”
“I think you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorts, finishing her rinse, tipping her head so her hair is slicked back against her head.
I know what I’m talking about, because I can smell her arousal. She is completely aware of my attention, and she likes it. She can’t deny it no matter how she argues. Her body will always give her away.
And it almost drives me to the brink of insanity, because I can’t claim her. How easy it would be, too. She would give in because this is meant to be. She’s as powerless as I am against fate. My cock surges now, twitching every time a wave of her sweet, musky arousal reaches me. I want to bury my nose in her and breathe deep, soaking her into my soul. My fists clench and my teeth grind, and I’m sure this is the end. I’m going to lose my soul over this girl.
She gasps when I make my move. “What are you doing?” I barely know myself, which is why I don’t answer in words.Instead, I lower myself to my knees on the wet tile, giving her no choice but to back up against the wall. The scent is stronger now, and a growl stirs in my throat as I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder.
And now nothing could stop me. I would kill anyone who tried to keep me from soaking in her heady aroma. She whimpers when my breath hits her skin, bearing down and spreading her legs wider. She’s as helpless as I am, unable to stop this.
All it takes is one taste of her, and I’m an addict. Her sweetness dances across my tongue as I indulge again, sliding through her hot, slick folds, licking up the wetness that flows from her like a river. Her hands find the back of my head, and she clutches tight, nails grazing my scalp, tugging my hair, adding to the sensations sizzling through me.
But it’s the sound of her that keeps me going, that makes me want more. The high-pitched whimpers. The deep, guttural moans. “Kyran…” she almost sobs, shaking from the force of what no one has ever made her feel before. And there’s so much more I want to show her.
For now, I settle for teasing her clit with my tongue, flicking it in quick, short strokes that make her grind her hips against my face. “Oh, god, yes!” she cries, grinding harder, searching for relief while I eat her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. The scruff of my beard chafes her thighs, and her nails sink into my shoulders hard enough to make pain and pleasure fight for control. And still, I feast on her, determined to get my fill of her fresh, juicy pussy.
“Oh, god,” she sobs, frantic. “Oh, don’t stop… Don’t stop!”
Then a flood coats my chin while she shudders, whimpering in the aftermath. And I hold on, lapping up every drop, teasing out the aftershocks of her pleasure until she releases a deep, satisfied sigh.
While I’m anything but satisfied.
Chapter 9
Tara
I’ve never feltanything like that. It was like flying. I was almost afraid of it, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.
And now a familiar peace and warmth floods my system, but I’m left with the funniest feeling that something’s missing. Of course, I know what my wolf wants. I know this isn’t enough, that it’s like covering a gaping wound with Scotch tape.
And I know he’s feeling it. I can feel it myself, his need. I can see it, too. He’s rigid, swaying back and forth as he gets to his feet. His breathing is ragged, full of frustration at not getting what he wants more than anything.
I’m not quite sure what I’m doing as I get on my knees in front of him. It feels right, though. Giving him what he gave me, even if I don’t know where to start. I only know I need to take the edge off for him, like he did for me.
When I finally find the courage to look up at him, his eyes are narrowed, his clenched teeth bared. “Put it in your mouth,” he growls, sending a shiver up my spine. “You can start slow.”
I know how big he is—I’ve had him inside me. But putting him in my mouth is another story. It takes a second for me to adjust and get over the urge to gag as I lower my head, taking more and more of him until he hits the back of my throat.There’s a salty tang to him that I like. Maybe I’m supposed to like it.
“Just like that,” he urges, cupping the back of my head. “So fucking good.”
There is something exciting about this. I feel myself getting wetter every time he moans. I’m doing a good job, making him feel the way he made me feel. There’s something kind of powerful about that. Holding his pleasure, being in control of it as my head bobs up and down in a rhythm that gets smoother as I get the hang of what I’m doing.
“Use your tongue,” he urges, and when I open my eyes, I find him looking down at me. Watching me pleasure him. An electric current passes between us and makes me want to do better. I want him to come like he made me come.
So I follow his cues, doing more of what he likes. Running my tongue along his underside, sucking harder when he begs for it. “Yeah, that’s good,” he whispers, moving his hips a little, so his head hits my throat again and again. “You are so good to my cock. So good.”
Soon all I can do is hang on while he takes over, pushing into my mouth, holding my head still while he fucks my face. But there’s nothing brutal about it, nothing I can’t handle. I know it’s what his bear needs, and I want to give it to him. I want him to have everything.
“Fuck, Tara.” He’s losing his breath along with his rhythm, tensing up, holding my head tighter. “Let me come down your throat. Stay right there.”
