Page 24 of A Kiss From a Wolfman
“This is all for you, Ciaryn,” I sigh. “I want to please you.”
Together, we work in tandem to shed his pants. What greets my eyes steals my breath. His impressive length rises proudly between his legs. The dark flesh of his cock gives way to a round head already leaking a milky bead of seed. Dark veins decorate the side. There is a circular ridge around the base of his cock, growing in size by the second.
I have no idea how he’ll fit inside of me, but my body is more than willing to try.
Taking him into my hand, my fingers barely fit around him. I give his length a soft pump, and he snarls. The velvety heat of cock sears my palm. Bracing my free hand on his thighs, I look up at him. With our gazes locked, I slowly open my mouth and lick up his salty sweetness.
“Perfect,” Ciaryn groans. “My perfect girl.”
His praise washes over me. Liquid arousal pools between my legs and slides down my thighs. I give his head a soft kiss before tracing up the length of his shaft—Ciaryn’s impressive muscles flex.
“I want you so bad,” I moan. “For so long, I was afraid—of Timson, of my past—I didn’t feel safe to be my true self. But you’ve freed me, and now I want to explore how deep this desire goes. This desire for you.”
I trace my tongue along a pronounced vein. The taste of him makes my head spin.
“Whatever you want from me, you shall have, Stella.” His eyes bore into mine. “You are a gift—my gift. And I’ll never stop being grateful for you.”
Warmth spreads throughout my body, and that’s the last bit of encouragement I need. Opening wide, I take him fully into my mouth. Ciaryn’s growl echoes through the forest around us. His claws spear through the grass and dirt at his sides.
My jaw stretches to accommodate his large size. Saliva pools in my mouth and dribbles down my chin as I suck him hard. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I bob my head along his hard cock. Taking him deeper each time, it’s not long before I feel his length tickling the back of my throat. My eyes water, but I keep going, determined to watch Ciaryn fall apart in the same way he makes me.
“Good girl,” Ciaryn growls. “Look at how well you take my cock into your little mouth. Even when it’s too much, you keep going, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is garbled around his cock.
I gently skim my teeth along him, and he snarls. His hands fall to my head and tighten into my scalp. Gently he encourages me to suck him faster. Ciaryn’s hips rise from the ground to meet my waiting mouth. I feel his claws pricking my scalp as he plunges further into me. I hold him in my mouth until I gag.Pulling back, I watch a pool of saliva spill from my mouth and coat his hard cock.
Licking down his shaft, my tongue stops just before the large ridge at the base of his cock. It is more engorged than before.
“Stella,” he snarls. “I’m close. Are you going to let me come in your mouth, mate?”
Mate. The word causes me to shiver.
I nod eagerly. I lick his slit before nipping and sucking back down his cock. When I reach the ridge again, taste it with a firm tongue. Ciaryn growls, his whole body going taut.
His reaction is all the encouragement I need to lick him there again. This part of him seems primal. An addition that is as foreign as it is arousing. Ciaryn snarls each time I do, his stomach muscles flexing under his dark fur.
“Naughty little thing you are,” Ciaryn growls. “Tempting me to knot you when I haven’t even told you what it means.”
“Knot?” I ask as my lips skim along his ridge. “What’s that?”
“It’s something only alpha males get. That thing at the base of my cock is called a knot. Its purpose is to keep you locked to me when I fill you with my seed, heightening the chances of you becoming pregnant.”
The image in my mind blazes brightly: my stomach round, Ciaryn by my side, holding me close, ready to protect me and our unborn child. Any apprehension I may have about the idea melts as the warmth of the image washes through me.
Without a moment of hesitation, I take him fully into my mouth again as my hand falls to his knot. I gently massage the hard mass while my mouth sucks him. Ciaryn snarls, his hands cupping my head as I work him deeper.
“Stella, fuck—I’m close.”
“Come in my mouth,” I say around his cock. “I want to taste you.”
Ciaryn’s eyes go wholly black, and every muscle in his body tightens. I suck him once, twice, and on the third time, I take him deep as his hips lift to meet my mouth. Ciaryn roars as his seed floods my mouth. I swallow it down as quickly as I can. There is so much that it seeps between my lips and dribbles down my chin.
The salty taste of his come turns me obscenely slippery between my legs.
His cock jerks but spills nothing more, and that’s when I gently release him from between my lips. A mixture of saliva and his spend spills from my mouth and slides down to my chest. Ciaryn raises into a sitting position. His massive chest moves rapidly up and down as he stares at me. One of his fingers curls into a lock of my hair.
“Stella, that was—I don’t have the words. You’re perfect,” he says. “I made a mess of you. Let me bathe you.”
