by KB Winters
“You make me want things—things I never thought I would want from anyone.”
I gasped when I felt his tongue slide across my right nipple. My fingers bunched in his shirt and suddenly more than ever I needed to feel his skin. I began pushing at his shirt. “Get this off. I need you naked and all over me.”
I felt Nicholas breathe out a growly laugh against my chest before he moved back. I used the reprieve to push off my sweatpants leaving myself totally bare and not the least bit self-conscious about it. I looked up from where the last of my clothing was now pooled on the floor and my mouth fell open. I knew Nicholas’ body was gorgeous, but I hadn’t expected what was in front of me. His chest was covered with a soft dusting of dark hair that only accentuated the cut of his muscles and wide shoulders. His legs were nicely muscled and showcased by the squat he was doing to keep himself at my level, but the main thing I couldn’t take my eyes off of, was his cock.
He looked to be half-hard and it jerked slightly as if aware of my heavy gaze. My mouth watered with the need to taste him, and I didn’t second-guess myself when I reached out to trail my fingers across the dark red head of his dick. Nicholas gasped and it made me bold. I leaned forward more until I could wrap my hand more fully around the girth of his shaft. I delighted in his slight shiver and used my other hand to coax him into standing.
“What—”
“I want you in me,” I said simply. I gave his cock a light tug with my hand taking in the ridges and give of skin. It was like holding something precious. His shaft was covered in baby soft skin layered over steel, and I moved forward until I was sitting on the edge of the couch.
“Are you sure?”
“I have never been surer of anything in my life.” I used my other hand to help position him in front of me. Nicholas’ hands were at his sides and occasionally they would ball into fists as if he were trying to stay in control. That wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to lose total control with me. “You can touch me.”
He shook his head with a wry smile. “I don’t think I could control myself if I touched you right now.”
I smiled before parting my lips and moving forward. I closed my eyes when I heard him groan again. I couldn’t help my own moans when the crown of his cock slide between my lips. The same musky scent burst out over my tongue, and I moaned again at the flavor. His shaft felt burning hot even against the heat of my mouth, and I moved down until my lips met my hand where it was holding the rest of his cock. He was thick and there was more pre-cum than I was used to. It coated thickly on my tongue and I eagerly swallowed it down before diving in for more.
“Fuck, your mouth.”
I nodded and tried to smile up at him. Nicholas looked down at me with a grin as if he was thinking the same thing as me. I reached my free hand around to grip the muscle of one of his ass cheeks and pulled him forward. He fought against my hold, but still his hands remained by his sides.
“I don’t want to hurt you, River.”
I pulled back reluctantly enjoying the bridge of saliva that still joined his cock and my mouth. “You won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
I considered him for a moment. “Are you a virgin? Have you ever done this before?”
He chuckled softly. “No, no. It’s not that. I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never felt like this—the way I feel when I’m with you. You make me lose control.”
I smirked. “Good. I don’t want you in control. What I want is for you to fuck my mouth.”
“Fuck…you just—”
“Fuck my cunt later—fuck my mouth now.”
Nicholas’ eyes grew wide. “I never realized you had such a dirty mouth.”
“Well…I forget manners when I’m trying to get laid I guess.”
One of his hands came up and curved around the back of my head. “I like it.”
“Oh. Good then,” I replied leaning in again. I paused right when the head of his cock was against my lips. “Let go. I want it.” Before he could respond, I closed the distance taking his cock back into my mouth but going further than before. I swallowed when I felt the crown nudge near my throat. Even the slight pinpricks of claws against my scalp didn’t dampen my hunger for him.
“God, River.”
I soaked in the wrecked quality of his voice as I lavished attention on the head of his cock. My tongue smeared more pre-cum and saliva around and I dove back down with relish. The hand I had been using to pull him closer slid around to his hip as I prompted him to start thrusting. Slowly, he began to follow my lead pushing and pulling his cock between my lips. I continued to suck lightly while flicking my tongue against him. Pretty soon, his cock was breeching my lips at a faster pace, and I relaxed my jaw giving myself over to the feeling. My lips tingled and I knew if I could see them, they’d be puffy and red. One look at me and anyone could probably guess what I had been doing and that was thrilling to me. Maybe I had an exhibitionist kink I didn’t know about.
