Oliver groaned and bit her neck. “You think that’s a good idea? By the time you untied me, I’d be crazy with lust.”
She was almost crazy with lust by now. “Who said I’d untie you at all? You’re strong enough to rip through anything, if you’re determined. How many times would I have to come before you tore free and got your hands on me?”
He half-chuckled, half-growled in her ear. “Depends on how much you screamed.”
“Depends on what you do when you’re crazy with lust.”
His fingers touched her underwear. “Not fast. Slow. Slow enough to make you crazy, too.”
“I’m already crazy, Oliver.” She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “You’d better take these reins and get us home, or I’m going to drag you off this horse and take you right here in the open and damned if I care if anyone catches us.”
He took the leather straps from her and spoke softly as his arm tightened around her. The horse broke into a trot, and Oliver went back to murmuring in her ear. “I have a fur rug I lay out in front of the fireplace in winter.”
It conjured a dozen dirty images, and she struggled to catch her breath as she wrapped both hands around his arm. “I don’t know what I want more… your tongue inside me again, or me on my knees while you fuck me.”
“No reason you have to choose.”
Hazel groaned and closed her eyes. “How far away is your damn house?”
“Not far now, darlin’. Just relax and tell me everything else you want to do on that rug.”
She thought of the fantasies she’d imagined during the long, lonely nights. She thought of the dark, dangerous images that filled her head when she touched herself and thought of Oliver. “Some of them are so dirty, I worry you’ll think I’m a freak.”
“Not possible, Hazel.” He nuzzled her ear with another growl. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to you if you wanted it.”
The words made her shake even as they let her admit the one thing she’d always been a little bit ashamed of. “I always blame it on the wolf, but she’s not the only one who likes the dominant stuff.”
It took him a while to answer. “It’s… been a long time since I let myself want that kind of thing.”
She fought a sudden wave of nerves. “You don’t have to. We don’t -- I don’t care. I mean, I won’t mind --”
“Hazel.” His lips pressed against her cheek. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to. It just means I’m used to ignoring the part of me that does. That’s all.”
It stirred the fear that she’d had all along, the fear that such things were dirty and wrong, and she’d been warped by spending her formative years in a brothel. “Why would you ignore it?”
“Marissa, my wife --” He cleared his throat and slowed the horse to a walk again. “She wasn’t fond of that sort of thing.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. “I’m sorry. That I brought it up, I mean.”
“It’s not your fault, and it’s not a big deal,” he insisted. “It’s only that old habits die hard, and you -- you have to tell me what you want. So that I can give it to you.”
Hazel slid her hand down his arm until she found his fingers. “I don’t know what I want. Not really. It’s all fantasy and theoretical knowledge and --” She thought about how quickly he’d punched Kyle and decided to leave off mention of the human boys she’d experimented with. “Well, that’s pretty much it.”
“Then we’ll figure it out.” He squeezed her fingers.
They crested a small hill, and Hazel stared at Oliver’s house with a mixture of sharp anticipation and nerves. She swallowed and clutched at his hand. “I want to start in your bed.”
When they reached the house, he slid down and helped her from the horse. “Go on inside while I stable him. I’ll be just a minute.”
She watched him lead his horse to the barn, then turned and scurried for the front door of his house.
Our house. She tried it out in her head, just to see how it sounded… and wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Maybe because, in her rash promise to marry him, she’d forgotten one important detail. They’d never actually gotten around to having sex without the urge to mate driving them both a little insane.
It was a silly thing to worry about, but it didn’t stop her from doing so as she avoided the kitchen and sitting room and, instead, went straight to his bedroom. The bed looked both enticing and intimidating. She distracted herself by stripping off her clothes, determined to be waiting when Oliver returned. They were going to have the hottest non-mating sex imaginable. And then she’d believe in her happily ever after.
Oliver had been setting new speed records for farm chores since Hazel first set foot in his house, and tonight was no exception. He grinned as he bounded up the front steps in search of his future bride.
He followed her scent through the house and found her in the bedroom, her clothing in a pile on the floor. She reclined on the pillows, her dark hair fanned out over the white linens, and his entire body tightened. “Comfortable?”
“A little cold.” She held out both hands to him, and they trembled a little. “Come warm me up?”
It took him a minute to get out of his boots, and he watched her as he reached for his shirt. “I’m coming, love.” It felt like he’d been waiting forever to get her in his bed when they could think clearly, and he wasn’t going to rush anything.
Faint color tinged her cheeks, and she shifted her arms slightly as if to cover her body. “I get nervous when you stare at me. I never know what you’re thinking.”
He’d never been one to share what he was thinking. “You look beautiful, and I’ve been waiting for this.”
“You have?” She sounded almost surprised.
His shirt hit the floor, and he unbuckled his belt. “It’s why I kept going too slow when you had the fever. Why I wasn’t --” Oliver cleared his throat, ashamed that she had to wonder how much he wanted her. “I wanted to make love to you.”
“Oh.” The color in her cheeks deepened, but she rose to her knees and held out her hands again. “Come here. I want to help.”
