Fuck, she smells good.
My nostrils blazed as I ran my nose up her neck.
“What is this?” I murmured to Leif. “She smells so good.” Her scent heightened, tinged with something sweet and savory. My mouth unconsciously watered, my teeth biting back the tongue that wanted to lick every square inch of her.
Because, hell, she smelled delicious.
My fangs lengthened, my nose running down her body, trying to find the pungent smell. The scent ran across each breast, my lips capturing her nipple, and I sucked the sweet tasting peak.
“Gods, she tastes so good,” I murmured. Leif growled in reply, the smell enticing us to travel lower.
My tongue licked down the middle of her stomach until I reached her mound. I parted my lips, my mouth barely able to contain the pooling saliva.
Shaking, my hands were shaking. I felt like a damned teenager getting ready to blow my first load.
My cock was hard, my muscles tensing at the thought of just touching her. It was like the first time all over again. I touched her scorching skin, licking her up and down her body to cool the heat that continued to radiate from her cunt.
I blinked, taking large breaths to calm my racing heart.
This surely couldn’t be it, could it? Had her heat finally arrived?
Journey stretched her back, her arms raising above her head. Her breast arched into the air, and her hands delicately landed back on the pillows. She was finally waking up, and my dick was done waiting.
“I think she is saying yes,”Leif chuckled.
I shook my head. “She needs to be awake,” I mumbled.
“She is our mate, which is consent enough. You don’t want her to wake with pain, do you?” he taunted.
He truly was the devil, sitting on my shoulder.
I spread my mate’s thighs apart, ready to see the temptation before me. The aroma was stifling once her lips parted. Her slit was glistening and drenched in the sweet ambrosia that only a god could say no to.
And I was no god.
“Thank you, goddess,” I whispered to myself.
Her slit dripped with her own lubrication. I watched as one lone drip leaked down the apex between her thighs and fell onto the fabric. I licked my lips, and I no longer listened to my human side.
The human in me would stop, the human in me would at least wake her and ask for permission, but we weren’t in the state of asking. No, now we were in the state of taking.
Because I needed her. I needed her more than the goddess needed the wolves that prayed to her.
I let out a slow, shuddering breath, my tongue parting her folds. A sweet moan came from her mouth as I pushed my tongue further into her body.
I tongue fucked her and felt the walls of her cavern tightening around me. I was doing this to make sure she was fully wet, ready to take my cock, but obviously she was already ready. She was willing. Her body was telling me this by the way her slit was drenched in her own juices.
I would let her come this way, just once.
My lips surrounded her clit. I sucked while I inserted two of my fingers into her body. I rubbed her g-spot, and her body convulsed while she squirted onto my fingers. I halted the gyrations of my hips against the bed, my tongue lapping her juices.
She fucking squirted in my damn mouth.
I groaned, tasting her. It wasn’t just her smell I craved now; it was her cunt, her slick, I wanted to paint it onto my beard so I could smell it as I fucked her.
I growled and gripped her thighs, pulling her closer. A beautiful moan escaped her, her fingers gripping my hair and pulling me closer.
“Grim,” she said breathlessly, her hips moving against my face. “Fuck me, please!”
