Page 33 of Fat Enemy Mate

He drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers still flexing inside me, and my instinct is to cover my chest, feeling exposed. “Don’t,” he growls, “I want to see you, all of you, when I do this.”

I don’t have time to ask when he means, my hand falling away as he dips his head to suck my clit as he adds a fourth, impossibly tight, finger. I squirm on the island, and he uses his other hand to pull me right to the edge as he grins his four fingers into my core, the pressure almost too much. Just as I’m about to tell him I can’t take any more, he whispers, “Open for me,” and I spread my legs wider, taking him.

He sucks my clit hard, and I feel my channel struggle to clench around his hand as waves of pleasure begin to build in my lower abdomen. “Oh god, Wilf…” I cry, only encouraging him as he licks and sucks harder until I grip his hair trying to still him, but he doesn’t stop.

I crash over the edge, and he pumps his hand, curling his fingers against my inner walls until I feel liquid squirt around his fingers as another orgasm rips through me. I hear the sounds of him drinking in my release, and it makes my cheeks burn, especially when I look down and see how wet his face is. He just grins and wipes his face on my thigh before standing, leaning over me, and kissing me hard.

His eyes are burning bright gold and don’t leave mine as he rips open his pants and pulls out his hard cock. He’s already leaking pre cum, and the head looks bigger and angrier than ever.

He catches me looking and grins, “That’s why I needed you ready for it,” he smirks, grabbing my arse and lining up his cock.

I notice he hasn’t taken his clothes fully off, and the difference between me being naked and his torn clothes that he fought in strikes me for a moment before all coherent thought is lost as he begins to grind his cock into me. Despite my orgasm, it’s still slow, and he forces my legs further apart.

“Goddess, Lara,” he groans. “Never, never felt so tight. So good”

His words undo me in a way I didn’t expect. I like that this huge man is nearly undone by my body. That I can bring him so much pleasure that I can feel his muscles tremble under effort or maybe restraint. I glance down and watch my body stretched open, taking his cock, and it only makes me want more. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull myself closer. He makes a strangled sound and grips my hip to stop me.

“You’ll make me blow Lara,” he growls, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I whisper, “I need this. You.”

He stills briefly before setting a pace that only builds, sliding in and out of my channel, his cock raking against every sensitive nerve ending I have, his cock only seeming to get bigger as he chases his release. The sounds he makes are barely human anymore, and I feel sharpened teeth graze my neck as he kisses me. His arm around my back hauls me firmly to him, lifting me off the island so I’m being impaled on his cock, going deeper and harder than before. His pace is unrelenting now, and all I can do is grip his shoulders and ride out the ever-increasing pressure.

“Come for me, Lara, come right on my cock, like this,” he growls. “I can feel you’re close.”

I am close. So close. He switches angles slightly, and that sends me over the edge. He knows before I even scream and seems to increase his pace, driving into me with a power I didn’t expect. He grinds against me, ensuring my clit is fully engaged, and I sob as another orgasm builds. I know the moment he’s about to come because his grip on me tightens and his movements become shakier as his cock swells. I don’t know if he comes first or I do, but the noise he makes should scare me; maybe it would if I weren’t coming, too.

He stills but doesn’t move straight away. He stays, holding me against the island, his face buried in my hair, his breathing slowing. When he finally lifts his head, there’s more green in his eyes than before, but still mostly gold. He lowers me to the ground and spins me around so he’s against my back, his hand running over my butt and down my thighs through the liquid that is coating my legs.

“I want to take you like this,” he murmurs, his hand still gripping my hip.

I push back slightly and find him hard again. “Are you trying to distract me again?” I smile.

“Is it working?” He asks, sliding his cock between my butt cheeks.

“Y-yes,” I say as he leans over me, making me forget everything.

Chapter 17 - Wilf

The trucks turn off the ridge road just after nine. They arrived at the cabin at first light, and we’ve been driving the back roads ever since. I’ve done this drive more times than I can remember, but Connor was right: the snowstorm certainly left its mark; debris scatters the road, and it’s slow progress. I can see why it took so long to get the trucks up here. I glance at Lara in the seat next to me. She’s looking out the window with her hands in her lap, her chin tilted, and her jaw set. She’s scared but determined not to show it.

They brought two trucks. Connor and Bryan are taking us back first, while Caleb and Thomas secure the cabin and then follow us down, sweeping the mountain roads to make sure no one is following. I was set on running through the plan, but I should have known Connor would have it locked down.

Bryan likes to talk, and he can usually get anyone to open up, but even though he tries to keep things light, he doesn’t get anywhere with Lara. Doesn’t stop him from trying, though, asking if she wants the heater turned up.

“It’s warm enough,” she replies, not looking at him.

“Sure?” He asks, and that gets no response at all.

They probably think she’s just being rude, but I’ve clocked the tremor in her hand. She’s terrified. Bryan and Connor lose themselves in conversation about the game on Sunday, and I chip in when required. I’m only half listening, though, torn between reaching for her and giving her space. There’s been no conversation about what this thing is between us, if it’s real, if it was just scratching an itch. Everything I know about women tells me she’d make it clear if she wanted more, so perhaps she wants nothing at all.

And my wolf may want more, but the man in me knows better than to expect or hope where other people are concerned.

I know Connor scented me on her the second I stepped out of the cabin door when they rolled in. The look on his face and smirk said it all. There’s no issue with Shifters and humans being together in Silvercreek; Connor of all people knows that, but there is an assumption that we don’t always go together well. The pack accepts anyone who wants to be there, but that’s not going to be Lara because she most certainly doesn’t want to be there.

I just hope she lets us help her, and in turn, that might help us deal with Cheslem once and for all, because they keep on hitting back.

We pull in at the Alpha House and get out. Lara pauses, standing on the gravel with her arms wrapped around herself, looking lost and like an idiot. I hesitate. Luna is already heading out and makes a beeline for Lara, coming down the porch steps with her hands out, ready to greet her like a friend rather than a problem that needs solving. Luna has that way about her; she can make anyone feel like they might belong. It even works on me occasionally.