by Tl Reeve
“Fuck, baby. It kills me, you don’t see what I see.”
“What do you see?” she asked honestly.
“Beauty,” he said as he stood up. Bodhi reached down, pulling her underpants and shorts from her ankles. He quickly pulled her shirt over her head then removed her bra and dropping both articles to the floor. “Stunning perfection.”
Twisting her around, so her back rested against his chest. He tipped her chin up, till her gaze met his in the full-size mirror on the door. It wasn’t an unfamiliar image as she saw it every time she got in and out of the shower.
In your eyes.
“Tell me what you see,” he demanded.
Holding nothing back, she told him in vivid detail. “My hips are wide; my thighs are thick, and sometimes, if I'm not careful, I get chub rub. My butt is big, I have a Buddha belly, and to top it off, I have extremely large nipples.” How her voice didn't quiver or break through her list, she'd never know. “What do you see?”
“I see a woman who was placed on this Earth for me,” he murmured against her neck. “If knowing that isn’t enough, I’ll fill you in. I see firm, full breasts, with big, juicy nipples I can’t wait to sample and play with them. I bet they’re sensitive, and I want to spend hours sucking them.” His large hand cupped her breast and his thumb flicked back and forth over the hardening nub. “I see perfect hips, to cradle me while I make love to my mate and to later protect our pups. As for your thighs. Oh, pinky, I've dreamt of eating your sweet pussy, feeling those thighs quiver around me as you find your release. A release only I can give you. And, if you don't believe anything I've said, I know you've got to feel my dick pressing into you.”
“Bodhi,” she whimpered when he rolled his hips, pressing his erection harder against her back.
“Look at me, pinky,” he demanded.
Her gaze flickered to his in the mirror, and she gasped at what she saw reflected. Desire. Need and, most importantly, love. “I’m not lying. I’d never lie to you. Tell me you believe me, and if you don’t, let me show you.”
Turning her so she faced him, his dick pressed against her belly before he pushed her to the bed, settling himself between her thighs. Her abused ass rubbed against the rough material of the blanket. It made her more aware of the need rolling through her body. Only a layer of cotton separated his dick from her pussy.
“Tell me, Emma,” he urged.
Emma knew what he wanted, and not playing coy, she gave it to him. “I love you.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled, lowering his head to capture her lips in a kiss that seared him into her soul. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and she gave it to him. The slight hint of mint, burst across her taste buds, mixing with a hint of salty and sweet. “Your pussy is soaking the front of my sweats, pinky.”
“Sorry,” she panted.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he said against her neck, nibbling at the junction where her neck met her shoulder. “In a second, I’m going to taste your pussy. I’m betting you it’s sweet as honey.”
Emma moaned at his explicit words, arching her body, pressing her pussy tighter to the ridge of his dick, which he was rubbing against her throbbing clit.
“Don’t wait,” she begged, needing him to fulfill his promise.
“Son of a bitch, Emma,” he moaned against the area between her breasts as he kissed his way down her body. Finally, he settled between her thighs, his wide shoulders pushing her legs open to the max. “This is sexy as hell.” His thumb leisurely rubbed at her swollen clit.
“Bodhi, please,” she cried.
“As you wish, pinky,” he cooed, his breath brushing over her sensitive sex. Blunt fingers pushed the swollen, slick folds of her sex apart, and the cool air of the room rushed over the heated flesh. Emma watched as his tongue peeked out, lapping her clit. “I fucking knew it. You taste like honey.”
“Hey, Emma,” Hayden called out, not bothering to knock, as she walked into her room. “Ew, Ohmigod, Bodhi!” his twin screeched, catching them in the middle of the act.
“What the fuck, Hayden,” he barked, jerking up from between her thighs. Emma whimpered at the loss of his tongue. Another lick or two and she'd have experienced her first orgasm.
“Damn it, Hayden.” Bodhi pulled the comforter off the bed, tossing it over her exposed body. “Don’t you fucking know how to knock?”
“You’d think, knowing this family, you’d learn to lock the fucking door,” Hayden lobbed back.
