"Not a beer fan?" I inquired while setting the beers onto the table next to me.
"It tastes like piss—or at least what I'd expect piss to taste like."
A deep laugh rumbled out of me as I faced her and rested my arm on the top of the couch behind her. I wanted nothing more than to ravish her like my wolf was pressing me to, but I knew that her connection with her wolf needed to take priority.
Out.
No, you can't come out yet. This is important.
"Do you want to try to meditate to connect with your wolf like Seneca suggested? You can try here or in a room alone, whatever makes you comfortable."
She fiddled with her thumbs in her lap, staring at them as if they held all the answers. Glancing up at me, she admitted, "I feel like I'm trying too hard for something that should feel natural. Like I'm trying to force it almost."
Nodding my understanding, I grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it in silent support as she continued. "I want to do something tonight that I don't have to force..." she trailed off nervously while biting her lip, and her eyes flicked up to me, "I just want to feel."
Claim!
My wolf snarled inside me, and my head rang from how loudly he projected into our mind. My vision swam from the ordeal, and I tried to take deep breaths to steady myself. Warm hands on my cheeks centered me, and I focused on the radiating heat between our skin.
Her gentle caressing of my cheeks sent a lightning bolt of desire to my cock as I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, scenting her usual cherry blossom notes, but also detecting her arousal. Placing my hands over hers, I pulled them down and opened my eyes, taking in how she shifted her legs together and fidgeted in her seat.
"I think my Kitten is in need of her mate," I rasped, drawing a small gasp from her as her eyes widened. The scent of her arousal flared, permeating the air, and my cock pulsed with need, but I wouldn't make a move yet.
She may have owned my soul already, but I couldn't help the desire to draw more out of her before giving in to her. I wanted to hear her beg for my cock while on her knees, writhing in need until she felt like she would combust if she didn't have me fully sheathed in her.
It wasn't that I wanted to dominate her. That was the special part of a submissive and alpha relationship. She would always be in charge, which meant this would require her to knowingly and willingly give me that control and trust me to not abuse it.
That's what I wanted. Her trust.
Wetting her bottom lip with her tongue, she nibbled it before standing up and taking a step to stand directly in front of me. Rubbing her lips together for a moment, she looked down at me with confidence radiating from her now as she announced, "I want you to make me come multiple times tonight. With your fingers, your tongue, and your cock."
Fuck, I could come on the spot just from the sound of such dirty things coming from her innocent mouth with such assuredness.
Shifting over towards the middle of the loveseat, I settled my arms on the back of the couch and purred, "Come here then, Kitten," wanting her to continue to find her confidence before I flipped the script on her.
Without hesitation, she dropped one leg on either side of me, easing down to straddle me. Dropping my arms so I could cup her ass in my palms, I growled lightly at the material beneath my hands. Too many layers of clothes separated us for my taste.
It became apparent she enjoyed this play for dominance when she cheekily asked in a breathy voice, "Is there something you'd like me to do about that?"
Little vixen.
"Strip for me, Kitten." She didn't keep me waiting long, stepping back up and turning around to present her ass to me.
She set an agonizing pace, but I bit back my demands, remembering that I was letting her find her confidence. I'd bite my lip until it bled if that's what it took to give her the time she needed to come into her own sensuality without fear of judgement or me rushing her.
Her hips pushed back as she leaned forward slightly, pulling the leggings down over her ass. She had no underwear on, and I almost lost all semblance of self control as I saw her glistening folds on display for me. Grunting, I lifted my hands up to caress the smooth skin of her ass as she bent all the way down to remove the leggings completely.
Moving a hand to her hip, I gripped her tightly as my other hand traced a path to her tailbone and wandered down. My thumb caressed the outside of her asshole, softly teasing the nerves there. She stiffened but didn't move away
That was a good sign. Her hesitance stemmed from the new sensation, but she didn't jerk away from my touch, trusting me to handle her with care.
We'd get to that in the future.
"Stay bent over, Kitten. Grab your ankles and spread your legs a tad," I commanded, ready to take over now that I felt satisfied in her display of trust.
She did as I asked without question, and I scooted towards the edge of the seat, bringing my nose right to her heat and inhaling her scent. Delectable.
A shiver ran through her, but she remained still and on display for me, waiting for me to continue. She deserved a reward for her good behavior. Bringing my left hand up, I traced softly over her swollen clit as I breathed over her lips. With the cold air in such juxtaposition to her heat, it would drive her crazy.
A light moan came from her as I repeated the process, just barely applying more pressure to her clit as I did so. "Please," she softly gasped out.
Whispering against her pussy, I let the hot air from my mouth spread over her this time, "Please what, Kitten?"
"I need more," she pleaded, bringing a smirk to my face.
Opening my mouth, I snaked my tongue out to trace the outside of her lips as I pressed up on her clit firmly and began rubbing it in circular movements. Needing to taste more of her, I pressed my tongue past her folds and straight into her pussy.
She tasted amazing, and my wolf howled in our shared mind, her smell tantalizing him, making him go crazy at the opportunity to finally solidify the bond.