He walked over and cupped her face as he stood in front of her. “I love you. And I want to marry you.”
Hazel reached up and covered his hands with her own, and they seemed so small over his. “Then we’ll get married. Soon.”
“As soon as you’re ready.” He guided her hands down to his trousers. Her fingers fumbled a little, but she managed. As she began to free the small row of buttons, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over his chest.
His head fell back, and he slipped one hand into her hair. Need overwhelmed him as Hazel loosened his pants. He wanted to go slowly, to do all the things he’d wanted to before. Now her abandon -- her submission -- challenged his resolve.
He felt the sting of teeth a moment before slim, warm fingers wrapped around his cock. “Tell me what you want.”
He growled low in his throat. “Lie down.”
She lifted her head and stared at him for several tense heartbeats, her brown eyes hot with the slightest hint of challenge. But she moved without argument, sinking back to the bed without taking her gaze from his.
His heart pounded. “Grab the headboard.”
Another pause, longer this time, and her heart pounded as loudly as his as she lifted deceptively slender arms and curled her fingers around the wooden headboard.
Oliver struggled to keep his breathing even as he dropped his pants and underwear beside the bed and crawled up beside her. “Close your eyes.”
Her eyebrows came together. “I want to watch you.”
Her defiance triggered something in him, deep and primal, and he growled and bared his teeth. “In a minute. Right now, close your eyes.”
She reacted to the low command with a shiver and a flush that stole down her neck. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, and finally she closed her eyes with a soft, aroused noise.
He started with her throat, feathering te
nder kisses over her soft skin as he stroked her upraised arms. “Every single inch of you, Hazel. Nothing untouched.”
“And all of it yours,” she whispered, submission slightly tempered by her next words. “You know, when I want it to be.”
He smiled against the upper curve of her breast. “But only then?”
“Mmm.” She rubbed her legs together, as if trying to relieve the growing arousal that filled his senses. “It’s your job to make sure I want to be yours.”
“You will.” He turned his attention to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples to hard points. When her skin was wet from his mouth, he blew across it and groaned when she cried out and squirmed under his touch.
She was panting already, so aroused she whimpered when he lifted one leg and drew his tongue past her knee and up the inside of her thigh. “You said you wanted my tongue inside you. Do you still want that?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
His tenuous grip on control slipped a little, and he bit her hip. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth, darlin’. I want to feel you come.”
Her eyes popped open, and she stared down at him with naked lust. “That should take about twenty seconds.”
“Then you’ll do it again.” He guided her legs over his shoulders and pushed her thighs apart. “A lot.”
She groaned, tilted back her head and lifted her hips in a desperate plea. “I want to feel it again,” she choked out, her voice hoarse. “It was so good… you’re so good at it.”
The words made his chest swell with pride and satisfaction. “Better, darlin’. Now.” He bent his head and teased her with tiny licks, finally barely touching her clit. Her body twisted again, and he had to tighten his fingers on her hips to keep her still.
“It was never the mating,” she whispered suddenly, her voice cracking on another tiny moan. She lifted her head and sought his gaze, and lust wasn’t the only thing in her eyes this time. “I’ve needed you forever. I’ve wanted you forever.”
Only a few short weeks ago, those words would have sent panic lancing through him. Now, they brought only warmth, and he smiled. “I figured that part out. About both of us.”
Her breathing hitched. “I want to watch you.”
“Prop up on the pillows,” he whispered.
It took a little bit of wiggling, but a few moments later she was half reclined against the pillows. She reached down and smoothed her fingers through his hair, and her lips tugged up in a tender little smile. “You’re going to have to tie me down next time. I can’t keep myself from touching you.”
"I don't mind." He nibbled at her thigh, giving her time for her arousal to subside a little. If she wanted a show, he'd give her a show.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging a little. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because it’ll be better when I start again.”
“That makes no damn sense, Oliver Russell.”
He rubbed his thumb over her clit in a slow, firm circle that brought her hips off the bed and wrenched a soft gasp from her. “Does it now?”
“I stand corrected.” Her tongue snuck out to wet her full lower lip. “Hope you don’t mind teaching me all the dirty things I don’t know yet. You seem pretty good at them.”
“I’m motivated.” So was his cock. It throbbed so painfully he had to move just to try and relieve the aching pressure. His patience slipped a little, and he leaned down to tongue her clit.
Her throaty cry filled his ears, and he had to grip her hips again to still her writhing. “More,” she pleaded in a husky whisper that sounded like surrender. “Please… please --”
Oliver froze for a second and then thrust his tongue inside her with a growl.
Only his hands kept her from bucking off the bed. She groaned and twisted against the bed, her fingers clenched in his hair tight enough to hurt. “Is this how you feel? Is this how hot it is when you watch me suck your cock?”
“Probably.” He twitched at the mere memory of her soft lips and quick pink tongue on his cock. “It’s pretty fucking hot, sweetheart.”
She shivered, and that dangerous little tongue swiped at her lips again. “There’s a way we can both do it at the same time, isn’t there? I mean, no one ever got too precise with the particulars, since Lottie got annoyed when anyone told me the lurid details, but I thought -- I mean, can we…?”
