Page 20 of A Wolf's Bargain
Cillian reared back, incredulous. Cora’s glare was back, somewhat lessened by the dark flush in her cheeks and the red marks all over her breasts. She wanted him—what he’d done. He could smell just how much she wanted it, and he was half tempted to tip her back, toss her legs over his shoulders, and feast on her pussy until she changed her song.
“And did you expect us to live as nuns in this marriage?”
Cora looked away, crossing her arms over her breasts with a scowl. “No, I—I didn’t think... I didn’t think you’d desire me in that way. We are practically strangers, after all.”
Cillian resisted the urge to move her arms himself, as well as the frustrated snarl that threatened to escape. He’d worked too hard up to that point—wouldn’t do to scare the lass now. “Aye, but not the first strangers in the world to wed, and certainly not blind.”
“I don’t understand.” Her hands loosened—just the smallest bit, but he noticed.
Cillian inhaled, holding it in a moment to both find his patience and revel in the way her scent gave her away. She could play coy all she liked, but her scent didn’t lie.
“Lass—Cora—you are my wife. You promised before the goddess herself to care for me. Do you mean to break that vow already?”
“No, of course not!”
Cillian returned his hands to her hips and rubbed up and down her curves. It was a slow, gentle motion meant to sootheand excite in equal parts. Despite her protests, Cora’s arms loosened more, and her eyelids slid shut.
“There now,Muirnin, it’s not so bad as that. I would take no pleasure in forcing you. Let me in—let me show you.”
“Show me?”
He dropped kisses across her middle, allowing one of his hands to drift closer to the tempting warmth between her legs. His other hand slipped beneath his trousers to take hold of his aching cock. The bloody thing was hard enough to pound a tent spike, and the mild relief from his own hand kept him focused. Without it, he might mount her on the spot and fuck her until they both collapsed.
“Cillian? Please, show me what?”
He stared up at her from between her legs and rasped, “Everything.”
Cora met his eyes, that stubborn fire still present in the haze of pleasure. She swallowed thickly, then reached down and cupped his cheek. “Show me,” she whispered.
Cillian nodded, rising to his feet to shed his own clothes. He quickly threw his tunic and trousers to the floor but carefully folded his wolf’s skin. He placed it next to her on the table where he could see and reach it if needed. Cora blushed at the sight of his cock bobbing between his legs, but he liked that she snuck glances anyway. Liked that, even in a small way, she was taking something for herself. He wanted her to take everything—to enjoy his body just as he wanted to enjoy hers.
Cillian took hold of his cock, grazing the head against her pussy. Her arousal coated him, making the slow strokes slick and teasing with each pass. She moaned with each stroke, especially when he pressed the head against her clit as he slid up and down.
“Cillian—I—oh! Oh, it feels so...”
Her words seemed to escape half-formed, each attempt fading into a low moan that only made him move faster, harder, until the table shook beneath them. Lightning and fire sparked and burned beneath his skin, not unlike the first time he’d taken his wolf’s skin. That had been an experience like no other before it, and now the tiny woman beneath him threatened to unravel him with just the feel of her pussy—and he wasn’t even in yet!
Suddenly, the need to be inside, the need to know if she felt just as heavenly on the inside as she did the outside, overwhelmed him. He slowed his strokes until they were slow and gentle again, trying to bring them both down from the frantic edge he’d taken them to.
Cora lifted her head, pupils blown wide with desire. “Why—is thatit, then?”
Cillian laughed and shook his head. “No, lass, that’s not it. But I’ll not have my wife’s first fuck be on the same table where I write my letters. Never be able to look my men in the eye across it again, would I?”
She yelped when he pulled her into his arms but still wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried them quickly to his bed roll and laid her out on the furs he kept out for the coldest nights. Without giving her time to protest, he followed her down, notching himself between her thighs. He kissed her hungrily, using the distraction to slide a hand between them and slip a finger inside. When she moaned and arched against him, he added another. “That’s it, lass, let me in,” he murmured between kisses. Her cries grew louder as he stretched her body to fit him. Finally, drawn to the edge of his sanity by her smell and taste, he removed his fingers and pressed his hips to hers.
“Brace yourself,” he warned, resting the head of his cock against her entrance.
She nodded, muscles tensed as though she was expecting a blow. Cillian used his thumb to tease the small bundle of fleshabove her cunt. She bit her lip, whimpering as he rubbed it in gentle circles, but obeyed. Cillian eased his cock into her with slow, even strokes. His wife was small—a fact easily forgotten with her large mouth—and he was large even for his own people. He’d hurt her if he wasn’t careful. The wolf snarled at the idea of causing her pain, pushing forward in his consciousness until the snarl escaped his mouth.
“Cillian?”
Her eyes, soft with concern for the first time since he’d met her, soothed the wolf. They slid closed when he pushed in further but opened again when he stilled. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, connected in the most primal way a man and woman could be. The feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock threatened to drive him mad if he couldn’t move, but it seemed important to hold her gaze as long as he could.
“Are you well?” he asked softly, clenching his fists beside her head.
She nodded, running her fingers up and down the lengths of his arms. “Yes, I’m fine. No—no pain. But I need... Cillian, please, I need—”
He hushed her with a deep kiss, sure that if he tried, he’d be able to taste her desire. “Shhh, wife. I know what you need. Look down. Watch as I give it to you.”