“I want you to sit over there while I get the things I need and to change the covers. I’ve…well…” Dual crimson patches appeared on his cheeks. “I’ve soaked through the blanket and the sheets.”
He sat, looking shy and embarrassed at the same time. She laughed and nodded. “Fine. Go do your preparations and I’ll go get some wine and watch you clean up.” She couldn’t stop the smile on her face. It felt good having him in her space. From the moment he entered the house it felt right and comfortable. The fact that he wanted to set the mood and clean up a bit was nice, nothing like what she had expected.
Carissa crawled off the bed, went the kitchen, grabbed the wine and a glass and came back.
“Oh, none for me?” Brent teased.
“You haven’t earned it yet. I’ll decide if you get a sip if you make up my bed correctly. The bedclothes are in the armoire, by the way.” She settled into a chair near a window and watched him tear things apart. As he moved and bent his body, it made his muscles bunch in delightful ways. The sight of it made her skin warm and her sexual awareness of him soar. The scent of dragon still hung around the room, adding to her anticipation. She watched the smooth glide of his golden skin with just a hint of blue. The care he put into dressing up the bed once again, and the way he made sure to clean up and put her sheets and coverlet in the laundry bag in the corner, made her giggle. Maybe she would keep him around for his cleaning skills.
She sipped the deep, burgundy wine she had selected. The rich bouquet, with a hint of spice and sweetness, rolled over her taste buds, and she wondered what it would taste like as she lapped it up from his skin. That would be something to bring up later. Right now she would enjoy the view.
He managed to get the bed looking presentable, almost the way she made it up herself, minus the hospital corners.
Carissa almost chuckled. “Not bad, but next time, you’ll have to do much better,” she taunted.
“Hey, I’m doing this with an audience. Don’t razz me. Now get on this bed, woman, and I’ll show you something I’m much better at.”
She could only chuckle as he walked out of the room. She put the stopper back in the wine and set it on the side table. Carissa downed the rest of her glass in one gulp and then went to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him. He returned a minute later with a bucket filled with ice. Without a word he put it down on the nightstand and looked up at her.
“Toys?” His serious tone made her wary.
“The trunk in the closet. What, no smile for me?” She queried as she eyed the bucket of ice. Was he going to use that ice on her, or was it for something else? Red wine didn’t need to be chilled. She shook her head.
“Lie back, extend your arms over your head and close your eyes. You just have to trust me.” His tone was darker, rougher.
“Fine, just don’t break my furniture.” She scooted back, lay down and stretched her arms over her head, then closed her eyes. With her vision blocked, her senses were enhanced. She could smell his arousal and sweat more sharply. His footfalls were lighter. He moved like the wind. If she’d been asleep, she wouldn’t have known he was there. It was an interesting notion, perhaps a burglar-turned-lover sneaking in to surprise her? She decided to think on it a bit deeper later. For now, she’d oblige him with whatever he wanted.
The seconds ticked by as she waited for him to come to the bed. He took his time. By the time he got back to her, the urge to move was overwhelming. Carissa’s muscles burned and itched and her arms began to ache.
She opened her mouth to say something to him, but he covered it with his. She hadn’t even felt the bed dip from his weight. Her lips tingled. She opened her mouth to him, giving permission for his tongue to enter and writhe against hers, slowly gliding and teasing. In, out, swirl—exploring the recesses of her mouth until she was mindless with arousal.
She wanted to thread her fingers through his hair and hold his head close. When she started to move her arms, he pulled back, with only his breath whispering against her tender flesh.
“Brent—” she started, only to be cut off with another soul-searing kiss. Her toes curled as liquid fire seared up and down her spine and around the base of her back. Tingles raced along her inner thighs and the nape of her neck. Sweat dampened her forehead. She whimpered as he pulled away.
“Brent?” she whispered.
“I’m here, honey. I’m right here. Just relax and trust me. Keep your hands over your head. At any time that you want out, just say sprouts… Well, unless you love them and then we’ll have to figure something else out,” he chuckled.
She grinned. “I hated Brussels sprouts as a kid. Well, unless you deep fry them.”
“Fine, sprouts it is. Now hold tight, honey.” He moved away with soft footfalls. She heard dull thuds against wood and then felt the press of silk against her eyelids and temples. Next, she felt the rough softness of satin against her wrists. He tied her up to the bed posts. She tugged, making sure that the bonds were secure. They were, but she felt she could still rip them if she wanted to. Next, she focused on her breath, on the movement of her torso as she breathed in and out. She squeezed her toes, tensed the muscles in her legs and let them relax, going through the motions until her arms and legs were free from stress. Bondage was her fantasy but that didn’t mean that a part of her felt a tremor of fear at having no control. She’d never trusted a lover like this before.
What if he didn’t stop? What if she got hurt? What if his dragon took over during sex?
“Honey,” he caressed her arms. The soft sweetness grounded her, centered her attention on him. “I’m going to just tie down your wrists but not your ankles. You’re strong enough that if you really want to get out you can. Okay?”
A sense of relief filled her. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes at his thoughtfulness. She nodded in gratification.