“Get the fuck out. Now,” he hollered, taking a menacing step toward his twin. Totally unconcerned he sported a massive hard-on. Hayden seemed indifferent to it and the large wet spot covering his groin area.
“Bodhi, stop,” Emma demanded. The big wolf skidded to halt, a mere foot from his sister. Her gaze moved from Bodhi to Hayden’s bright, blue eyes, which twinkled in amusement. It was then she realized, her friend had perhaps interrupted them on purpose. Why though?
“My mistake,” Hayden mumbled, turned, and left the room as quickly as she entered.
“What the hell just happened?” she asked Bodhi.
“Little minx.” Bodhi rubbed his hand down his face, then reached down, adjusting himself before turning his attention to Emma. “They heard us fighting, and she was picked to come check up on you to make sure I hadn’t crossed a line.”
“You got all that from a six-sentence conversation?”
“No, I got all that, because of the bond I share with my sister,” he informed her as he made his way back to the bed. “I wanted you to orgasm on my tongue.”
His bluntness should have shock her, but after being with the pack for a couple of days, it didn’t. “I was close,” she admitted.
He groaned. “How close?”
“A lick or two.”
“Fuck me. I’m going to need another run and a shower at this rate. I know I asked to sleep with you tonight, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. My control is shaky at best.”
“Why?” She hated the wobble in her voice.
Shifting on the bed, Emma pressed her thighs together in the hopes of easing the throbbing of her clit. It didn't help. Neither did the emotions swirling through her body or the thoughts swirling through her head.
“I love you, Emma, and I need you, but we’ve made it this far. What’s another couple of days till the full moon? It’ll fly by, and we can experience the full moon together as mates.”
“Okay,” she said, fighting to keep her emotions in check.
Bodhi leaned down, to kiss her forehead before he scurried out of her room, leaving her confused and horny as hell.
Chapter Nine
Emma's eyes fluttered open. The sensation of a long, slow lick left her skin tingling and her heart racing. She dreamed of nothing. Yet, she wondered if perhaps she were still sleeping, and when she could finally focus on what had been happening to her, everything would disappear. Hands tightened on her thighs, and the masculine groan from between her legs shocked the hell out of her. Her gaze latched onto and held Bodhi's as he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked. Emma covered her mouth and whimpered, as a bolt of electricity shot through her. Her back arched from the bed, and her thighs constricted around Bodhi.
If she feared she'd hurt him, she'd been mistaken. He went wild, nipping and sucking at her sex. He dragged his tongue through her slit sinking the pliable flesh into her pussy. Nothing should ever feel so intimate or so good. She raked her fingers through his hair and held him to her as he continued to feast on her. Bodhi growled, opening her more to his gaze.
The thought had occurred to her, to ask how he got in there without her knowing. But, the words died before they could be vocalized, as he scored the hard nub with his canine. Emma lost the ability to breathe. To move. Her body tensed. Her toes curled and the minute he sucked on her clit one more time, her release slammed through her. Her hands fisted in the bedsheets while she tried to keep the scream building in her chest from erupting forth.
Bodhi made a strangled nois
e as he continued to lap at her, and she wondered if maybe she’d done it wrong, or did something he didn’t like. All of her old insecurities came rushing back, and she tried to pull away from him. How dare he give her the best orgasm of her life and hate what came—no pun intended—next?
Bodhi grabbed her wrist and growled while he continued to lick her. The sound vibrated through her. The ensuing tingle of pleasure spreading through her soothed the initial sting of his aversion. He rose from between her thighs pressing kisses to her chubby hips, to her flabby stomach and jiggly middle. His gaze never left hers the whole time.
“Whatever you’re telling yourself, stop it,” he snarled. “Not here. Not now. I’m half-crazed for you.”
His mouth encased her nipple, and she saw stars. Already sensitive to what he’d done to her body, Emma trembled in his hold. No fair. The man worked her up into a tizzy and didn’t give her a moment to gather her tattered wits. Whatever you’re telling yourself... Well, whatever it’d been, it flew out the window along with any of her self-preservation. Their words of love had seemed like going through the motions more than expressing them with the heartfelt truth.
