Page 51 of Bewitching the Wolf

And Jax needs no further encouragement. His fingers find the bud of my clit, he spreads my juices around it, and the sensations explode like fireworks behind my eyes. Then with a low curse, he pushes me wide open and his head is suddenly between my legs. He eats me out, that tongue moving in and out of me as he groans and growls his pleasure.

I am undone. Unravelling. My legs scissor around his head and so does my tail, winding around his ears, its tip flicking wildly as I get closer to coming.

This is nothing like the times I’ve pleasured myself. This is cosmic. Seismic. His tongue moves faster, and I cry out, my body begging for more, for something else to fill the hungry, pulsing space inside me. Jax knows what’s needed, his fingers join his tongue and push into me, first one, then two. There’s a moment of sharp pain and I flinch, but then he finds some spot deep inside me with those magic fingers, and it sends me hurtling over the edge. Bright lights explode behind my eyes as I come almost violently and scream a thin, high scream of Jaxxxxxxxxx.

“Okay baby, okay, okay.” He’s holding me now, and all I know is this is not enough. I’m like a frenzied animal, wanting him to take me, thrust into me… I have to have his cock inside me.

I tug him up and try feverishly to undo his belt, free his cock, make him take me. He lifts his hand to lick my juices off his fingers and then he pauses, pulls away and looks at his fingers.

I raise my head, staring at him. His brows pleat, his features suddenly tight.

“Jax, please, I beg of you, don’t stop now,” I croak.

But he’s still staring at his fingers. The fingers that were inside me moments ago, now glistening with my juices.

And… my blood.

His taut features pale. His jaw tics.

“You’re a virgin,” he says hoarsely.

He’s panting now. I see the wolf in his eyes at the sight of my blood.

“I—yes. I mean, not anymore, I guess.” I can’t lie, how can I lie?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” It’s a ghost of a whisper on his lips.

I bite my lip, still gasping from my release, trying to pull him back to me.

“It doesn’t matter Jax… please…”

“I hurt you.”

“No, no… Okay—just momentarily, and then… it was… amazing. Surely you know it was.”

“My wolf took over…” he mutters darkly. “It didn’t read the signs.”

“Please Jax, I—it was a second, literally that’s all, really… I want you to fuck me,” I whine pitifully.

“No, Tippy, I can’t.”

“W-what? Why not?”

I stare longingly at the huge bulge in his jeans.

I so desperately want to rip the zipper down, but already he’s pulled away and I feel the loss of him, the coldness on my skin, even though my arousal is still hot and drenching my thighs.

I want to bite him, tug him close. Beg, like the pathetic needy creature I am right now.

His face is pained, like he’s struggling with something internal. His mouth emits a snarl as if he has no control, and I see the wolf in his eyes, a hungry feral beast.

I should be scared.

I’m not.

But already he’s jumped up.

“Please… Stay.” I grab at the back of his jeans, but he pulls away.