by Vaughn, V.
“It’s pre-cum.”
“What?”
“Pre-cum. Seeps out when we’re aroused.”
“What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Supposed to? Nothing.”
“I didn’t see that in my dream.”
“I’m sure the imagination has its limits. Never had the opportunity to fondle a cock, I guess?”
Biting her lip, she gave her head a shake. “Never wanted to touch anyone’s before now. Wolves back home don’t exactly evoke thoughts of passion.”
“That’s a shame.”
“It is what it is.” She slipped her fist back down to the base, and them up to head, this time running her fingers across the slit. “Slick.”
“Supposed to be. It has its uses.”
“Oh.” She leaned down as if to inspect it more closely, and he chuckled softly, humoring her, because when was he ever going to have such an experience again? The woman could dismantle and reassemble a gun that she probably didn’t weigh enough to properly shoot, and could likely hot-wire a car and disarm a bomb, if she were so inclined, but she’d never fiddled with a cock. He was happy to enlighten her.
Suddenly, her pink tongue flashed out in the dark and lapped up the slick pre-ejaculate from the head. She couldn’t stop him from grabbing her wrists this time. “Christina—”
“I told you I was going to show you what I was doing in my dream.”
“You were licking my cock in your dream?”
“You let me.”
“So it’s my fault?” Made sense. Of course it was. Somehow, it had to be.
“Let me.” She shook off his hands and wrapped both of hers around his shaft, leaving the head exposed.
“You don’t have to.”
“You keep telling me what I don’t have to do, and disregarding everything I want to do.”
Stunned, he closed his mouth. Was that what he’d been doing?
She lowered her head, and her dark hair fell like a curtain to obscure her face, and his cock.
Her tongue lashed against his slit and around the head, teasing, tickling, arousing, and all he could do was fist the sheets beneath him and clamp his teeth hard.
Already, his nuts were drawn up tight, and the fire in his belly warned that he’d certainly embarrass himself soon if she kept up her torture. But, he stayed still because she wanted to do this to him. Maybe if she saw the consequences of her actions, she’d be disinclined to push him further.
So, he relaxed as much as he could, and let her lick. Gently suck. Rub and fondle. So gentle, she was. So curious.
“Hard to get my mouth around,” she whispered.
He pressed his lips together, because she wanted to do this, and discouraging her would be a wasted effort. Besides, what man—or wolf—would ever say no to this?
She went at it again, moving her top hand so she could lick all around his shaft, and then her bottom hand worked up and down to spread the slickness she’d created. Her mouth closed around his head and sucked as she pulled him in.
Suck and pull, again and again. Rhythmless, but enthusiastic. It might have been the sweetest blowjob he’d ever received, but he expected no less from her. Everything about her is sweet.
“Am I hurting you?”
He barely managed to suppress the snort. “No, little wolf, you’d have to try a lot harder to hurt me.”
“Don’t want to hurt you. I want to smack you every so often, but I don’t really want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure I deserve the smacks.” And worse.
She tightened her grip around his shaft and glanced up at him.
“It’s all right. Doesn’t hurt.”
A little tighter. She resumed her tender sucks and tugs, and he let his body relax and just feel. There was nothing wrong with that, nothing taboo about what they were doing. Two consenting adults, doing a personal, adult thing.
She released her mouth’s light suction around his cock head to ask, “Faster?” stroking him up and down all the while.
“Gods, if you want.” That’d be the gentlemanly thing—to not try to draw it out, even though it felt so good.
After one more swipe of her tongue around his head, she leaned back onto her heels and massaged him with both hands. Wringing him, squeezing him, tugging his common sense down into his erection. When he erupted, his sense would be all gone, and he didn’t give a damn at the moment.
He closed his eyes and thrust into her fists, grinding his teeth at the beautiful friction, and not even caring to suppress the wanton growls vibrating in his throat.
And then, just as his belly started to burn and his cock ached with its impatience, she stopped. Removed her hands. Shifted her weight.
He opened his eyes and found her straddling him. Lowering herself onto him.
He grabbed her hips and propped her up. “No, Christina.”
“You said you wanted me to show you what I was doing in the dream.”
“I draw the line at that.”
“Why? So you don’t have to take the blame for being the one who deflowers me? Why not you? Why not right now? Makes no difference to me.”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“You’re right, I don’t. I want it to be you. I know you have your doubts about me, but I’m telling you my truth. I’m not going to regret it being you. Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because I’m a man?” he offered weakly.
She sighed and reached between his legs to prop up his dick. “Yes, you are. Let me down so I can take care of you, Anton.”
“Doing my laundry is one thing. This goes above and beyond.”
“You’d go above and beyond for me, wouldn’t you?”
“I tried to, but you wouldn’t go away.”
As his words settled in, her expression flitted rapidly from sadness to anger, stopping at what looked to be indignation. He figured that was better than making her cry.
“I’m not going away. I’m going to make you get that through your thick skull, even if it takes me the rest of my life to do it.”
“There are far more productive ways to be spending your life, little wolf.”