“Fuck, I have to—” Nicholas’ words were bit off as the fingers in my hair twisted and curled. My head was jerked back and my lips were reclaimed by his own in a torrid kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth as if searching out the darkest crevices for his own flavor. I moaned high and loud as my body clenched on nothing. I needed more.
“Please,” I whimpered against his lips. “Please, more.” I arched my back off the couch in order to push my body closer to his, and I whimpered again when my hard nipples brushed against his hot skin. I felt like I was on fire with how much I needed him, and if he didn’t do something soon, I was going to burst. “God, what’s happening to me?”
Nicholas let out a rumbling growl that sent more shivers down my spine. “Your body wants more of me. Do you want more of me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he hissed against my cheek. I felt something warm and wet brush against me and I realized he was tasting me. I’d never had someone lick my cheek before, but instead of being a turn off, it was strangely sexy. I pushed into him physically asking for more—more of what, I didn’t know. I just knew I needed more touches, more licks and more pleasure. I was going crazy.
“Yes,” I hissed. I reached out, gripping his short strands of hair as I glared into his eyes. “Give it to me.”
Nicholas’ lips curled into a sharp smile, and I had a moment to note the pleased gleam in his eyes before I swiftly turned over. One hand gripped my hip and pulled it out, while another gripped one of my shoulders pushing me over the back of the couch. I closed my eyes on a moan while gripping the back of the couch to steady myself. I had to close my thoughts down against the feeling of vulnerability. The position left me open to whatever he wanted and while it was exhilarating—it was still scary.
Soft lips brushed against my other bare shoulder as if to soothe me. It worked wonders and my body relaxed into the couch, my passion once again rising with the tide. My body tingled with need renewed, and I glanced back over my shoulder at Nicholas. His ruby gaze was centered on me and the look in them made me smirk. He looked wrecked. His lips were parted with each breath he took and they were red from where I’d been nipping at them. His tanned skin was flushed and gleaming with sweat. The fact that it was me that did that to him gave me an awesome, almost powerful feeling. I arched my back and spread my legs to open myself up to him even more.
“Nicholas,” I said softly. His gaze that had trailed low with my movement now snapped back up to my face. He closed his mouth and I saw him swallow before he answered.
“Yeah?” His voice was almost a whisper and rough.
I smiled sweetly. “Fuck me.”
My words seemed to ignite a spark in him. One of his large hands clamped onto the back of my neck and my eyes reflexively slammed shut. He squeezed lightly, not enough to choke me but just enough for me to feel the strength of his hold. I was at his mercy. His complete mercy.
I felt his body move closer to mine until the head of his cock brushed a wet smear against the inside of my
thigh. I wanted so badly that I couldn’t help the reflexive movement of my own body as I leaned back into him. When his cock dragged back up my thigh until it brushed at the slick lips of my cunt, I groaned high and tight.
“Want that, don’t you, baby,” he whispered hotly into my ear. His lips brushed against the shell of it before his tongue came out and slid against my earlobe. “You’ve been leaking arousal around me since the very first day I saw you. I could practically taste it on the back of my tongue.
I whined, but nodded. “I did, but I didn’t want to give in. Didn’t want to just be another notch on your bed post.” My confession made me feel ashamed and I knew my face had to be beet red thanks to my honesty.
His grip tightened as his dick pressed in finding my sweet, wanting hole and resting there. I tried to push my hips back to impale myself, but the hold he had on my hips was too strong. I whined loudly and turned my head until I could rub our cheeks together. “Please.” My plea seemed to be just what he needed and my mouth fell open when his cock breeched the entrance to my cunt. My breathing hit a wall as I luxuriated in the feeling of his rock hard cock scratching the itch that had been my need for him. It seemed to go on forever in a maddening stretch, and the entire time, Nicholas was whispering hotly in my ear.
