“You didn’t fuck him?” Knight’s tongue flicked out and traced the edges of my ear.
“No, he didn’t want to go further until we knew if you were… dead.” The words made my tongue bitter and I pulled on Knight’s hair, bringing him to my lips. “He said if you were alive, that it would be as if he never touched me.”
“Is that what you want?” He searched my eyes for the answer that I wasn’t even sure of. But there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty.
“I want you.”
That was enough. Knight picked me up and carried me to the bed, dropping me to stand in front of it. His expression was unreadable, but the look in his eyes made my legs quiver in anticipation. What would he do to me with the knowledge of all I’d done in his absence?
“Do you like this outfit?” he asked, absently appraising my blue dress with his eyes. I wore a lot of dresses, and I wasn’t attached to any particular one. As soon as I shrugged, his hands gripped my dress from both sides and he tore it in half before I could stop him. My ruined dress fell off my arms and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“You could’ve just taken that off,” I reminded him.
He shook a finger at me. “Not today, lover mine.” His hands tore my panties off next, and then he gently pulled my bralette over my head. I’d found the one guy with enough sense to never ruin a lady’s bra. Naked before him, I felt exposed in every possible way. He knew all my secrets now, and he was about to do whatever he wanted with them, and me. Sucking in a breath at the sight of my naked body, he brought a hand up to cup my ass cheek, and he shoved me gently, making me fall on my ass onto the bed. He leaned over me and took one of my hardened nipples between his teeth, biting it just roughly enough that it brought a deep, low moan from my throat. I never wanted him to let it go. My nipple slipped from his mouth and I groaned in complaint, but he cut me off by moving across my chest and capturing the other nipple in his lips, his head moving from side to side like a dog with a toy.
When I felt my pleasure rise, I realized I might orgasm just from his teeth on my nipples. It seemed Knight realized the same thing, because he started twisting the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth, and his other hand came up behind me to keep me in place. The build was slow and torturous, my hips grinding against the bed wishing someone was running their hand along my slit to hasten the speed of my impending climax, but Knight refused to let me move my hands, making my body climb higher only from what he was doing to my nipples.
I was on edge, every part of my body clenching, searching for the release he was denying me. My legs started shaking from the effort, and while I was equal parts frustrated and turned on, I craved climaxing under Knight’s hands. My body slowly reached the point of no return and I teetered on the edge, unable to make myself come any faster, until he bit down again and I came apart at the seams, shaking inside Knight’s arms as my orgasm rippled through me. He held me close, kissing my neck and scraping the skin with his teeth.
“That’s one,” he said with a kiss, flicking his tongue to my ear. One? One what? He picked me up again and moved me to the center of the bed, laying my naked body in front of his fully clothed one. Was he going to get naked at all? I wanted to see everything he had. “Stay,” he ordered, pressing a finger to my nose. He sat back on his heels and unbuckled his belt, watching me carefully in a heated gaze that made me feel as if I hadn’t orgasmed at all and was still waiting for release. Finished, he crawled up my body, took my hands, and bound them above my head with his belt, strapping me to the headboard. As before, I felt fear at the thought of being at anyone’s mercy, but I couldn’t deny the renewed wetness at my center, and Knight’s nostrils flared from the smell of it.
Keeping eye contact with me, he kissed down the front of my body, down my chest, over my belly button, until he was between my thighs. He parted them with his large, brown hands, never breaking from my gaze, and he leaned in to take a long lick from bottom to top of my wet slit. My eyes rolled back into my head when his rough tongue flicked my clit.
“I’m sure when Arthur lies awake at night, he remembers exactly what your pussy tastes like, like sweet nectar straight from the gods. I bet he replays every sound you made under his tongue, stroking his cock until he comes.” To emphasize his words, he blew slowly on my clit and held me in place when my hips buckled from the sensation. Then he dove in and without mercy, suckled my clit into his mouth, ignoring every attempt I made to move away as my nub became more and more sensitive from his touch. I was caught in a wave of pleasure I couldn’t escape, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to even if I could. His werewolf tongue lapped at me like he was drinking water to stay alive. I rose much faster to a climax than I had before, but this time I wasn’t sure I could take the intensity. My toes popped in their sockets as I curled and uncurled them, Knight’s tongue bringing me higher. He hit a spot on my clit that made my thighs twitch, and he pulled away from me to look up at my face.
“Do that again,” he commanded, and dove back into his feast, hitting that spot over and over until my legs wouldn’t stop moving by themselves and I felt almost too much pleasure to contemplate a climax. But it was there all the same, just as Knight clamped down onto my clit, my body rushed over with an orgasm that had me thrashing against the bed, and he didn’t let up on his tongue no matter how much I tried to get away. He licked my overly sensitive nub with ruthless fervor, the twitching of my limbs only intensifying, and I strained against my bonds, my entire body clenching up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swore autonomously, unaware I was speaking out loud. “God I’m so close, I can’t…” My eyes rolled back again and everything inside me was tightened in a death grip for a moment before the flood gates opened and I climaxed a second time under Knight’s tongue, so hard I saw stars, harder than any climax I’d ever had before, even with Balthazar. I struggled to get enough air in gasping breaths, and Knight was there to untie me and he held me close in his arms until I came down. “Fuck, did I hurt you?” Boneless, I shook my head, and snuggled into him in a haze. “That’s three.”