“That’s right. I could be cleaning that never-ending pile of weapons you have on your shelves. Or seeing if I can’t set up a little greenhouse in the back, so I can grow some fresh things. Maybe find some time to sign up for a library card. Or take some classes.”
“You could do all of those things anywhere else.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” The tart snap in her tone made his mouth fell open, but as he couldn’t think of any good words to give her, he closed it. She pressed a shaking hand against his lips as if to make certain he wouldn’t speak—to object.
“I don’t think you understand what it feels like to be afraid all the time,” she whispered. “The things I’m afraid of here are so, so different from what I got used to back home. You figured it out. Sometimes, the men back there put their hands on me in ways that weren’t so sweet, and I got to a point where I expected it. Do you know what a relief it is just feel safe? So safe that you let your guard down enough to feel other things, too?”
He pried her hand away, kissed its palm, and placed it on his chest. “No. I guess I didn’t know. You make me feel like an asshole. I was just trying to do the best thing for both of us.”
“Without my input, but I guess I should be used to that.”
That was the shameful part of it all. He hadn’t been concerned with what she wanted. He was too busy being noble by trying to send her away.
“Do you care what I want, Anton? Even a little?”
“Of course I do. A woman should have choices. I simply didn’t believe I was a good one.
“Silly wolf. Stubborn pride.”
“What else would it be?”
“Yours, or do you think I’m talking about myself? If you think mine, you’re wrong. You’re so wrong, Anton. Let me down. Let me feel you and show you how much I want you just as you ar
e.”
As I am.
He tamped back the objection that had floated to the front of his thoughts. No more. He didn’t want to push his little wolf away to some other man, whole or not. She was his. “Okay.”
She crinkled her brow. “Okay?”
“Mm-hmm. You win. If you’re not going to walk away from me—”
“I’m not,” she said quickly. “I’m stayin’.”
“Then I think I’ll have that taste of you now if you’re gonna insist on being such a temptation.” He flipped her onto her back—no difficult feat—and spread her legs before she could even try to sit up. “A man can only resist his mate for so long.”
Never before had he felt so shy about grinning. About flirting a little. It wasn’t too late to offer her a little courtship. “You offered me a taste. Have you forgotten that already, little wolf?”
She blinked rapidly several times and her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Obviously, his reversal had shocked her. “No. I didn’t forget. Does this mean—”
“Shh. We’ve done enough talking for now, I think. We can talk later and about anything you want. You can have anything you want.”
“Including you?”
“Especially me.” He edged up her shirt and bared her sweet pussy for his inspection. He parted her gently between his fingers and leaned in for just one lick. “Mmm, I knew you’d be sweet.”
Her gulp was audible. Her quavering fingers dug nervously into the rumpled covers.
“I could just eat you up, little wolf.” He pressed his tongue flat against her clit and gave it a wiggle.
She clamped her thighs against his shoulders. “I won’t object.”
“I didn’t think you would. Anything like this happen in your dream?”
She shook her head hard and balled those sheets some more.
Next, he swirled the tip of his tongue around her aroused nub and pulled it between his lips, drawing a soft moan from her that urged him on. He lashed his tongue down her slit and flicked the tip in and out of her tight channel’s entrance, inciting more writhing and the bowing of her back. “I’m gonna put in a finger and see how wet you are for me. Does that sound productive?”
“Do it,” she whispered breathlessly. “Stop teasin’.”
“Nothing wrong with a little teasing.” He tucked a fingertip into her and pressed his thumb to her clit.
“Oh!”
Slowly, his pushed his finger in to the second knuckle, barely suppressing his compulsion to breach her fully and prepare her for his cock. So damned tight, and he had to keep thinking twice before acting, because she was the only woman he’d ever been intimate with who hadn’t already been broken in, so to speak. Wolves were sexual beings. There was no shame in that, although most tried not to get too attached to their partners if they didn’t think they’d make good, permanent mates.
“I’m the only one who’s touched you here.” He stated it as a fact instead of asking a question. “Only one who’s seen you up close.”
“Yes.” She bore down onto his finger, greedily taking in more of him. He withdrew it and slipped it back in, this time working it in a circle to relax her muscles. “Does that make you happy?”
“That no one else has been close enough to taste you? Fuck yeah. I don’t relish the idea of some other asshole touching you. But you have a knack for doing all the right things at the right time, don’t you?” Even if doing so drove everyone else nuts.
He pulled her clit into his mouth again and fluttered the tip of his tongue beneath it while cautiously adding a second digit to his fingering.
She tensed around him and gasped, her knees digging into his shoulders.
“Relax, little wolf. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Try as she might, her attempt at relaxing just led to more spasms. He withdrew his fingers and returned his tongue to her slit, wetting her and massaging until he could work his fingers back in, along with a third.
“So full,” she whispered.
“Can you take a little more?”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, but nodded after a moment.