To her, anyway.
For hours after he said he had to run again, she lay there, trying to convince herself “just because he said it, doesn’t mean he meant it.” Yet, having his naked body pressed to her—she hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep naked until he woke her—snapped another piece of her puzzle into place. A small voice in the back of her head said, yes, he meant what he said. Bodhi loved her. Yet, another part of her resisted the lure.
Why?
Of all the women he could have, he picked the chubby bear with the pear-shaped figure. She had curves where they weren’t meant to be, and when she tried to lose the weight, it magically came back, like she was supposed to be chunky. Always the size sixteen, never the size five.
Bodhi growled again. “What did I tell you about wandering away from me?” He pinched her nipple, drawing her attention to his face—his oh-so-beautiful-hurts-to-look-at-because-he-could-stop-her-heart, handsomeness. His blue eyes swirled with lust, and his lips were parted slightly. The wolf lurked within those depths, she could see him, waiting to get out. To lay claim.
“Sorry, I—”
“Still worried about what everyone else will think,” he stated. “Do you feel this?” He lined himself up and pushed forward.
Every nerve inside her pussy came to life as he filled her. Bodhi didn’t give her time to adjust to his girth or his size. Emma sucked in a breath. Her mouth fell open as all ability to reason fled her.
“Bodhi,” she whimpered.
“I don't give a shit about your weight. I'll tell you every fucking day if I have to.” He grabbed her hips. “These were made the perfect size for me to hold you while I do this.” He retreated then filled her again, the small languid motion he used to enter her, to begin with, sent sparks of satisfaction cascading through her. “All this right here,” —he nipped at her middle and stomach— “was made to cradle my body like this.” He changed positions, burying his face in her neck while he flexed and pumped his hips.
The erotic sounds he made, ratcheted her arousal up to a billion. She could literally feel every ridge of his cock as he continued to batter her senses with these pleasure-filled sensations. Emma threaded her fingers through his hair and lifted his face, so she could kiss him. For almost a year, she’d fantasized about this moment, about being in Bodhi's arms like she was, now. Nothing would ever compare to this. She moaned into the kiss, and he snarled, snapping his hips, sending a rush of bliss through her body.
She trembled from head to toe, but he didn’t stop. She doubted, even if she were in her right senses, she’d want him to. No, she’d waited almost a lifetime for this. She didn’t want it to end. Not yet anyway. Emma palmed his ass and squeezed, earning a groan from Bodhi. She found she enjoyed the little noises he made at the back of his throat and the slight flush to his chest and cheeks. She definitely enjoyed his body, too.
Damn, the guy was packing. Muscle upon muscle had been wrapped into his six-foot-four frame. Later, she’d worship each one of them and maybe, he’d let her experiment a little. She gave a little giggle, and a tortured whimper fell from Bodhi’s lips.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” she whispered.
“No, something totally right is happening, but I can’t explain it. Fuck, you feel so damn good. Got me losing my mind, pinky.” He reached between them and found the stiffened nub between her thighs. It throbbed when he touched her clit. “You wanna come, don’t you, baby? Be greedy and drain my balls deep inside you as you milk my cock?”
Emma let out a soft cry. Everything in her body clamped down. She bucked against Bodhi, working her hips in a desperate attempt to make him go faster. Instead, he held her in place and reared back. The sight of his body took her breath away, and she feared she'd be drooling over him soon. “Bodhi ...”
“Do it, pinky. Take me with you.” She felt it then as he began to swell. The way he thickened to the point of touching her everywhere, even places she didn’t think could be sensitive or could be considered gratifying, came to life.
He pushed down on her clit as he slammed home, and she shot apart. Her mind splintered as her climax threatened to steal her ability to function. The tingles of pleasure raced through her system, and the minute he locked inside of her, binding her to him, she crested again. Bodhi buried his face in her breasts, and the pinch of pain that followed had the final piece of her of her broken heart settled into place.
