by Leigh, Ellis
You. This. How out of control I feel. “Everything. I think.”
“You think? Okay, that’s a broad question. Tell me this instead—what do you want to do?”
As if I could choose just one thing. “I…I’m not sure.”
“Anything. You can tell me anything.”
Those lips. My god, did they entice me. “Well, there’s one thing I’ve never done.”
“Hmmm, I don’t mind butt stuff, but maybe not for our first time.”
“Yeah. Sure. I just—” My wolf froze, his tenseness overriding my own feelings. “Wait…is that an option?”
She shrugged, the strap of her dress falling down and revealing all sorts of soft, hot skin. “Maybe later. I did promise you a full research opportunity.”
And that, my friends, was the moment I died. Or it felt as if I’d died. Whatever. My heart leaped in my chest, and my lungs stopped functioning. Death by vixen, part deux.
Before I could pull my thoughts together enough to form words and sentences, Misty took over again. Rolling her hips into mine and leaning close to whisper, “Tell me what you want.”
My vocabulary failed me, for I could only think of two tiny little words.
“Your mouth.”
Misty grinned, those lips all I could see. “You want me to suck you, Clark?”
I…where…what…huh?
When I didn’t answer, Misty scooted back, dropping until her knees rested on the carpet. “Have you ever had a blow job?”
Her fingers brushed across my cock, and I whimpered. That made her smile even wider.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She spread my legs, inching between them. Opening me up to her invasion. “Where’s your wolf, Clark? Why isn’t he growling at me yet?”
“I have him on a leash.” True, but odd at the same time. He’d never demanded my attention before, so thinking of him as trying to now, as being a separate entity inside of me, felt off. Wrong.
But Misty felt so very right.
She ran her hands up my thighs, teasing me with fingertips that just barely brushed the sides of where I was so hard for her. Holding my gaze the entire time. “You could let him out to play, you know. You might like it.”
I shook my head, my hands going to her hair. Unable not to touch as a growl filled my ears from within. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Misty unfastened my pants and pulled my cock from inside, blowing over the tip as I took a breath and held it. As I struggled to hang on to the leash around my wolf. As I did my best not to fist my hands in her hair and force myself inside her mouth.
Between those thick, red lips.
Into the heaven I knew had to be waiting for me within them.
Misty looked up at me when I whimpered, all wide eyes and open mouth and sin and salvation right there at my feet.
“Let your wolf out, Clark. I want to see you lose control.”
That leash—the one I’d imagined tying my inner wolf to me and helping me keep control? Well, it snapped.
Gone.
Destroyed.
And my wolf took control.
7
Misty
Asking to see his wolf might have been a bit sneaky—heck, showing up dressed to seduce and playing the vampy little vixen wasn’t exactly playing by his rules—but the ends justified the means. I needed him to let go, needed the smarty-pants human side of Clark to crack just a little. He’d neglected his animal side so long, I wasn’t sure if his wolf would even respond.
He responded, all right.
Clark grabbed me under the arms and lifted, twisting his body and swinging me onto the bed. Practically throwing me up the mattress. When his eyes met mine, I could see the beast within. See how that wolf was running more of the show now. Pushing Clark to act. That was just what I wanted.
“Come to me.” I inched up the bed, tugging my dress higher as I moved. Making sure my legs were spread just enough for him to know. To see. “I want my mate. Come to me.”
Clark growled but did as I said, crawling over me on all fours. Covering my body with his. His voice barely more than a growl as he said, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Misty.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and yanked him closer. “I know.”
Kissing Clark was like… Have you ever seen videos of buildings being imploded? There’s a huge boom, and the entire structure is sucked inward just a bit. There’s this moment then, when the world goes still for a split second, before a waterfall of everything comes crashing down. That was our kiss. Clark’s lips met mine, and the world stopped. Our first kiss, and all I could do was inhale and wait for the crash. The first time our lips touched, and suddenly everything felt right in my world. Mostly because all that world included was Clark and me, his wolf and my fox. No families, no jobs, no research. Just us.
With my exhale, a wave of lust so strong I couldn’t breathe swept over me. The crash. Finally.
“Misty,” Clark grumbled before kissing me deeper, diving in for more and hotter and wetter. I responded in kind, sliding my hands under his sweater and dragging my nails down his back. Relishing the way his entire body responded to my touch. The way his skin felt against mine. When I reached the waistband of his pants, I kept going. Working my way underneath the fabric. Grabbing handfuls of flesh as I moaned and he rocked his hips into mine. As he shoved my dress over my breasts so more skin could touch, more heat could build. More friction could happen. So we had simply more.
Dry-humping. We were dry-humping on a hotel bed, half naked and slightly out of control. Like some sort of human teenagers after the prom story. Quaint, but not what I wanted. I wasn’t a teenager—neither was Clark—and we certainly weren’t human.
“Naked,” I gasped once Clark moved his lips to my neck. “I need you naked.”
He groaned and bit my neck hard enough to make me tremble. To make me gasp. For three seconds, I thought maybe—just maybe—he was giving me a claiming bite, but that wasn’t to be. His wolf might have been driving the car, but Clark was still navigating. The man who didn’t believe in mates.