“No one else has ever felt like this. You are so perfectly made for me.”
I moaned at his praise and the feeling of the front of his thighs meeting the back of mine. “Fuck.” My voice was thick, like my tongue had been paralyzed. The walls of my pussy squeezed his shaft in hunger. Now that he was inside me, I needed him to move. I let my head fall forward and braced my hands against the back of the couch.
“I need you,” I whispered hoping that he would fulfill my need. Nicholas leaned further over my back until his arms bracketed my own. His chest was damp with sweat, but I didn’t care. All I needed—wanted—was more. Before I could draw in the breath to beg again, he slowly pulled back until the only part of him still inside me was the head of his cock. I braced myself, but even so the first hard thrust he gave made my arms shake and punched a huff of air from my lungs. The feeling was exquisite and I felt my cunt spasm with it. Wordlessly, I spread my legs even more and let my body go limp. I didn’t want to fight, I just wanted more.
“So perfect, baby,” Nicholas whined as he thrust in again. The loud slap of our bodies meeting was satisfying, and I found myself letting out answering moans until the air was filled with the sounds of our fucking. Nicholas was quiet save his huffs of breath, and I wondered if his eyes were still red. Every other thought was driven from my mind with each powerful push into my body. I could feel the couch beginning to rock and wondered if we would fall over. Before I could voice my thought, Nicholas’ arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me up and back until I was held firm against his chest. Without a sound, he spun around and dropped down onto the couch. I was perched in his lap with my thighs still spread over his. The motion pushed him even deeper into parts of me that I didn’t think anyone had ever gone before.
“So deep,” I moaned as I circled my hips. I felt more than heard Nicholas’ moan against my back, and I continued my motions—circling and squeezing my muscles tightly—until he finally demanded control. Large hands slid under the back of my knees spreading me open. I groaned at the obscene picture we must have been making before all thoughts were once again driven from my head.
Nicholas lifted my legs slightly and began a punishing rhythm of upward thrusts. “Stroke your nipples, baby.”
I was unable to ignore his request. I lifted both of my hands to my chest and began pinching and rolling my nipples. The feelings shot through my body like lightning, and I knew my cunt had to be tightening again by the tortured groan he let out. Our actions were like a feedback loop that only served to push me higher and higher in arousal until without warning, my body locked up and I opened my mouth to yell out my completion. Dimly, in my blissed out state, I could feel Nicholas tense as well before he dropped my legs and wrapped his arms around me again. His hips pushed up in one solid thrust before he went still. I couldn’t feel him coming, but I somehow just knew he had to be.
I opened my eyes halfway and stared up at my ceiling. My body was twitching from the aftershocks of such a spectacular orgasm, but my mind was clear. Werewolf or not, Nicholas was someone I wanted and I knew I had to have him again.
Chapter Five
I opened my eyes with a groan. My body protested my move into wakefulness, but my bladder was near to bursting and I had no desire to ignore it. Slowly, I attempted to extricate myself from the tangle of limbs that Nicholas and I had fallen into the previous night. I glanced over my shoulder but could only see a dark tuft of hair. Reaching down, I lifted his arm from where it had fallen to my waist and slowly crept from the bed. My legs shook when I put weight on them, and my lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. Last night had been more than amazing and I was deliciously tired. I didn’t know if last night was so good because Nicholas was a werewolf—or just him, but I definitely wanted a repeat. Maybe I could convince him to do all of our training behind closed doors.
I heard something behind me and I paused at the doorway to the adjoining bathroom. I turned to look at where he was still huddled beneath the blankets. His hair was still visible, but I couldn’t see anything else that let me know he was in my bed. With a shake of my head, I continued into the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind me.
“Wow,” I whispered when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was plastered to one side of my head in a tangled heap that I knew would be hell to brush through. My neck was mottled pattern of stubble-burn and hickies and when I gently brushed a finger over one of them, I shivered. It was a giddy feeling—that I had a physical reminder of last night other than the physical ache between my legs. It was a feeling I’d missed for quite a while. It was a content feeling and one I knew I needed to have again, preferably now.
