Page 94 of UNAwere

His eyes darken, and he stands at the end of the bed for a moment, watching me as I plunge my fingers in and out of myself. He’s breathing through his mouth, his face screwed up. And then he climbs onto the bed until he’s right above where I’m continuing to fuck myself with my fingers. He breathes deep, lip curling, and then his tongue is against the inside of my thighs, and I’m screaming, begging, moaning for more.

He groans, tasting the fluid that’s been dripping down my legs. And it’s like he’s gone rabid again, like the first time, in the field. I feel the scrape of his teeth in a place close to the crease of my thigh, and my spine arches. My mind goes blank. I somehow come, just from his touch and my fingers alone.

‘Good fucking girl,’ he growls.

I pull my fingers from my entrance and use them to spread my pussy open for him. And he stares at it, as it weeps for him, as my clit shines with moisture, my skin pink and swollen and aching for his tongue.

I see him consider it. I see him fight himself. He lets out an agonised sound and tears himself away. I whimper, but he’s gathering me against his chest again, and this time he’s pressing my toy into my hand.

‘Use this, Red,’ he murmurs against the side of my neck. His tongue comes out, warm and smooth, trailing down to my collarbones, and I lean into it, moaning. ‘Use it and imagine it’s my cock.’

I switch it on and sink it inside me, arching against him as I pick up a rhythm. Jude groans, grabbing the hand that’s guiding the toy and helping me through it as I writhe, hips stuttering.

‘That’s it,’ he murmurs.

He nuzzles my hair out of the way until the back of my neck is exposed to him. And my eyes roll when he opens his mouth against it and sucks.

‘Why does that feel so good?’ I whimper.

‘It’s one of your glands,’ he breathes. ‘And the place where your mate marks you.’

‘Biting?’

‘Mm.’ He sucks on my gland, moving my hand faster to plunge the toy in at a quicker pace.

I come again, screaming.

‘Good,’ he groans against my skin. ‘Again for me, sweetheart.’

‘Bite me,’ I whisper.

‘I can’t, Red.’

‘Why not?’

He groans. ‘I can’t mark what’s not mine.’

‘Who’s making that choice?’

‘Alpha of the Primrose pack.’

He licks my gland again, sucking his lips softly, and I moan. The feeling of his tongue on my sensitive skin and the toy filling me brings me close to another orgasm. And it’s like he can tell, his other hand wrapping around my chest and smoothing over my nipples. I cry out, nodding.

‘You like that?’ he murmurs.

‘More.’

He tweaks my nipples in his fingers, groaning. His hips start to rock into me, and I can feel his hard cock against the groove of my arse.

‘You should have fun, too,’ I whisper.

He chuckles. ‘You’re so charitable.’

‘Surely you want to?’

‘This isn’t about what I want, sweetheart.’

‘Why not?’