Stop thinking, keep feeling.
I tugged Clark’s sweater up, pushing it over his shoulders with his assistance. He shoved his pants down and off with a little help from me. He dove forward, and then he was on top of me, naked. And he felt so damn good, but it wasn’t enough.
“I want to see you,” I whispered, tracing patterns onto his skin. My fox practically screaming into my mind as I made him stop. “Please. For research.”
I was sure I only imagined the flinch at that word.
“Of course.” Clark rose up, kneeling over me. Legs spread around mine and cock jutting up against his belly. Toned and strong but not bulky, the man exuded the air of someone who took good care of themselves. Who ate grilled chicken and broccoli or a salad every day for lunch. I sat up, my dress falling to cover more of my skin, and ran my hands over his chest, tracing the muscles there. Taking my sweet time to learn him. Doing my own research in a slightly different field than his.
“You’re strong.”
“Does that surprise you?”
“Not really, no.”
“Do you like it?” Clark wrapped his hand around mine and tugged it down, over his rippled abs. “Do I please you?”
So much beast in that voice, so much of his wolf influencing him. He sounded like a shifter with a mate, not a professor performing research. He sounded like he could be mine.
With a smile, I circled his cock and stroked him once, twice, three times. “I think you’ll please me just fine.”
Clark groaned and his head fell forward, rocking with my movement. His thighs trembling a bit. My word, the man was sexy. Half out of control but still holding back. Obviously wanting so much more but not taking. It was a total tease to see him like that—to know there was more. That he hadn’t let go just yet.
Time to change that. “Where do you want this to happen?”
He looked up, eyes locking on mine and breaths coming fast
. “What?”
“The first time I make you come. Where would you like it? My mouth, my hand, or my pussy?”
A fire lit inside of his eyes, something burning bright and hot as he stared at me. As his features moved just enough for me to see the changes. His structure sharpening a bit. His wolf pushing a little closer to the surface.
“You first,” he said as his hands slipped under my dress and tugged upward. As he undressed me with a yank of fabric over my head. “I want to make you come first, but I get to choose the how.”
“Oh, you do?” I ran a nail over his jaw as he took me in, as he stared down at me and growled softly. So hot, this man. So mine. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
With a wicked grin, Clark grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands over my head, and shoved me back. I lay before him, naked. Shivering a little under that heated stare. Trembling more when he let go of my arms and placed his hands instead on the inside of my knees. When he pushed them apart.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since that first scenting.” He crawled forward, keeping his hands in contact with my thighs. Kneading my flesh as he leaned in to kiss and lick his way north. “You have driven me crazy for months, little fox. It may be selfish of me, but there’s nothing I want more than to have you come on my tongue right now.”
I arched as he ran a finger all the way up, as he teased and tickled me where I was so wet for him. As he moved close enough for me to feel his breath right there.
“So very selfish,” I said, gripping his hair as he gave me a soft kiss directly over my clit, making me gasp and clench and need. “I guess I can forgive you that, though.”
“Good. Because you smell like sin, and I’m not leaving this spot until I’ve gotten my fill of it.”
And then he was on me. No gentle lead-in or more teasing. Nope. Clark dove in and went to work, licking, sucking, biting, and all around assaulting my pussy. The man was good at loving me with his mouth, too. Learned in the art of pussy-eating. And like any good student who had put in the work to learn a subject, he wanted to show off. And he did. He so did.
I arched and tugged and cried and tried to control the man, but he wasn’t having it. This was his show, his dissertation. I was merely the very appreciative audience. The moaning, writhing audience.
“Clark, oh.” So good, so very good. I was going to lose it. To fall into an abyss of pleasure and lust and heat and need and —
With a growl, he slipped two fingers inside of me. Filling me up as he flattened his tongue and licked me from opening to clit, as he owned every inch of me.
Dead. I was dead. Gone. Building falling.
“So wet,” he mumbled, adjusting his position to lift my hips off the bed and hold me before him like some sort of feast. Like an offering. “I want to lick up every drop.”
Me? I was past words. The man had me lifted up. Off the bed. Had me splayed before him and was eating me as if I were his last meal. As if this were his only chance. I tugged and wiggled and moaned his name over and over again, chasing that high. That feeling of intense pressure then release.
Waiting for another implosion.
It came when Clark surprised me. The man seemed so inexperienced, yet he knew how to work my body well. Knew exactly what to do to drive me that much higher. Even twisting his hand so his thumb could press against my asshole. Not enter it, just…push. A bit of pressure. A tease.
A make-her-come-immediately sort of action.
I exploded around his fingers, yanking his face against me and riding his tongue as my body shook and fell apart. As the world shrank to nothing but him and me and that feeling of intense pleasure. That moment in the implosion when the world stopped. When silence reigned for one long, glorious moment.
Clark pulled me through every pulse, treated me past every point of no return, and dragged me through the longest orgasm of my life. He was a growling, writhing mess when I finally pushed him off me.
“Too sensitive,” I said, grabbing his shoulders. Tugging him up me once more. “Come here now. I want you inside me.”
