Page 53 of Taunted By Fate
My nostrils flared at the beautiful scent of her arousal, and my wolf growled in agreement. I tried to keep him in check, but he was making this harder than she was. He wanted to claim her right now. I wanted her begging for a release. I wanted her panting my name.
“Little-wolf, tell me the truth. Has anyone ever touched you,” I asked.
She blinked away the haze in her eyes and slowly shook her head.
“No, not like this.”
I ran my fingers from her knee down the inside of her thigh loving how her breath would catch and her nipples pebbled. She was so responsive and I growled my approval.
“That’s not what I meant. Has a male ever taken you? Hurt you?”
I fucking held my breath as I waited to hear her past traumas. She’d eluded in the infirmary that she’d never been raped. But I needed to know for sure. I needed to know how deep her wounds ran. I needed to be the one to heal her.
The room felt too cold without her in my arms and while I waited, my fucking stomach in a knot, I shifted to lie beside her.
Eye to eye I could watch her and make sure that she was telling me the truth.
“No. No one ever raped me, is that what you mean? I never gave myself to anyone either.”
My wolf sighed at the confirmation. He wanted her to only be his. I wanted to know that regardless of the shitty end of the stick she’d been given, I’d be the one she’d forever think of like this.
I slid my hand down her stomach trying to ignore the scars. To my surprise, most of the bruises had healed.
“Tell me, Kiara. Does your wolf like it when I touch you like this?”
She moaned as I slid my fingers down her slit, gently spreading her to test how her body responded to me. My wolf was panting with anticipation and my cock was so fucking hard I needed to breathe or I wasn’t going to be the patient male I really fucking wanted to be.
“Yes. We both like that,” she said.
I leaned into and kissed her as I stroked down her pussy with one finger. I pulled back and found the sensitive little nub. I slid my finger along the side of the beautiful little sensitive bud. Circling her clit until she broke the kiss to heave in the air.
“I love how responsive you are,” I said.
She tried to answer me between gasps of air. The lack of words just pushed me further.
I slid my finger lower, giving her a moment and circled her entrance. There was too much damn space between us and I moved closer, my chest pressed against her body as she circled her arms around my neck.
“Goddess,” was all she said as I entered her with one single finger.
I stroked her, moving in and out. As she grew more slick, and her heartbeat sped up, I slid a second digit in.
“I need to make sure you’re ready for me,” I said and kissed her again.
My tongue played over her lips. I smashed my lips over hers as she gasped when I’d found that magic little spot inside her. I hooked my fingers and stroked her over and over.
I slid a third digit in, stretching her even more. I stroked her, faster and harder. My thumb pressing against her clit.
Her hips thrust up to push my fingers deeper inside. I added pressure and her nails dug into my shoulders.
A few more strokes and her core tightened around my fingers, the walls of her pussy clamping down and fluttering as I continued to stroke her.
She cried out against my mouth, and I slowed listening to her pant.
“You’re so wet for me my little pet.”
She didn’t say anything, just gasped for air. Her eyelids fluttered before she seemed to focus on me.
“That was-” she paused to catch a breath. “So much better than my dreams.”