“You sure, little wolf? I won’t be able to put you back together if you regret it later.” He rubbed the tip of his middle finger against the inner wall beneath her belly button and made her legs shake. So wet now. So ready for him. He hoped, for a change, that she wouldn’t be the one talking herself out of something while he was being the one talking himself into it.
She nodded again. “Please.”
The magic word.
He eased up onto one palm and grabbed a pillow, propping up her hips. He did so with purposeful eye contact, giving her one last chance to back out.
“I can do it,” she said.
“That’s not the issue. The real question is do you want to?”
“Yes. Please. But can you kiss me first? It’s important.”
Small concession to make. He leaned in and skimmed his lips across hers gently. Not enough of a start for her, apparently, because she hooked her hand behind his neck and pulled him down.
She sucked on his lip and he put his tongue into her mouth, wondering what she thought of her own taste. He’d have to ask her later.
While she was distracted by the movements of his tongue, he pressed his cock against her entrance and worked the head past the tight barrier.
She clamped down on his lip and moaned through her clenched teeth.
He was wound so tight and desperate for relief, but he held still and waited for her body to give up its cues.
Her teeth unclamped and she whispered, “Sorry.”
“You okay, little wolf?”
“Stings a bit, but I want to feel—feel the rest.”
He gave her a little more, and she clenched around him hard enough to push him out.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry. You’re giving me a gift.” He worked himself back in, this time not stopping until he was in as far as he could go.
“I guess you’re mine now,” she whispered.
He chuckled and found her lips again. It was a naive way of thinking, but she was so sweet for wanting him.
“No decent woman will touch you,” she said. “You’ve got my scent in you now.”
“What?”
“Y’all can’t smell it. Testosterone blocks it, I guess. That’s why we don’t fight over you. We can tell that you already belong to someone. We won’t pursue you unless we’re sure it’s not a permanent match.”
“I always thought it was the other way around.”
“Works both ways, I hear.”
“Sneaky, sneaky, little wolf.” He slipped an arm under her hips and rolled onto his back. “Dastardly.”
“Just desperate to make you listen.”
He couldn’t even be mad about it. It hardly seemed like treachery, coming from his mate. What she didn’t have in size and fierceness, she made up for in cunning, and that was certainly something for him to brag about. In a good mate match, a weak wolf became more confident—more aggressive in defending her home and family—and for whatever reason, the goddess had seen fit to have Christina bloom under Anton’s watch. Perhaps he should stop disrespecting them both.
He kept her chest pressed to his and started slow, cautious thrusts into her welcoming pussy. “Yeah, I’m listening now.”
Her hot breath came out in pants and gasps against his chest, and her fingers dug into his flesh for purchase. With each stroke into her, her body tensed and relaxed, as if she were afraid he’d cause her pain, but received proof of the opposite with each thrust. He’d never hurt her on purpose, or let anyone else hurt her, either. Not anymore.
“If you want to hang onto me, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. The words were not only instructions for her to tighten her arms around him so he could give her the release she needed, but also were her one last chance to opt out of this thing—to let go of him. If she left, she’d break his heart, but that was a better deal than him inadverten
tly breaking her at some point. There wasn’t a whole lot of gentleness in his life. They’d both have to adapt.
She pulled him down, so her chest was atop hers, and clasped her hands around his back. “I’m holding on.”
“All right, little wolf.” He found her lips again and teased her mouth while increasing the speed of his thrusts. He ate every little moan and pant she offered up. She wasn’t kissing, so much as letting herself be kissed. Her heavy-lidded eyes and her toes flexed against the backs of his thighs told him that she was enjoying what he was doing, even if she wasn’t responding. At the moment, her participation was enough. She didn’t need to do anything more to please him. He’d never met a more impressive creature.
“Ah!” Her eyes opened wide and nails pierced his flesh.
Hissing at the sharp pain, he slowed his thrusts, circled his hips. “Don’t tamp it down. Let it out. It’ll feel so good with me inside you.”
“But you—oh, gods.” She tipped her head back and her lips quivered and teeth chattered as her nails dug down his back.
He gasped at her channel’s clenching spasms around his cock, and pushed himself up onto his forearms to thrust into her again and again before it stopped. Her body seemed insistent on drawing out the raging fire in his belly and extinguishing his lust, so he let it.
“Fuck!” He started to pull out as her body drew forth his seed, but she tightened her legs around his thighs, and grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth, letting it snap back.
“Don’t disrespect me.”
Vision blurring and blood pounding in his head, all he could do was nod as he came. Denying one’s mate his seed would have been considered an insult—the action would suggest she wasn’t a worthy vessel, and she certainly was. He was just used to being cautious.
Spent, he collapsed, half on her and half beside her, catching his breath as his cock deflated inside her. Turning his face toward her, he searched her expression for any sign of regret or revulsion.
Swollen lips parted, she extended a tentative hand to his face. Her fingers hovered just beside his nose where his patch began.
She seemed to be seeking his permission, so he nodded. She nudged the bit of fabric aside and carefully freed the cord from his hair. “You don’t have to hide in your own house. You don’t have to hide from me.”