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I rocked my hips into his face trying to keep the delicious feeling going and going and– “There. There.There.”
Instead of continuing, he eased up. I lifted my head and looked to him. “Why… why did you–”
His beard was coated,coated,in me. His lips practically glistened. “I’m in charge of this pussy, sugar. It’s mine. All mine.”
“Okay, fine. Your pussy, just make me come,” I snapped, very cranky for him to continue. We were playing sex games. The whole capture thing. The bad girl. The whole possessiveness streak. I’d play along if it got me an orgasm.
He lowered his head and returned to his task. It didn’t take long, he was that good. I came again, then once more, on a whimper. Then I lost count.
“Such a naughty virgin,” he murmured, as I passed out from pleasure.
7
CODY
“Am I still on drugs?”Riley murmured, her eyelids fluttering open. I’d just given her more orgasms than she could take, and her body was limp and heavy with the pleasure of it.
My cock throbbed with need, but I wasn’t about to pull it out. Not with a virgin half my age. Especially not with one I drugged and tied to the bedframe in my cabin. Not with my mate before she was ready, no matter what she said or how her body creamed for me.
“No, sugar. You’re in orgasmic bliss.” I untied her wrist, kissing the chafed skin, feeling guilty as hell for disrespecting my mate that way. She wasn’trunning now, that was for-fucking-sure, but she didn’t need reddened and sore skin as a reminder. What we’d done hadn’t been real punishment, and the only part of her that’d be reddened and sore was her ass.
But she’d enjoyed it. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d given Riley what she wanted.
She pushed up onto her elbows and tried to peer at me through heavy lids. Her t-shirt slipped to cover her gorgeous tits. Ones I had yet to savor.
“Cody?” I heard tons of apprehension in the way she said my name.
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I want you to take my virginity.”
I went still while my wolf howled in delight at her filthy little beg while she had her legs spread around my shoulders, pussy swollen and clit poking out. Fate knew I wanted to. I wanted to pop her cherry. I also wanted to mark her with my fangs. Make her mine forever.
“So you feel it?” I studied her. I wasn’t sure how much a human could register the pull of a fated mate. Wolves knew immediately from the scent. Humans’ sense of smell wasn’t nearly so refined. But she must feel something–her body’s response to me was undeniable. “You recognize that I’m your mate?”
Her brow wrinkled slightly. “You’re the one I want to take my virginity.”
I frowned. Warning bells were going off. Yes, her body was on board–hell, was it–but I suspected her mind wasn’t… yet. She felt the attraction, but didn’t understand what it meant. She wanted me to be theone.The person to be her first. Nothing more.
It was clear that she didn’t know the depth of what I wanted from her–no, needed. She understood that I was her mate. She didn’t understand what being mated meant or that wolves mated for life. That if I didn’t mark her with my scent soon, I could go moon mad. She didn’t know that once I marked her, there’d be no getting rid of me. She’d be stuck with me for the rest of her much-longer life.
As much as I wanted to fuck her, my conscience demanded I made sure she understood what was going on here. She was barely an adult. She’d never had sex. It would be so easy for me to steamroll her, but I wasn’t going to do that. Plus, she never knew shifters existed until earlier and mates only a few minutes ago.
“No.” I grit out the word.
“No?” Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally said, “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean I’m not going to fuck you.” If my wolf could harm me, it would claw out my insides for saying that.
“What?” She tried to scootch back, but I gripped her bare thighs. “Wasn’t that why you brought me here?” It was her turn to study me, her expression one of confusion and slight alarm.
“I don’t drug women for sex,” I practically snarled. Her question alone was another bit of proof that she had no idea the depth of this situation.
“Let’s do it,” she continued. “You said I’d been with boys before. I want a real man to fuck me for the first time.”
I tipped my head to the ceiling. Groaned. “You’re killing me, sugar.”
Sure, this was what I wanted, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted it all with her. Her lack of understanding was frustrating as hell, especially when she painted me as a creep or pervert. Or an asshole. Her quick one-eighty also proved she wasn’t thinking about the big picture. She saw it as sex. Satisfaction. Then… bye?