“Just not used to being treated like a princess?”
She went even redder. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“Well, you deserve to be treated like that. Now, if you wouldn’t mind getting your keys out, I’d like to carry you across the threshold.”
It was a little awkward for her to dig them out of her pocket, but she managed without me having to put her down. It wasn’t smooth in the slightest, but what about us had been since we’d met? Maybe that was kind of our thing. Rough around the edges, far too many relatives around, but entirely us.
Felicia seemed awake and impressed as I carried her up the stairs without missing a step. Despite the laughter, the silliness, and the slapdash way we’d gotten together, each stair upward made the rest of the world fall further away until only Felicia and I remained. No pack. No bakery.
Just us.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said once we reached the top of the stairs, and I set her on her feet.
“I’m just wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and I don’t think I even brushed my hair today.”
“Doesn’t matter to me,” I said, cupping the back of her neck. She was incredibly strong, yet she still felt so fragile and soft in my grasp. Some alphas got drunk on the fact that they only had to apply the slightest pressure to snap a human’s spine, but that did nothing for me. If anything, it only made me want to protect her that much more, to use my might and teeth and claws to make sure no harm ever befell her again.
Was it perhaps a bit much for what was only sort of a second date? Perhaps. But I was done listening to the what-ifs. I wanted to be in the moment with her.
And the moment currently involved her putting both of her palms on my chest. Normally, her touch was like a cool, soothing balm against the wildfire that ran naturally in my blood, but now? Now, it felt like pure electricity crackling through me. Could she feel that? Feel how much she affected me? I fucking hoped so. It was far too intense to be one-sided.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to sleep?” I ground out. My every instinct yelled at me to shut up, to not dissuade Felicia from getting closer to me and touching me more. But no matter what I wanted, Felicia’s well-being would always come first.
Always.
I wanted to devour her. I wanted to bend her over and fill her so full of my seed that my cabin couldn’t fit all our pups. I wanted, I wanted,
I wanted. But all of that want came secondary to Felicia.
“I’m sure, Cas,” she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes with so much heat that any remaining hesitation died away. How could I argue when she looked at me like that?
I couldn’t, so I let her walk me backward, hands still on my chest, until my calves brushed against her bed frame. Her palms kept up the pressure. It was a wordless request, but a request, nonetheless.
So I obliged.
I sat on the edge of her bed, feeling overdressed despite the fact that we were both fully clothed. But then she knelt between my legs, and all thoughts of clothing flew far, far away.
“Felicia…” I threaded my hand through that thick hair of hers, wanting to feel the kiss of it against my rough fingers. Was this really happening? Already, my body was responding, my cock so hard I was surprised the button of my jeans didn’t pop off and ricochet around the room like a cartoon bullet.
“Just sit back and let me make you feel good.”
Pretty sound logic.
I leaned back to give her a little wiggle as her slender, but capable fingers, unhooked the aforementioned straining button, then slid down my zipper.
I’d been so caught up in everything that was Felicia, that I hadn’t quite realized how into it my body was until my cock practically sprang out of my underwear. Usually, it took me a bit more stimulation to be standing at full mast. But not with Felicia, it seemed. Not that I was surprised. Everything was always so intense with her. So much more.
“Fuck…” I hissed as the cold air chilled my length, but the discomfort only lasted for a second, because then Felicia’s warm palm wrapped around my base, and her tongue flicked out against the tip to whisk away the drop of precum that had already beat it there. “Fuck!”
All thoughts about Felicia being cool to the touch evaporated when the heat of her tongue touched me.
I was in for one hell of a ride.
Felicia grabbed my hand and put it on her head, making sure I buried my fingers in her thick hair. My wolf and I rumbled, hardly daring to think she could mean what we thought she did.
“Set the pace. I’ll tap your thigh if it’s too much.”
Holy fuck!
She was too perfect. How could she speak to the gentler sides of me, the sides that wanted to protect, worship, and coddle, as well as the wild side of me that wanted to bite, and breed, and bruise? I’d never really found a balance-too full of anxiety and trying to make the best decision possible for my pack, too wild to settle down and establish a bloodline like I was supposed to.
But all of that vanished with Felicia. It was all so easy.
So natural. Just the two of us, how we made each other feel, and nothing else.
“Tap three times,” I growled.
The way her pupils dilated had my cock throbbing in her grip. I loved that she was so reactive to me. It made me feel powerful in a way that couldn’t be taken, only given.
“Yes, sir.”
And then her mouth was on me.
For a moment, my entire vocabulary condensed into one-word sentences that rushed through my mind in a whirling dervish of unadulterated pleasure.
Hot. Wet. Soft. Slick. I wished I could say I maintained at least that level of coherency, but once she slid me deeper into her mouth, those monosyllables became more noise than actual words. My fingers curled in her hair, gripping her in place.
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