Was that refined seduction? Not in the slightest, but it did the job. A deep flush swept down Felicia’s entire body, then she slowly knee-walked up the mattress until finally, she was hovering above my face. Despite my love of her boyshorts, I gripped them on either side and ripped.
“Hey!”
“I’ll replace them,” I growled, then my mouth was on her.
Heaven. It was pure heaven. I alternated between gripping her hips and encouraging her to grind down on me, and letting my hands run across her perfect, silken skin. In those moments of roaming, I reveled in the feel of her against my rough palms, almost like one of those warm, sticky glazes that she would use on her perfectly assembled desserts. I explored every curve, every divot. And oh, did I taste that sweet release as she filled every single one of my senses.
Time didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered except Felicia and the pleasure I could feel building inside her. I didn’t even have to encourage her to move her hips anymore; she did so with abandon as she gripped my hair to keep herself steady.
The fact that I could reduce this brilliant woman to a sweating, panting mess with just my mouth was a huge stroke to my ego. There was something so visceral about giving my partner enough pleasure to short-circuit their beautiful brain.
“Holy fuck, Cas, I’m gonna-I’m so ?
-“
She couldn’t quite get the words out. Her nails scraped against my scalp, and her thighs clamped around my head. I chased after her pleasure with her, keeping up all of my ministrations as she cried out loud enough that there was no doubt the neighbors heard it. I didn’t care. Let them hear. My wolf and I wanted the entire world to know how I satisfied my partner.
My ma
?
–
Nope. Not that.
Not yet at least.
I couldn’t say how long Felicia was suspended in her own ecstasy above me, but I prolonged it as much as I could until she pushed my head away and scooted back to sit on my chest.
“Holy hell, nobody’s ever been able to make me come like that.” She panted, and God, I loved how utterly spent she looked. Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, cheeks red, chest heaving, her lips ruby and swollen. She was a vision all right, one I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to see, let alone taste. Let alone touch.
God, I was the luckiest wolf alive.
“Then let’s see if we can do it again,” I said, sliding my hands around to knead my thumbs into the generous swell of her cheeks. I fucking loved that she had so much to grip there, that she was dappled with stretch marks, veins, and striations of her strong muscles beneath. She was just so womanly. It was so fucking hot.
“Cas, you can’t be serious,” she panted, using her forearm to sweep her hair out of her face. And fuck, if that wasn’t the wrong
-or exactly right-thing to do because my body had a visceral reaction to the move.
“Oh, I assure you, I am.” I wiped my face, then settled back once again. “Like I said, I want to hear you scream my name, and that hasn’t happened nearly enough yet.”c2CD
Felicia
Wild Ride
My night was going way better than I expected.
I’d driven all the way out to the McCallister land with plenty of hope in my heart, but I hadn’t expected to be invited to a family dinner and to agree to be in a relationship with the pack’s alpha.
Actually, maybe “relationship” was me getting ahead of myself, but that was fine. We had definitely agreed to casually date.
Which meant I was going out with a shifter. A shifter who was currently eating me out like he wanted to make his way all the way to my heart.
“Fuck, Cas, I can’t come again, I can’t,” I panted, thighs trembling.
Although I was what was considered a “straight size” in the clothing world, I was bottom-heavy enough that I’d always been leery of perching my pussy on my partner’s face. But when I’d tried to hover slightly, to take some of my weight onto my own haunches, Cas pulled me down onto him.
And, fuck, if that didn’t do it for me.
There was something so magical, primal even, about being able to surrender myself entirely to pleasure. No posing, no looking ethereal or put together. I was sweaty, I was panting, and judging by the fervor Cas was working me over with, he liked it just fine.
“Yes, you can,” Cas growled into me, giving me the rare reprieve. While I definitely needed a lot of foreplay to accommodate his size, we were working toward orgasm number three, and my lower half was going numb. “Just sit back and let your body do what it knows to do, sweetheart.”
God, that pet name with his slight drawl made my entire body shiver. It was like he was designed to appeal to every single sense in my mind and body.
“If I sit back, I’m going to fall,” I panted. “Please, Cas.”
Something about the desperation in my voice must have given him pause, because his grip loosened enough for me to return to my perch on his chest. I tried not to think about the sticky, wet patch I would leave on those gorgeous pecs of his, but it was hard not to because damn, his musculature felt so good below me. Secure. Strong. Masculine.
“You need to be filled, don’t you?” he growled, that teasing, pleasant expression of his gone and leaving only pure, undiluted desire. It was so intense it almost made me want to hide, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but preen at it. When he stared at me like that, I felt mighty.
Like I could bring down entire armies. But also, I felt like such a goddamn woman.
And boy, did I like it. A lot.
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