I quickly did my business in the bathroom and washed my hands. I expected Nicholas to still be sleeping in the bed when I came out, but what I found when I opened the door was the same white wolf from a week ago staring me down from the middle of my bed. Despite knowing that it was Nicholas, I paused.
“Nicholas?” I took a tentative step out of the doorway. His crimson eyes followed me and I tried to decide whether to approach or not. Last night’s revelations notwithstanding, I didn’t feel as uneasy as I probably should have. With a slight nod of my head, I made a decision. I took a deep breath before slowly approaching the bed. Nicholas didn’t move, but his gaze didn’t leave me either. When I reached the bed, I sank down to sit on it before my mind could convince me that it was a bad idea. I tried not to hold my body so stiffly and forced myself to lean back until I rested against his side.
He was warm and almost without thinking, one of my hands reached up to lightly scratch behind his ear. The rumbling sound that he let out made me smile despite my lingering fear, and he leaned his head down so I could more fully scratch. We sat together for a few minutes as my previous thoughts of a repeat of last night morphed into feeling at ease with my now furry companion.
“Is this what you do at home—just laze about like an overgrown puppy?” Nicholas huffed out an annoyed sounding breath, but didn’t lift his head. I giggled slightly. “You say no, but I’m going to take that as a yes since you aren’t actually speaking.” With one final scratch, I stood up from the bed. “I’m going to make some breakfast. I’m going to assume that as a wolf you can still eat what you could as a person, but if not then please don’t eat it. I don’t want to clean up wolf vomit from my floor.”
I walked over to the door and heard a soft thump which I assumed was Nicholas getting off the bed. I padded into the hallway and into my living room. I walked over to the windows and opened the blinds to let in the sun. When I turned, I saw Nicholas sitting in the middle of the couch.
“Hey, no paws on the couch.” He tilted his head and wagged his tail in response. “Uh huh, u
sing that cute puppy thing to get away with breaking the rules. I’m on to you Mr.” I smiled when he made a grumbling noise before I walked over to my kitchen. I could feel his gaze following me, but it didn’t make me uncomfortable anymore. It was actually nice to know that he was there as I went about cooking us some breakfast. I kept it simple, mostly because I didn’t actually have a lot of food in the house to begin with.
“Make sure you cut up some fruit for us.”
“Jesus!” I yelped when I heard his voice come from right behind me. I whirled around and had to swallow against the tide of arousal that came with seeing him standing naked in his human form behind the kitchen bar. “Make a little noise, why don’t you?”
Nicholas laughed loudly and even my lips tilted up. “Sorry. It’s just too fun to do that to people, especially when they can’t hear me.”
“Oh? Do other non-shifters know about you guys?” I turned back to the refrigerator to pull out some fruit.
“Some, though usually, they are involved with the pack somehow if they aren’t pack themselves. My half-sister is actually human as is one of my brothers-in-law.”
My heart jumped slightly. “Is that normal—having humans marry in?” I tried to keep the tone of my voice nonchalant. I glanced up at him from beneath my eyelashes. He was leaning against the bar casually, but his eyes were still red and still centered on me.
“It’s not rare or anything, but most shifters do tend to mate with other shifters.”
My ears perked up with that word. “Mate?”
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “Let me go find my pants. Your friend, Kayla, just pulled up in the driveway, and I don’t think I should let her see me like this.” Nicholas gestured down his body and I couldn’t help the way my gaze fell to his cock where it hung between his strong muscular thighs. I jerked my eyes up in time to catch his amused expression.
“Good idea,” I replied after licking my lips. As much as I enjoyed seeing him in the buff, I wasn’t in a hurry for anyone else to see him that way. I was possessive—which was ridiculous. Though we’d slept together last night, we hadn’t done much talking about what this thing between us really was. I forced my eyes back down and focused on cutting the last of the fruit. When my doorbell rang, I wiped my hands on a paper towel and walked over to the door. I opened the door to Kayla’s frantic face.