He was counting my orgasms. How many did he expect me to have before we were finished? I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
“You’re going to kill me,” I muttered, just barely able to get the words out.
Knight’s lips nibbled across my collarbone. “I’m going to slay you with passion, until everything they did to you is nothing compared to me.”
My sore body shook with a giggle. “You’re already the best lover I’ve ever had.”
He smiled, devilishly, and he captured my mouth in his. “I’d prefer to be certain.” I quirked my mouth at him and extended my claws, running them down his shirt, shredding it with one swipe.
“Oh no, what happened to your shirt?” I goofed, and he bent his head into my chest to laugh at me.
“You’re such a dork.”
I continued ripping his shirt off of him so I could run my nails all along his bare skin. He groaned when they touched his scars and I felt tingles all over from eliciting such a response from him.
“Bad girl, this is my time. You can have yours later,” he chastised, and captured my hands, holding them at my sides.
“You’re not finished?” I gaped. “I don’t know how much more I can take. Not that I’m complaining.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll take as much as I give you,” he snarked huskily. Fuuuck. This was a brand-new side of him, one I wanted to spend hours getting to know. “This doesn’t end until you’ve come so much you can’t possibly do it again.”
“That kind of talk is brave for a dude who’s still wearing clothes.”
His eyes narrowed at my challenge and without breaking eye contact, he reached down, unbuttoned his pants, and wiggled them off his body along with his underwear. Now every inch of his deeply tanned skin was bare to me, including something I hadn’t had the chance to survey before then. I looked down at his dick, standing proudly up by his belly button
, and damn if my eyes didn’t bug out of their sockets. My mouth felt dry as saliva pooled under my tongue.
“I’m assuming by the look on your face that you’ve never seen one as big as mine?” I shook my head, wordless, still staring at his cock. Massive was a nice word, if it didn’t sound like every dude in romance novels. It was true though, I wasn’t sure if my hand would even fit around it.
“Please tell me that every Lycan has a dick like that.”
He scoffed, feeling pleased with himself. “They wish. This is one of the perks of being an Alpha. It uh…” He stopped and I looked up at him. “It wasn’t this big when I was human. It grew after my first transformation, along with everything else on my body. Muscles, height, dick.”
“I am not complaining about any of those things. Let me show you exactly how much I am not complaining.” I reached down, intending to take his considerable length in my hands, but he stopped me, pinning my hands again.
“You don’t listen, sexy. I said this was my time. If you touch me, I’m going to lose every ounce of my control.” His teeth raked up my neck and I gasped.
“That’s the idea,” I moaned out, feeling my body coming alive again after my colossal orgasm. He’d talked just long enough for me to recover from it. One of his hands reached down and he gripped his cock, running the head up and down my dripping slit. A thought ran through my head and without intending to, I pushed it into his mind. ‘Just stop teasing and put your cock inside me.’ My eyes popped open and I looked up at him, just as he realized what I’d done.
He obliged, shoving all of himself inside me in one thrust. I cried out, almost in pain from his sheer girth. “Fucking Christ, you’re so tight,” he swore under his breath. “You’ve had sex before, right?” I smacked at him in between throwing my head back, my pussy pulsing a few times from the pleasure. He stopped to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. I grabbed his hair and firmly planted his nose against mine.
“Give me everything.”
And he did. He gripped my thighs and started thrusting in and out of me at a pace that had me breathless with need. I grabbed at the sheet, my breast, his shoulders, anything to keep me from falling into a million pieces. I had no doubt that if I did, he would keep fucking me until it happened again. My fingers tunneled into his long hair and I gripped the strands for dear life. My other hand came down and I rubbed at my sensitive clit between our bodies, every twist of my finger making my toes curl. Knight grunted, his hips jerking forward in surprise, and he kissed me with a bruising intensity that stole my breath away.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Keep touching yourself, I need to make you come again.” And I needed to come again. Knight’s cock slammed in and out of me like a piston, so fast all thought left my head. It was only his cock and my fingers on my clit. I fluttered them on my nub and my hips jerked, clenching me around Knight’s dick, and he moaned against me in response. With the added sensation from my fingers, a climax climbed inside me with little effort, and with Knight fucking me endlessly, I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and my orgasm began, until wetness sprayed from me and my claws sank into Knight’s back in ecstasy.
I smelled blood, the sweet life force flowed from the marks I’d made on Knight’s shoulders, it only heightened the waves of climax sweeping over me. I sank back into the pillows, as sated as I’d ever been in my life, but Knight didn’t lie beside me. He pulled his massive cock out and picked me up from the bed.