Languidly thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I reveled in tasting her sweet juices. After a few moments of this, I withdrew my tongue and quickly sucked on two fingers before easing them into her, stretching her tight walls.
Delighting in her sounds, my cock twitched in my pants, ready to sink deep into her heat.
Not yet.
I curled my fingers down to hit her g spot as I slowly thrust them in and out of her, eliciting soft moans and gasps from her. Moving my mouth up a bit, I kept up my ministrations with my fingers while tilting my head slightly to line up with my goal.
Flicking my tongue against the tight ring of muscles in her asshole, I traced around it, and her pussy clenched tightly around my fingers as she moaned my name, "Seth... Fuck that feels good."
Wasn’t it just yesterday morning that I'd threatened to come into the shower to show her why she should be moaning my name?
I pulled my tongue back, gathering a bit of spit in my mouth, then pressed back into her asshole, lightly penetrating the muscle there as I increased the pace of my fingers.
"Seth! I'm going to come. Don't stop."
Not wanting to press too far, I kept the tip of my tongue at her entrance and slowly moved it in circles, feeling her walls clamp down on my fingers as she climaxed. I continued to stroke her pussy as she rode the wave of bliss, lifting my head back to watch her orgasm coat my fingers.
Breathing heavily and with her legs shaking slightly, she stood up and turned to face me as I withdrew from her. Her shirt just barely covered her mound from sight, and I ordered her to take it off. "I want to see your breasts bounce as I fuck you next. That was the last item on your list, right? To come from my fingers, tongue, and cock?"
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kira
Waves of pleasure worked their way through my body all the way to the tips of my fingers as my orgasm continued to crash through me. I’d never considered that I would enjoy any kind of anal play, but he had opened a lot of doors in my head for the future wit
h how gentle he had been while introducing me to that new sensation.
Crossing my arms in front of me to grip the bottom of my shirt, I lifted it off of me and threw it to the ground beside my feet. Standing there naked in front of him while he took my body in from head to toe with a hunger in his hooded gaze, I felt beautiful.
I felt powerful.
Even after that massive orgasm that had rocked me to my core, I needed more, and I needed it now.
Cocking my head to the side, I inquired, "Are you going to get naked so you can fuck me, or do you plan to just sit there admiring the view?"
A deep laugh rumbled from his chest as he slowly pushed himself up to tower over me. Tilting my head back to meet his gaze, I saw him smiling wickedly as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it down on top of mine.
He was moving too slowly for my liking, so I reached for his shorts and pulled them down, only to find boxer briefs still separating me from his cock. I growled in frustration at the offending material.
Gripping the waistband of his briefs, I bent my knees to pull them all the way to the ground with his shorts. At this level, his cock sprang free inches from my face, making my mouth water to taste it again.
As I reached for it, Seth knocked my hand away, "No. Get on your hands and knees on the loveseat."
His commanding presence was a turn on, sending another spark of need through me, and heat pooled in my navel. Doing as he said, I dropped onto the leather seat with my ass in the air and pointed towards him. He cooed down at me and ran a hand over my ass, "That's perfect, Kitten."
I felt the tip of his cock pressing lightly against my entrance, and I whimpered, trying to push back onto it. He pulled back and tsked at me, dragging the tip up and down my slit, wetting it with the remnants of my orgasm.
Frustrated with his teasing, I attempted once more to push back onto him, but the sharp sting from a smack of his hand on my ass made me pause. The skin tingled in its wake, but he quickly soothed the area with his hand, rubbing it lightly.
"I'm setting the pace here, Kira. You only get to come when I allow it." He punctuated that statement by slowly beginning to sink into me, emphasizing his control with the restrained momentum.
His cock stretched my still somewhat sore walls, but luckily with how wet I was, it didn't ache for long. Pleasure quickly overshadowed any lingering soreness as he sank all the way to his base, filling me even more than Milo had.
Each man brought such different pleasure to me. Milo stretching me to my limits, and Seth filling me further than I thought I could take.
"You're so deep," I hissed, as he eased out then filled me again.
Gripping my hips, he picked up speed and groaned, "You fit so perfectly around my cock, Kitten."
His dirty talk sent a flood of pleasure through me, and he began gliding in and out, my arousal providing ample lubrication for us. Just as I began moaning from his pace and felt myself building to another climax, he slowed back down to his original measured strokes.
"No! Don't stop!"
Another swat to my ass sealed my lips, and I clamped around his cock, loving the light sting in combination with his cock filling me.
"Remember what I said earlier?"
Biting back the retort that wanted to escape me, I answered, "Yes. I only get to come when you allow it."
He rewarded me by increasing his pace, and within a matter of moments, my face was shoved into the back of the couch by the force with which he fucked me. My cheek pressed against the leather as I cried out, so close to my release.
Ramming into me over and over, he groaned, "Come for me, Kitten. Now." Another swat landed with his command, and I unraveled at his touch.
I screamed my release, and he moaned behind me, his hold on my hips tightening as he stilled and emptied into me.
Holy shit.
I was left panting in a disheveled mess as he pulled out and kissed my back before telling me he'd be right back with a washcloth. It wasn’t like I could have gone anywhere with the jelly-like feeling in my muscles at that moment.
