Page 29 of Wolfsbane

I still had answers.

“I want to suck your dick.” I felt the heat flooding my face, but I managed to hold his eyes, his pupils blown so wide that the irises were just a little silver sliver around the pools of black. “Will you let me?”

This wasn’t about the awakening. As far as I knew, that needed to be, well, penetrative and mutual. I’d never heard of anybody getting awakened by giving a blow job, not that I thought anyone would tell me if they had.

But this was just . . . his cock felt nice, and I wanted to taste it. I wanted to make him happy. I’d imagined someone might want to do this to me sometime, and I just—I wanted it to be a part of this, even if it didn’t have anything to do with my awakening.

It’d take some time for Mother to find us, and frankly, if she managed to scry quickly and stumbled across us naked in a cave, me with my mouth full of werewolf dick, that’d serve her right. It wouldn’t save us, but right then, I didn’t care.

Viktor’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He inclined his head, and I swear, I must’ve been grinning like a fool when I crawled toward him. I skimmed my hands over his chest, letting them slide down and down until I swept my thumb over his belly button. His muscles flexed as he gasped again, and I felt such a swell of fondness that I wasn’t even embarrassed to say, “Thank you.”

Without pushing him over, I kissed his stomach, his side, the bend in his hip. I settled between his legs, my forearms tucked under his thighs and my elbows on the floor, and bent down to lave the flat of my tongue up the underside of his cock.

When I looked up, Viktor was watching intently, so I pulled my arm back and steadied him in my hand, holding his eye as I set my softened lips against the tip of him. I sucked and swirled my tongue, and his chest jumped with each ragged breath.

I’d take him apart if I could—a tall order for a virgin, sure, but I could try. I’d lick and suck and tease every inch of him. I’d use my lips to nip the vein that stood out on his shaft. I’d take him in as deep as I could and pull back with a pop when I came off him.

His taste was bitter and salty, and there was something heady and new. What I liked best was how heavy he felt on my tongue. Would he feel heavy inside me, or was that another sensation entirely?

I swallowed around him. I couldn’t take him in my throat, but still, when he pressed against the back of my mouth and I swallowed he made a strange, low sound that reverberated in my belly.

When his callused palm found my cheek, I looked up at him.

“It’s time to stop,” he said roughly, “unless I can awaken you by coming in your mouth.”

I almost wanted to try, but we might not have time for another round. When I pushed up on my arms, Viktor reached out for me, drawing me into his lap. He folded his legs, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You liked that?” I asked, a thready worry squeezing my voice tight, even if he’d just stopped me so he wouldn’t come.

“Yeah.” He leaned in to brush his lips across mine, his tongue stealing a quick taste of himself from my mouth. “I did.”

“Good, I—” I broke off when Viktor started to trace the corner of my mouth with his middle finger. The pad of it passed over my lips, and I opened for him to slide it inside. I sucked his finger just like I’d sucked his cock, and he pulled it free after I’d gotten it nice and wet. “I wanted you to.”

With my hands still on his shoulders, I leaned back. Viktor slipped his hand between us and I felt the slick tip of his finger against my ass before he swept it around, dragging my skin in a circle that sparked all kinds of feelings I didn’t know I had.

It was a totally different thing from touching my own ass, which had been . . . okay. It hadn’t made me whimper though. It hadn’t made me spread my legs wide over Viktor’s massive thighs and tilt my hips to beg for more of him.

But he kept teasing, circling and circling. He’d dip the tip of his finger inside, then pull it back and suck it into his own mouth.

Ideally, we’d have had lube. We’d have been prepared. But there was something sweet in the way he took his time with me now.

When he finally sank in to the knuckle, I rolled my hips, whining. I wanted more than this. Fuck, I was dizzy with the wanting. He needed to spread me open with the blunt tip of his cock and get on with it, but he didn’t.

He fucked me with his fingers while I rode his lap desperately. My cock bobbed. It pressed against his stomach and I whined.

Then he did something—some different way he pressed them inside of me—and I cried out. Precome gushed from the tip of my cock, and my legs shuddered.

He froze.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please. That felt—that felt really fucking good. Do it again.”

Fuck, the way he used his fingers had the tip of my cock slippery and shining. I leaned back, bracing my hands against his knees.

The way he looked me over then, his eyes sliding down my whole body, was hungry. I didn’t dare throw my head back, because I wanted to drink down that look and hold it inside me forever.

He wanted me.

Goddess, how much that look shattered me was pathetic, but I didn’t care. For this moment, he wanted me, and I wasn’t alone. He was touching me and making me feel good and I never wanted it to stop and I wanted⁠—