Page 92 of Rejected By a Wolf
This exceptional fey was now kneeling in front of him and looking at his cock with an eagerness he wouldn’t soon forget.
She’d be his undoing.
When he felt her warm breath - a stark contrast to the crisp night air - against its head, he nearly lost his mind.
It took every bit of willpower he had to remain still when her hand gripped the base of his length, squeezing it lightly. “Is this okay?” She throatily asked, the brush of her breath tormenting him, as she ran her fisted hand along his cock. Her movements were slow and unsure, and yet sure enough.
“Okay?” He didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice. “Nothing you do will ever bejust okay.Always better.”
He swore he heard her chuckle just before he felt the soft press of her tongue against his head, licking up what had already gathered there.
“And this?” Her fist a firm ball, she began pumping him.
His groan must’ve been answer enough, because she quickened the pace, tightening her hold.
And then her lips surrounded him, sucking the tip into her, working her hand in tandem with her mouth, though her movements had become slow once again.
“Yes,Fia.Yes!” he groaned, urging her to continue. It was all she needed to pick up her pace, any hesitancy diminishing, confidence taking the reins.
Unable to stop himself, he threaded his fingers onto her hair and gripped it tightly. He couldn’t help it, it took all he could do to keep from fucking her mouth right there.
“Fuck,” he hissed, somehow finding the strength to push her away. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he needed to. Before it got any later into the night and he lost control over himself he needed to take her. Gods knew why he hadn’t lost control over himself yet.
Where was his beast?
When she looked up at him, clear confusion written across her face, he dropped to his knees, coming at eye level with her. “If you went on much longer, I wasn’t going to last. Iwantto last.”
A certain wickedness gleamed in her eyes and he lost it, his lips finding hers before either of them could take another breath. Pressing his body against hers, he pushed her down until her back was against the grass and ripped off her pants in one swift move.
When he brought himself up to his knees, he sucked in a breath at the sight of her, marveling at the way her naked body glowed under the moonlight. “Are you ready?”
She bit her lip, nodding. And that look - both trusting and eager - did it for him. He was hers, body and soul. There was no question about it.
He brought himself down, pressing a soft and assuring kiss against her lips as he guided himself to her drenched entrance,hissing when his tip pushed through, stretching her out in ways she hadn’t been stretched before.
Slow, he told himself,slow.He needed to fight the urge to pound her senselessly, an urge that gripped at every fabric of his being. “How are you feeling?”
“It hurts. A bit,” she confided softly.
He nodded, steadying himself. He just needed to hold off a bit longer, give time for her body to adjust.Slow,he told himself again, repeating it like a mantra in his head.
Sweat perspiration from his forehead as he fought that urge that ate at him, that urge to plunge inside her, deep and hard.
He’d get to it before the night was through, but not yet. Not yet.
After a brief pause, he brought himself deeper, her damp sex closing around his length more with every passing second. As he worked his way in he continued to watch her expression, gauging whether or not to slow down, until most of his length filled her. Encouraged, he drew out a bit and brought himself back in, this time a little deeper.
“Are you okay?”
“Mhmm,” was all she said.
So he wedged in again, this time deeper, quicker.
Excitement lit her eyes. “It feels…good.”She wiggled beneath him.
“Gods woman.” He pressed a firm hand against her hip, steadying her. “You’ll be the death of me. Hold still. For now.”
But the damage was already done. He greedily took her mouth in his, kissing her fiercely as he thrust inside her again, and again, and again…