Page 36 of A Wolf's Bargain

He sounded as though he was the one losing control. He undid the last lace and all but tore the thick kirtle away, tossing it in a heap on the ground. In a matter of moments, the rest of her clothing was gone as well.

She’d been naked on their wedding night, but it had felt different now. She’d been so afraid and so determined not to let him see it. Her nakedness had been one drop in her bucket of concerns that night, and it seemed silly to worry about it now.

Now, she wondered. The pale moonlight gave his skin an almost otherworldly glow, and she imagined for a moment what it might be like if she were luchthonn as he was. Would she glow too? Would he prefer it if she did? Her hands trembled where she’d laid them on his chest, and she gasped when he took theminto his own and laced their fingers together. The frantic energy in his eyes cooled to something almost reverential.

“I’ve never been much for worship, Cora. I’ll honor the moon as much as the next wolf, but it’s never guided my life. But tonight, I must believe that our lady is real because only a goddess could have blessed me with the woman before me.”

He kissed her forehead, her nose, then her lips. “You are the most beautiful woman in all the world,Mo ghrá. Ask, and I will worship at your altar until dawn.”

When they’d faced her father, Cillian had called her his ‘swooning bride.’ She’d wanted to beat him with his own sword at the time for insinuating any man, let alone him, could make her swoon. It shouldn’t have been possible to be so wrong about a man, yet here she lay, swooning.

Still, it hadn’t been his softness that had set her body on fire tonight. It hadn’t been beautiful words and feelings that swelled in her heart, begging her to give them voice.

It had been a beast.

A chase.

A hunt.

And God help her, but she wanted that again. She wanted everything he’d promised. Everything he’d teased and tormented her with. There would be time for sweet nothings in the morning, but for now, she wanted her beast, her wolf, back.

Rather than speak, she surged forward, hoping to bruise his lips with her kiss just as he had hers. She swallowed his surprised groan with a triumphant smile. He’d told her to ask for what she wanted, but she couldn’t. It was too much to put it all to words—too hard to break away from him long enough to voice it. So, she showed him instead. She took one of his large hands in hers, pressing it to her breast. He squeezed the soft flesh, then surprised her with a pinch on her aching nipple.

She took the other and slipped it between her legs, showing him how she wanted to be touched. When he moved of his own accord, she moaned, bucking against his hand. She shuddered at the sharp points of pleasure spreading like ripples in a pond.

“Fuck, lass—Cora—that’s it, girl, ride my hand,” he ordered between kisses. He slipped two fingers inside her without warning, and Cora squealed at the unexpected invasion. It didn’t hurt the way it had the first time, and the uncomfortable stretch only lasted for a moment before it melted into pleasure.

Part of her considered arguing that what he was doing felt nothing like riding. A larger, more sensible part elected to do as she was told. She ground against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper inside. The pressure was too much and not enough at the same time. The meat of his palm brushed the small bud of flesh above her entrance every time she pressed against him, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, she was empty again, the fullness of his fingers gone right when she needed it most. Betrayal warred with need in her heart, but before she could protest, her beast was on his knees, shoving her legs apart. “Told you I’d feast on this cunt,” he said, his tone rough and animalistic. “Best brace yourself.”

She started to ask what he meant, but she lost her words in the high, needy cry he tore from her lips with the first rough swipe of his tongue. It was everything she’d imagined—it was more. He devoured her, just as he’d promised, and she was sure no prey had ever enjoyed their death so much.

Her climax came quickly as she writhed against him, with fingers buried in his hair and one leg slung over his shoulder. How could it not? His tongue, his lips, his teeth—everything he did took her to new and sharper heights until there was simply nowhere else to go but over the edge and into the abyss. She might have called his name—she wasn’t sure. Her mouthwasn’t in her control just then; she might have simply cried and moaned like a dog in heat. She thought he might like it if she did.

Soon, the haze of pleasure cleared. His touches, which had been everything she needed only moments before, became too much for her sensitive flesh. Cillian pulled away, his lips and beard wet with her arousal, and Cora ran her fingers through his long hair, smoothing the errant strands she’d used as an anchor. He smirked up at her, squeezing her arse in his hands and nipping playfully at her hip. “Enjoyed that, did you? I knew you would.”

Cora pretended to consider for a moment before shrugging dismissively. “It’ll do, I suppose. If that’s really the best you can do.”

Cillian’s grin turned sharp and predatory. He slid her leg off of his shoulder and rose to his feet, towering over her. “Oh, it’ll do, will it? Does my cheeky wife think she could do better?”

He gripped his cock, sliding his hand up the shaft. A thick drop of liquid gathered at the tip, and Cora had the unexpected desire to taste it. She knew it was something people did, of course. Until now, she’d always found the idea of sticking a man’s cock in her mouth to be humiliating—or, at the very least, unsanitary. She wondered if Cillian had some sort of animal magnetism that was to blame for her sudden interest.

Cora rose on her knees and covered his hand with hers. With no actual idea of where to start except for the obvious, she opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips.

Cillian hissed through his teeth. “Fuck me, lass! No fear at all in you, is there?”

Oh, there was plenty of fear. Fear that she’d do it wrong, somehow. That she’d accidentally bite him. Fear that she wouldn’t be able to bring him pleasure like he’d brought her. But if he thought her fearless? Bold? Who was she to argue?

Not that she could with a mouth full of cock.

She bobbed her head, taking a little more of him in her mouth each time. She ran her tongue along the underside of the shaft, licking along a large vein as she drew back. Cillian shuddered, twining his fingers into her hair. The pressure on her scalp tingled pleasantly, and she moaned softly around him.

Cillian gripped her tighter, cupping her jaw with one hand. “That’s it, love,” he urged. “Take as much as you can. Christ, the look of you! Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of this?”

She preened at his words, drawing more of him in until she felt the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. It was uncomfortable, and she knew her jaw would ache before long. But the sound of her husband, the great Wolf King himself, praising her mouth and the pleasure she gave him made her feel powerful.

Applying the same principles he’d used on her, Cora used everything available to her to bring him closer to his own climax. Her hand slid up and down the thick shaft as she licked and sucked the sensitive head. She almost pulled back when she accidentally scraped the side with her teeth, her eagerness making her sloppy. Cillian didn’t seem bothered; he only growled, urging her to take him deeper.