“I thought I got to choose where I wanted to come for this first time.” Clark softened his words with a smile as he capitulated, laying his body over mine and lining us up.
“You do. You choose inside my pussy. Don’t even pretend like that’s not what you wanted.”
“You can read my mind now?”
“No. Your body. Besides, I can suck you off later. I want to come around that big, thick cock of yours.”
“Dammit, Misty.” He plunged forward, that control snapping a little more. That wall between him and his true self crumbling brick by brick. “You’re so hot inside. Oh shit, so tight.”
He lost all sense of rhythm and control, bucking his hips against me and moaning with every thrust. I let him, knowing he needed this. Needed to get one good fuck out of his system before he could begin to refine his style. Before he could figure out how to finesse the pleasure instead of forcing it.
Still, I wanted more. I had a feeling I would always want more. So I grabbed his hand and slipped it between us, leading his fingers to my clit.
“Rub,” I said when he opened his eyes and looked at me, surprised. “I want you to feel me come on you. Rub, and I will.”
“Oh god, again?”
Poor, misguided man thinking women only came once. He’d learn. “Yes. Again. Make me come, Clark. I want you to feel me.”
He growled long and deep, rubbing my clit as his lips came back to mine. As he kissed me, letting me taste myself on him. Letting my fox smell the scent of the two of us together. This was right and good and so very hot, especially when my body clamped down on his cock. When my orgasm slammed over me and I yelped a filthy curse that made him moan. When he came right after me, groaning and growling and pressing deep inside as he filled me up.
As he collapsed on top of me, holding me close and whispering my name.
As he ran his fingers through my hair and snuggled so sweetly.
As the reality of biweekly sank in and my heart began to ache.
That wouldn’t be enough. Sex every other week without my mate to come home to every day? It would never be enough.
At least, not for me.
Ever.
What had I just done?
8
Clark
Waking up with Misty in my arms was unlike any experience I’d had before. Sex with her had also been different. Not mechanically, though the girl was exceptionally flexible and coordinated. She’d crawled and rocked and bent and twisted herself into pretzels all for our enjoyment. And I’d enjoyed it all. Greatly.
No, mechanically, sex hadn’t changed. Emotionally? This was an entirely new realm of knowledge. Never before had I felt as much as I did with her, never had I cared so much either. This girl had burrowed her way into my heart, and I was pretty sure I felt for her in a deeper, more meaningful way than I’d ever thought possible.
My wolf stretched in my mind, his fur brushing along my nerve endings. Mate. Mine.
Still doubtful, but the words didn’t bother me as much as they had the day before. They didn’t seem as foreign. They felt…somehow within the realm of possibility under a new perspective. Like string theory, proven false but brought back to life as superstring theory.
Misty rolled closer to me, nuzzling against my chest. Those dark eyes I suddenly wanted to stare into forever meeting mine. And then she smiled.
“Hi.”
One word, and I was dead. “Hi. It’s still early, my little fox. Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t. I never sleep this late.” She stretched, pressing her body against mine. Teasing me with her warm flesh and soft curves. Vixen, indeed. “What are you doing up?”
I ran my hands down her back to her thighs and all the way up again. Pulling her tighter against me. Wanting to rut into her but holding back. Mostly. “Thinking about you.”
“Good thoughts, I hope.”
I rolled her under me. Kissing my way down her neck to he
r breasts, teasing the hard, pink tips with my tongue. “Always good thoughts.”
She arched and tugged on my hair, something I never would have thought I’d enjoy but that made me want to ravage her. I liked her demanding—loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show me. I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I was one hell of a student. I’d read all the books on sexual satiation and technique—I’d studied She Comes First like I had been prepping for a final exam. Study and books couldn’t teach me everything, couldn’t give me the knowledge to know what every sigh meant, why she arched at times and shook at others. Couldn’t tell me how her heartbeat would be a pulse I craved to feel against my skin. Only being with her would, and I was ready to put in the time to learn more. Study harder. To become a PhD in all things Misty.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit down on the tip. Not too hard, just enough to make her moan. To make her start to shake. To warm her up for more. Still focusing on her breasts, I slipped a hand down farther. Teasing the flesh between her thighs. Finding her wet and hot and ready for me. Perfect. Two fingers inside, and those thighs I wanted to live between rose, creating a little den for me right there on top of her body. Giving my wolf an immediate sense of security and safety and trust.
She wrapped herself around me, and I was home.
“Clark,” Misty gasped as her body responded to my touch, as she began to writhe on my fingers and rock into my hold. “Please. I need you.”
“Want to feel you come first. Give me one, then you can ride my cock.”
She groaned long and loud, rocking harder. Fucking herself on my fingers. I’d never been one for any sort of sexy talk. The words had never come easily to me. At least, not before Misty. With her, I suddenly knew what to say, knew what to do. Everything was about her pleasure, and that focusing gave me a deep dive into Dirty Talk 301: Sexing up a fox named Misty. Course completion achieved. Level up.
“I’m so close.” Misty moaned and grabbed my hand, pressing it harder against her clit. Forcing my fingers deeper inside her body.
