Page 25 of Fat Enemy Mate

“Goddess, Lara,” He groans, “I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re so tight. I can feel you milking my cock.”

His voice is filled with reverence, and the obscenity of his words makes my core clench. I look down and watch in wonder as his huge cock stretches me, disappearing inch by inch. I suddenly want more, and my hand goes to his back, trying to pull him closer. He chuckles, but it comes out strangled, “Lara, you’re going to make me blow. I want to take my time with you.”

But my body doesn’t want to wait; it wants to be filled. Just when I think he can’t possibly fill me anymore, he shifts his hips and goes deeper, making me cry out. He’s lodged deeply, and I can barely move without heightening the pain and pleasure, so I still and wait to see what he’s going to do.

He begins to rock his hips, setting an almost testing pace. I feel the drag of his cock, every ridge sending goosebumps dancing over my skin.

“Wilf,” I cry, “It feels…”

“Tell me, tell me how it feels,” he says against my hair.

“I want more,” I tell him, unable to explain any other way.

I feel him smile, and his hand comes up, sliding along the side of my face before settling loosely at the side of my neck. I feel a possessive weight settle over me as he lifts slightly, bracing himself at a deeper angle, and his hips pick up a faster pace.

“I need you to come on my cock, Lara,” he says, and the tone of his voice turns me on even more. He leans down closer, “I want you to milk my cock.”

I feel the flutter in my channel, and his hand moves between us. He finds my clit, and I didn’t realize how close I was until he begins to rub small circles on it as he snaps his hips in pace. He kisses along my jaw; his sharp teeth grazing my skin asmy orgasm builds. He grinds his hips at an angle that sends me over the edge faster than I was expecting.

I scream my release, and I feel my channel clench tightly around him; so tight that his movements change, and he groans against my neck as if shocked.

“Fuck, Lara.” He growls.

“Fill me, I want it,” I say, the words coming out of nowhere and surprising me.

He takes me at my word and begins to fuck me hard, harder than he has so far, and I feel every inch of his strength. His hands fist in the sheets next to me, and when he buries his head against my neck, I hear a growl that is barely human. He releases inside me, and I feel every pulse of his cock; I didn’t expect it to feel so good, and all I can do is hold onto him as he fucks me through it.

He collapses to the side and pulls me with him. “Are you alright?” He asks, out of breath.

I nod, “Mmm.” I murmur.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, “You’re so tight.”

“I’m ok,” I say, mentally checking my body to see if that’s true. I’m sore but not in pain.

He suddenly lifts his head to look at me, and I see his eyes are almost back to green; only a few gold flecks remain. He brushes the hair off my face before trailing his fingers down over my breasts. The gesture is so gentle and intimate, it makes my breathing stutter.

“You did so well, Lara,” he whispers, “you took me so well.”

I feel like I should have something to say to that, but I can’t find the words. He kisses my forehead and slowly pulls out of me; I’m shocked by the amount of liquid that follows, and my cheeks burn. He looks down too, gathering some of it and gently rubbing between my legs, finding my sensitive clit, I part my legs instinctively. When he looks back up, I see the gold returning to his eyes and know he isn’t done with me yet.

I’m not done with him either.

Chapter 13 - Wilf

I wake up before her, which is no surprise, as I barely sleep these days anyway. What is surprising is how I wake up. I come to slowly, which never happens. And I wake up with Lara curled against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, and her soft breath against my collarbone. I lie there, just feeling the weight of her against me as the early morning light filters through the curtains, and try not to think too deeply about why my wolf has gone so quiet that I can barely feel him at all.

He’s been so agitated recently, since the lottery, and certainly since we’ve been holed up here avoiding the rogues, but now he’s calm. He’s not pacing, he’s not restless, he’s not pushing at me to get up and do something to distract him. He’s quite happy with a well fucked woman lying in his arms.

I don’t think I’ve ever let a woman fall asleep in bed with me, certainly not wrapped in my arms. That’s not what those encounters were for, and there was always a good excuse to leave; even with the ones I ‘dated’ for a bit. I’ve never wanted to give the impression it was anything other than what it was—but then, I have no idea whatever happened last night was. It was unexpected to say the least.

I shift slightly, trying not to wake her. The sheet falls away, exposing her bare shoulder and the curve of her breast; there’s a small bruise on her neck. One of many, I’m sure. I tried to be gentle, but she’s human, and far too fragile for my hands. Or the rest of me.

The thought pulls me up, and I’m not sure it’s guilt I feel tugging at me because I really don’t regret fucking her, but it’s something. An unease sits in my chest. I ease my arm out and watch as she settles further into the covers, obviously exhausted.I pull on my sweats and find my discarded shirt, turning to check she’s still asleep before I slip out of the room.

I need to think, and I can’t do it in here.

The main room feels cold despite the pump, so I light the stove and put the coffee on, standing at the window with my hands flat on the counter. I watch the sky go from grey to almost white as the clouds roll in off the ridge and try to ignore the way my entire body smells of her. I watch the swirl of the clouds as the coffee whistles and consider the nagging feeling in my chest.