“That’s four,” he whispered into my hair. God damn it, he was trying to kill me. I couldn’t even contemplate more.
“Knight, I don’t know if I can…” He cut me off, positioning me sitting on my legs facing the headboard, and he put my hands on top of it to steady me. His hand gently pushed me up so he could slide underneath my ass until he was sitting beneath me, his legs locked around my closed ones, pinning me in place. It was the perfect position to slip his cock inside my tender folds. He sat up on his heels, lifting me just enough and he put one hand around my throat, not to strangle me, just to keep me where he wanted. Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in, the rhythm pushing my breasts against the headboard with every thrust inside.
The fervor in our passion was waning, and all that was left was the love between us. Knight’s gentle lovemaking wasn’t about fucking me, or making either of us climax, it was about reveling in the pleasure our bodies had to offer, and the pleasure of being together.
“God, I love you so much, Lisbeth,” Knight uttered against my shoulder like a prayer, his body shuddering from the effort of his slow torturous rhythm. I reached behind me with one hand and he found it, clamping both of our hands down together on the headboard.
“I love you, Knight,” I sighed with a gasp. Like a slow building storm under Knight’s tender fucking, a climax starting growing deep inside me. My tired body strained towards it, I craved it badly, despite the effort it caused. My pinned legs rubbed together, giving me some relief, but not enough to bring my orgasm any faster than Knight allowed.
“Say you’re mine,” he said, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive spot between the right side of my neck and shoulder. I failed to form words with my body screaming at me, trying desperately to get the release it needed. I was so fucking close, teetering on the edge like the smallest amount of wind would blow me over. His hand squeezed mine on the headboard and I was able to take a breath to clear my head.
“I am, always.”
“Forever.” It was a question and a statement all at once. I nodded against him.
“Yes.”
Teeth sliced into my neck as he bit into me and it sent me into the abyss, pleasure running over me like a waterfall, and I shook against him from the sheer intensity of it, the most powerful orgasm I’d had under his hands, completely erasing the ones before. He sped up his thrusts until he cried out against me and I felt him coming inside me. Tears came from my eyes with my release still racing through me and I sank against the headboard, utterly spent.
“And five,” he said with finality, falling against me in a heap. We lay propped up only by the wall, trying to catch our breath, satiated and happier than ever. I wanted him to stay here with me forever. We’d be immortally locked inside this moment when our love was finally laid bare. The first moment of my life when I truly felt a love that I knew would last forever.
Knight eventually moved us under the blanket where we lay intertwined and asleep, content to stay just as we were.
His scent was what woke me up the next morning. Unbelievably, my body actually felt sore. I was sure that would change once I drank from him.
I hazily shuffled up his shoulder and planted my lips over the vein in his neck. He gasped, coming awake, and brought his hand up to grip a few strands of my hair. When he didn’t pull me away, I took that as consent to bite into him. Warm blood filled my mouth, the taste beautiful and hearty. It relaxed my aching muscles and the pain left me.
The protocol for having a lover one can drink from was unknown to me. Was the consent always there? Should it remain professional? Was I sullying it by being intimate at the same time, even if was unbelievably hot? What kind of rules was I breaking right now?
“Stop thinking,” Knight mumbled sleepily against my forehead. “There’s no thinking in this relationship.”
Finished, I licked his skin clean, earning another gasp from deep in his throat, and sat up. “I just—”
He stopped me with a finger to my lips. “Perhaps,” he sat up and brought my face to his with a gentle pull on my neck and hair, “you didn’t hear me.” The pull on my hair was igniting my body all over, and made it impossible for me to speak. Our lips crushed together, the fervor and desperation as deep as it had been the night before.
This was everything. Everything I’d waited for. I’d endured centuries of loneliness for this, and it had been worth every second. Knight would never leave me, never betray me. He’d be by my side forever until the earth turned cold and the humans died out, and all that remained were the blood drinke
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He kissed at my neck and I winced in pain. What the hell? I should’ve healed from his blood. He pulled away, meeting my eyes with caution. “Did I hurt you?”
I put a hand to my neck and winced again when the tender flesh dipped underneath my fingers. I pushed him off of me and went to the bathroom. There was a large bruise down the side of my delicate neck and puncture wounds that were unhealed. Just above the marks was the scar from James’s bite. Trying not to look at the scar, I got a towel to wipe my neck.
Knight came into the room and gently touched my arm. “Shit, I thought it would’ve healed already.” No matter how hard I scrubbed, the purple bruise remained. “I’m sorry, I was trying to mark you. I’ve never done it before, but I knew exactly what to do. It wasn’t like biting you, it was deeper than that.” He pulled the towel away and leaned in to smell the skin on my neck. “Smells like me.” He kissed the bruise tenderly, just softly enough that it didn’t hurt.
“To protect me?” I clarified, staring at the mark and hoping I wouldn’t have to use makeup to cover it up.
He nodded. “Now you don’t need a bracelet for the Lycans to leave you alone. They’ll know you’re the mate of a wolf.” He gripped my trembling hands tightly.
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