“No, honey, you need to tell me you understand. Are you okay with just having your wrists tied?” His tone demanded a response.
“Yes, I understand.” She smiled.
The rough pads of his fingertips caressed her cheek. “Good. Next, I’m going to start kissing your body. In between the kisses I’m going to be using ice. We’re going to do hot and cold. I’m telling you this so you don’t freak out. Do you understand? Answer me with a yes or no. No nodding.”
“Yes, I understand. Thank you for telling me.” She blew out another breath and waited for him to act out what he said.
The bed shook as it accepted his weight. Carissa felt his mouth against her instep. He moved slowly, taking his time, pausing between touches so that she couldn’t predict when he would kiss her next. She bit her lip to keep herself from demanding he move faster. She stayed silent and tried to squirm and guide him up to where she wanted him to go. Her nipples and clit pulsed. Sweat slid down her temple as her heart beat increased. Her moisture dampened her thighs as she tried not to squirm.
“Brent, please. I need you to suck my clit.”
His answer was a dark chuckle that did nothing to ease the pressure in her belly or the ache between her thighs. She shifted her hips and tried to close her legs, but Brent pushed them wider. “Is this comfortable for you?”
Carissa appreciated his concern. “I’m good. But if you stop, I’ll kill. Move faster,” she growled.
He laughed again. “My pace, honey. Relax and enjoy it.”
He went back to kisses, throwing in nips and licks. She sucked in a breath when she felt the slippery cold of ice along the back of her knee, teasing her. He replaced the cold with the warm of his mouth, sucking at the sensitive flesh. She felt sharp tugs in her womb with each pull of his mouth. He continued to tease her, moving up her leg to lap along the juncture of her thigh. Brent kissed low across her stomach before going down her other leg, showing it the same attention. Her clit continued to pulse, the ache ratcheting up until she wasn’t sure she could go another second without his attention on that aching bundle of nerves. Carissa opened her mouth to plead with him to touch he
r there, when she felt him settle between her legs. Then she felt the gentle brush of his warm breath against her damp labia.
Brent reached up and gripped her hips in a firm hold that didn’t allow her much movement. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her buttocks, holding her in place. He blew on her clit, setting off sparks. Her vaginal walls clenched as more liquid leaked out of her aching core. He lapped up her juices, teasing her nether lips with light swipes. His tongue felt oddly rough, but that texture elicited warm sensations that flooded her belly. Her stomach muscles tensed and relaxed as the pressure began to build. He flicked her clit with light passes that set off shards of electricity.
Something burst inside her, filling her body with more heat, as rivulets of sweat ran down her chest and her sides. Tendrils of hair stuck to her forehead and cheek as she shook her head back and forth. Pleasure built, coiled, and then expanded outward, filling her abdomen and climbing through her body. It was too much. Her skin felt too tight as he flicked and licked her stomach. He parted the thick lips of her labia and sucked the bud into his mouth, worrying the sensitive head while his fingers circled her dripping entrance.
She wrapped her legs around his head, using her foot to pull him closer to her needy slit.
He stilled. No movement.
“Lick me, you bastard!” Carissa screamed.
“No,” Brent murmured. “Move your legs and relax. I’m in charge. Remember that.” He nipped the tip of her clit and began to suck and lick along her labia, moving away from her throbbing clit.
She gritted her teeth and tried to remember that he was trying to give her pleasure. But her wolf wanted to kill him for stopping, and now he wasn’t even close to the center of their desire. She squeezed her hands into fists and tried to find some sort of calm within her but it wasn’t working, not in the least. He had to get a move on. He had to satisfy her—now!
Chapter Thirteen
Brent felt like a bubbling cauldron of white-hot lava that wanted to explode. Whenever he shifted on the covers, sparks were set off along his shaft. His balls throbbed as he tried to hold still and not move a muscle. She had to calm down and allow him to go back to giving her pleasure, his way. Yes, it would require patience, but the reward for her would be so much more than she thought. With each breath, he inhaled the scent of her musk. He imprinted it on his mind. Time stretched out and he began to think she would never relax. He watched her body carefully. He blew out a breath against her clit and watched her legs sink into the mattress. At last, the tension faded.
Brent circled her soaked entrance with just the tip of his tongue before lapping a path back up to her clit. With slow flicks, he teased her and tortured himself. He sank one finger into her tight sheath, and held back a groan when he felt her internal muscles clench around that single digit.
He could only imagine what her pussy would feel like around his throbbing cock. Brent took her clit into his mouth, rolling the nub along his tongue as he inserted a second finger into her hot, wet vagina. Synching his ministrations, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy as he flicked her clit. When he sucked on the nub, he pushed his fingers forward. In, out, flick, suck. Her hips rocked against his mouth as he felt her desire.
“Brent,” she moaned, her voice husky, filled with need. “Please, I’m on the pill. I need you. We can’t get any STIs, not like humans. We don’t have to worry. Just fuck me.”
He continued to torment her, pushing her closer to her climax. Her juices coated his chin and mouth. She rode his fingers and rocked against his mouth. At the first fluttering of her vaginal walls, he stopped, pulled out of her gripping sex and away from her clit. He held back a tight smile when she let out a scream of frustration and flailed about on the bed. It took a few moments before she calmed down.