His breath caught, and he nodded as he rose. “Come here. It’s easier if -- Here.” He lifted her over him as he dropped to the bed on his back. “Like this.”
She ended up straddling his chest, and she glanced back over her shoulder with a slightly puzzled look that faded as her eyes widened. A wicked smile tugged at her lips. “Well, a lot of things make sense now.” And with that cryptic statement she twisted and bent down to wrap her mouth around the head of his cock.
Oliver groaned and caught himself before he tightened his hands too hard around her thighs. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pulled on Hazel’s hips, trying to get her closer to his mouth. When he could reach, he drew his tongue over her in one long stroke and growled again.
Her whimpers were ten times hotter when they vibrated against his cock. She rocked a bit, trying to get closer to his tongue, and her mouth slipped lower to encase another inch of him in wet heat.
He had to push her harder, to drive her closer to orgasm so he could follow. He thrust one finger inside her and nipped at her thigh.
Hazel’s head snapped up and she let out a choked noise and rocked again. “God, Oliver, I’m -- I’m going to --” Another moan, and she dropped her forehead to his thigh as her pussy clenched around his finger. “I -- I don’t want to hurt you by mistake --”
“Just don’t bite,” he rasped, and slid another finger into her. “Don’t stop, Hazel. I want to come with you.”
Small, strong fingers curled around the base of his cock as she lifted her head. She stroked him once, the movement jerky and uncoordinated. “I’ll try --”
Her mouth returned, hot but hesitant. Her hand continued its trembling strokes as she sucked at him. She was tense and trembling, so close to the edge he knew he could push her over with a few careful caresses.
“I trust you.” He plunged his tongue into her pussy.
She came hard and fast. Her body trembled above his, and her hand tightened on his cock as her quiet, desperate whimpers vibrated through him.
He tried to hold her still so he could bring her to the peak again, but he couldn’t wait. Her mouth was hot and the taste and scent of her filled his senses. His cock throbbed as he climaxed, and he closed his teeth on the curve of her ass.
Her head flew back and she reared upright with a soft cry. Panting moans filled the room as she rocked against him and stroked him through his climax. “Again,” she whimpered. “Again, bite me --”
He did, this time at the soft spot where her ass met the back of her thigh, and she made a choked noise. She ground down against his hand, circled her hips once against his fingers, still pressed tight to her clit, and stiffened.
She went limp as suddenly as she’d tensed, and a moment later she rolled away, landing on her back next to him. “Oh my God.”
Oliver could barely breathe, much less formulate a coherent response. “Uh-huh.”
“Was it still okay?” Her breathlessness sounded tinged with a faint hint of nerves. “I -- I sort of… didn’t quite…”
“Didn’t quite what?”
“Keep my mouth where it was supposed to be.”
Her words were so shocking he barked out a laugh and sat up. “Christ, darlin’. I think your mouth was perfect.”
“Yeah?” She propped herself up on her elbows and studied him as if trying to ascertain the truth of his words. “Even though I lost control and made you come on my chest?”
He flashed her his laziest grin. “That’s what bathtubs are for.”
She laughed, looking absolutely debauched with her swollen lips, disheveled hair and his seed decorating her breasts. “Am I a
bad woman for hoping you’ll fuck me there, too?”
He rolled over to lie beside her. “Uh-uh. You have to marry me first.”
“I do, do I?” Her hair spilled over her shoulder and tickled his chest when she leaned over and brushed a kiss over the corner of his mouth. “Well we might be in trouble, then, since I don’t think anyone’s going to come here and marry us like this, but I don’t think I’m going to get cleaned up without trying to molest you in your bathtub.”
He slapped the side of her ass. “You’ll have to go it alone, then, darlin’.”
Hazel bit his bottom lip. “I’ve been alone for a really long time,” she whispered. “You can’t blame me for not wanting to let go of you now.”
“You’re not letting go.” Oliver wove his fingers into her hair. “Not ever again.”
Her eyes drifted shut, and she pressed her forehead to his. “It might take me a while to get used to this. I’ve spent an awful lot of time trying to convince myself I shouldn’t dream about you. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up.”
Another stab of guilt washed through him. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know a lot of things.”
”Just promise me you won’t let go.”
”I won’t let go, darlin’.” It would take a while for her to believe him, and he knew it. But he had time. “I won’t.”
”Mmm.” Her voice sounded sleepy. “Come take a bath with me? Please? We don’t have to do anything, I just don’t want to stop touching you.”
He rolled her over onto her back. “Rest. It’ll be a while, but I’ll get it ready.” He dropped a kiss to her cheek and climbed from the bed.
Hazel had a thousand things to think about, but none of them seemed important as she listened to Oliver moving about in the bathroom. Even with her eyes closed there could be no mistaking where she was -- not with Oliver’s scent covering the blankets, the bed…
Me.
Sleepy contentment made it hard to open her eyes even when she heard soft footsteps returning. She smiled and squinted up at Oliver, thinking he’d never looked more gorgeous. “Bath’s ready?”
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