Emma tossed and turned the rest of night after Bodhi went back to his room. A fire burned low in her belly. The desperate ache between her thighs became a full-on throb of wanton hussy-ness. She should have told Bodhi, no. Should have told him not now or later or better yet, they should have locked the door and said fuck it to the rest of the world.
Though he’d taken her twice after he’d returned from his second run, she needed more of him. And, didn’t that beat all? None of it made sense. At some point during the night after Bodhi left, she’d put her pajamas on, and now they clung to her in the most uncomfortable of ways.
Damn it, Bodhi, what did you do to me? Made her want the “D,” all the time. She snorted. God, she shouldn’t be so ... whatever they called this.
She threw the blankets from her body before covering her eyes with her arm. How stupid could she have been? She’d smelled him all night. The anxious energy rolling through him. The hint of pine and wolf. She scented his arousal and something else, she couldn't quite put her finger on. Then, when he found her in her room, the thick headiness of his need washed over her, and she'd been a fool to give over to it. How was she supposed to resist him? Everything about Bodhi commanded attention. From the way, he walked, to the way he spoke, to how he rode her body like a wave and left her wrung out on shore wanting more. He'd been in total control.
A shaft of light from the rising sun directed her attention to the journal she'd left on the nightstand after Bodhi left her side. Had he really done as he said? If he meant for her to read his list, it'd been nowhere in sight, which meant he probably still had it. Drat. Emma scrubbed her face. Fine. She'd have to assume for now he'd been truthful with her. She shifted on the bed and hissed. The heated reminder of Bodhi's spanking made her flush. Add to it the way he made love to her, and everything was a little tender but felt oh-so-good. No more daydreaming, Emma. You have things to do.
Standing, she grabbed her robe off the foot of her bed. As she tied the sash, a knock came at her door. Now, they knock. She rolled her eyes.
The tight control Bodhi seemed to have over his wolf had been slipping when he lashed out at his sister over her busting into Emma’s room. She realized it again, when he knotted her, noting that shouldn’t have been possible outside the full moon. A small smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t mind it one bit, though. In fact, she kind of liked it. He had placed a kiss on her forehead before leaving her to rest, promising they would
meet up at some point during the day.
The knock came again, this time a little more insistent.
“Hold your horses,” she snapped. “I’m surprised anyone knows how to knock around he—” She yanked the door to. “Hayden?” Surprised to see Bodhi’s sister standing there seemed a bit too gentle of a word, more like shocked. After last night, she didn’t think the girl would be bothering her at all. “What are you doing here so early?”
Her friend frowned. “I came to apologize. Can I come in?”
“It’s your house, after all,” Emma answered, wincing at the rough edge to her tone. “Sorry. Uh ... what’s this about?”
“Did I ever tell you about the time I walked in on my aunt and Mac?”
Emma shook her head. “You never really talk about anyone here.”
“Yeah,” Hayden answered, rubbing the back of her neck. “I shut down a lot when Nico and I weren’t ... you know. I’m realizing I haven’t said a whole bunch about anything important lately.”
“You were hurting. I understand.”
Hayden shrugged. “Not a good enough excuse. I should have wanted to share myself with my friends and told them funny stories. Can you forgive me for that, too?”
Duh, did Hayden even have to ask? Nevertheless, when she glanced up at her friend, she understood Hayden did have to give voice to the question, and Emma did need to answer. “Pfft. It's no biggie. It happens. It's not like we're all open books.” Emma tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced at the journal on the nightstand. Even though she wanted to keep everything a surprise, her bear nudged her. “Hey, I—”
“When I was thirteen, I walked in on Holly and Mac getting it on. Like, full-on everything. About the only thing I didn’t see were dangly bits and boobs. But, I did catch my uncle in full... Oh how should I say this... In deep. If you know what I mean.”
Emma stared at her friend for a minute. “Oh ew, Hayden.” She laughed.
Her friend shrugged. “What can I say, they’re all sexual wolves. You kind of have to get used to it. If someone isn’t boning in the kitchen, they’re outside doing it. If they’re not in their rooms, they’re in their showers. It’s Raferty thing ... come to think of it, it’s a Dryer thing too. I swear the Dryers are long-lost relatives of ours.”