He cleared his throat. “I want you absolutely crazed. When you come I want you to come so hard you see stars and you scream my name so loud that your neighbors hear it.” He forced out the words between clenched teeth.
He blew out a breath and grabbed a handful of ice. He bathed his face, chest, and then, with hesitation, his cock. He ran the cubes up and down his shaft and around his testicles until he felt some of his desire abate to a controllable level. For a moment, he hesitated about using the ice on her. A pissed-off, female werewolf who wanted satiation could turn volatile at any second. He put back all but one cube of ice and then turned to her, praying to the gods that she wouldn’t rip off the scarves and try to unman him.
He started by placing the ice on her collarbone and passing it over the skin. When she didn’t protest, he continued, moving it down her breast, circling the mound until he got to her nipple. The silver bar glinted in the moonlight that streamed through the window. It shone like a beacon, calling to him to use it to ramp up her pleasure. With a deep breath, he planted one hand on the bed and lowered himself down.
He closed his eyes as his arousal flared hot and his skin prickled at the contact with her body. He let out a hissed breath and tried to focus on why he was doing this: her pleasure. Brent took her nipple between his teeth and tugged. With each pull, she moaned. He felt her heart hammering against his chest. With each breath, the perfume of her musk, sweat, and need became his air. He felt her body wriggling under him as her back arched, and she pushed her breast up into his mouth.
He pulled back and used the ice. When she let out a groan, he continued his actions: suck, tug, pull, ice, and wait, repeat.
When he felt that her nipple had become too sensitive, he moved onto the other one with the same tactics. The diamond hard tips with the added barbells scraped against his chest, creating beautiful sensations that shot straight to his groin.
With a groan, he blazed a path down her body, using the ice to switch up the sensations she was feeling until she couldn’t tell hot from cold. When he got to her pussy, it was soaked. Her juices coated the thick lips of her labia. Her clit, flushed with blood, breached the dewy petals, waiting for his mouth and fingers. He didn’t disappoint; he ate at her sensitive flesh, tempering the warmth of his lips and tongue with the ice cube. When that had melted, he grabbed another, rocking the long cylindrical piece in and out of her pussy until it had become nothing but water.
When he left her clit, he used his fingers to continue her torment, and stabbed his tongue into her dripping center. In and out—squeeze, swipe.
“Brent.” His name was a breathy whisper as her body climbed to its peak. She rode his tongue and fingers.
His cock throbbed, balls pulsing with the need to spill into her womb. The fire consumed him, searing away his blood and replacing it with magma. He couldn’t wait anymore. He released her throbbing sex, and sat up on his heels. He moved forward, grabbed her hips and lined up his erection with her soaked entrance.
He pushed his hips forward, allowing his cockhead to sweep against her wet nether-lips.
“Now, damn it! Put your cock in me, now!” she ordered.
Unable to deny her or himself any longer, Brent pushed forward, sinking his length into her tightness. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper inside. He pulled back and rocked forward again, starting that ancient rhythm that bound people together.
“Goddess, you’re tight.” Tendrils of fire wrapped around his spine as sparks raced up and down his back. He became overwhelmed with the sensation of being inside her, connected to her. All he could do was become sensation and desire, a living flame.
Brent pistoned his hips. With each glide of his cock into her tight sheath, sparks burst as pressure coiled in his belly. The ball of tension grew, seeping out into all the recesses of his body until he became nothing but heat and pressure, ready to pop at any second. He felt her body still as her pussy fluttered around him before it clamped down around his shaft. He felt her begin to come, as he fucked her harder, faster, until electricity tingled from his toes to the top of his head and back down again.
The dragon surged forward for the second time that night. The shift slammed into him, t
urning his flesh into scales and his fingernails into talons. His tail and wings burst forth from the base of his back and his shoulders. He became awash in pain, fire, and pleasure all rolled into one glorious eruption.
Brent came, spurting his seed deep into her vagina. He continued to pump his hips until his balls were empty and he felt lightheaded. Fireworks burst behind his eyelids. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes but he didn’t care. His limbs quivered as all his energy rushed out of him in one go. He collapsed on top of her with barely the presence of mind to put his hands out so that he didn’t crash onto her completely and crush her with his weight.
“Carissa,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss to the center of her chest. He rested his head on her breast as he listened to the combined sounds of the racing of their hearts in his ears. He felt her fingers thread through his damp tresses, but paid that no mind. His mind was an oasis of static. He couldn’t even figure out if his body had gone back to his human form or if his wings were gone. Brent just knew that he was finally satisfied.
He rolled over onto his side and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Sleep took him under its black veil as he nuzzled her neck and fell asleep on her shoulder. The night had truly ended perfectly.
* * *
Sunlight painted the room behind Carissa’s eyelids with bright yellow light. She groaned and rolled away from it, praying for a few more minutes of rest. The press of a warm, hard body against her back made her move towards it.
Brent.
She vaguely remembered the best sex she’d ever had. Her mind was still a bit foggy. She snuggled against him and prayed for a few more minutes to enjoy this moment.
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