A cold sensation jerked me out of my euphoric state of bliss as he wiped my pussy gently. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough with you?"
The concern in his words and the way he cared for me blew my mind. It was jarring to go from spending almost my entire life without knowing love and kindness, to having two doting mates who seemed to live and breathe for my well-being and happiness.
Easing out of my awkward position, I rolled over onto my butt and looked up at him. His disheveled black locks stuck up in various directions, while the white tuft in the front, stuck to the sweat on his forehead.
"I'm fine, Seth. It was perfect." I assured him, standing up to get a quick kiss before attempting to find the bathroom to shower.
Just as I walked down the hall in the direction he’d sent me, his front door split open with a resounding crack. Whipping around, I crouched into a defensive position, not wanting to be seen like this by an intruder.
"Jameson!" Seth roared at the limping and bloodied wolf that staggered a few steps before collapsing. His chest heaved with labored breaths, and red coated his once white fur, now soaked with blood.
Something snapped in me at the sight of him so close to death's door. Not giving a shit about my nudity, I ran to him and dropped to my knees on the ground at the same time Seth did. Frantically looking over him for the most severe wounds, I croaked out, "Why isn't he healing?"
"This wound looks the worst, and it's bubbling up with a black liquid. It must be from a Daimona." Gingerly, Seth reached to part some of Jameson’s fur to inspect the wound on his side, but Jameson bucked up, snarling and snapping his jaws at Seth. Seth fell back onto his ass and held his hands up, "Woah there. I won't hurt you."
Jameson's act of aggression didn't last long as he whined and took two steps towards me before collapsing, his large head falling directly onto my lap. His mouth parted, and he struggled to take breaths. His icy eyes showed fear and helplessness in them—the first time I’d seen those emotions appear since his mother's death.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grimaced and threatened him, "You're not allowed to die, you asshole. We have too much shit to work through. I will pull you back from the grave if I have to."
His large eyes fell shut, and his breathing slowed, barely a whisper of air against my thigh from his open jaws.
No!
Frustration welled up within me at how helpless I felt as I lowered my head to him and sobbed over his wolf. He might have been the biggest asshole growing up, and yes, maybe he needed to work through his own demons before we could ever move forward together, but he was my pain in the ass.
The universe said so.
It was time to stop thinking of my powers and my wolf as separate entities that were out of my control. Sitting back up, I wiped my tears angrily with my forearm and blew out a shaky breath. Placing my hand on his forehead, I closed my eyes and pictured myself back with Selene, reaching out into the fire and accepting my role and all of the gifts that came along with it.
I imagined the fire burning through every nerve ending, alighting them with power that pulsated through me. Shifting back to the core flame in my chest, I reached out and demanded it heed me.
I am your master.
The blue flame roared to new heights as if trying to intimidate me, but I refused to back down. Lunging forward, I closed my hand around a tendril, and it was like I had gripped a live electrical wire. My body shook, and a searing heat burned through my forehead.
Mate.
My wolf whined softly in our shared mind. I didn't have time to rejoice at her return, vowing to speak with her after we handled this situation.
My eyes flew open, and I found myself in the greyscale world once more, the same as this morning. Searching for the flame that symbolized his soul, I frantically looked over him, not seeing even the faintest trace.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth's burning brightly, so I knew my powers weren't br
oken. Huffing, I refused to give up and re-focused my energy, calling to his soul with my own.
A flash of light caught my eye, and I zeroed in on it. There! A hint of blue flame flickered amidst a black cloud, shadowing it from my sight. It tainted his soul, and it suddenly made sense why he wasn't healing. The Daimona must be able to render their victims helpless when they wound them, sending this dark magic festering through them on contact.
My eternal flame kept building, and I felt as if my skin was blistering from the heat searing through me. Reaching out to cup his soul in my hands, I focused my energy into my palms, picturing my flames scouring the darkness from him.
I'll burn the shadows out of your soul, Jameson. Hang on.
Willing this to work, I pushed all my energy into the flames pulsing around his soul, doing exactly what I promised. Charred black pieces floated through the air as I seared them away until my flames danced in tandem with his own, free of all traces of the black poison.
Present.
My wolf steered me to focus on the present moment, and I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of his fur beneath my hand. The soft pieces tickling my palm, and his light breaths warming my thighs.
A loud whine pierced the air, and my eyes flew open, taking in his bright eyes staring up at me once more. Sagging in relief, I leaned down and kissed his forehead, whispering, "You can't get away from me that easily."
"Thank fuck. Kira, you're incredible," Seth gushed from his kneeling position on Jameson's other side. His eyes were wide with wonder, and I noticed the gleam of wetness trailing down his face.
Fatigue washed over me, but I knew Jameson wasn't out of the woods yet with all of the blood loss he'd suffered. "Let's try to get him cleaned up so his wounds don't fester with a regular infection."
I lifted Jameson's head out of my lap and softly placed it on the ground before ambling to my feet. Seth rose up at the same time and grabbed my hand, halting me from going to find supplies.
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