Feeling bold, I wrap my hand around his length. He’s already so hard again, thick and heavy in my palm, his balls tightened up against the base of his massive shaft. The bond pulses between us as I stroke him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, adjusting my fingers and my grip.
“I want to make you feel good,” I tell him, watching his face as I stroke him. “Like you did for me.”
His eyes are almost black with desire as he looks down at me. “You already do. Everything you do drives me wild.”
Holding his gaze, I lower my head to taste him.
The first tentative lick of my tongue makes him curse. His hands clench in the sheets as I part my lips and bring the head of his cock into my mouth, learning what makes him moan as I pulse and stroke him with my tongue. He tastes of salt and musk and pure man.
“Fuck, Aurora.” His voice is strained. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
Encouraged, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing his cock past my tongue, before he forces himself still and withdraws quickly.
“Sorry,” he pants. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
I pull back to look at him, loving the way his cock head pops out of my mouth. “You won’t. I trust you.”
The words seem to undo him. With a growl, he threads his fingers through my hair, guiding me gently back to his shaft. “You’re so perfect. The way you look right now, those beautiful eyes looking up at me… I could come just from looking at your face, Spitfire.”
Heat floods my core at his words. I work him with my mouth and hand, loving how he loses control bit by bit. His dominance crumbles as I pleasure him, replaced by raw need.
“That’s it,” he groans as I take him deeper, relaxing my tongue to let more in. “Just like that. You were made for me, weren’t you? Made to drive me wild, to have my cock in your mouth. Fuck, Spitfire, just like that.”
The bond throbs between us, carrying his pleasure to me. I can feel how much he wants me, how desperately he needs this connection. His hand gently combs through my hair, guiding without pulling or tugging.
“Never letting you go again,” he pants. “Never pushing you away. I want to spend eternity making you feel good.”
I hum around him in agreement, and his grip tightens in my hair. Every sound he makes spurs me on, makes me want to break him apart completely. The weight of him, the taste, the way he fills me—it’s all perfection, but what I love the most is knowing what I’m doing to the man beneath me. Like this, he’s at my mercy.
“Getting close,” he warns. “Your perfect mouth… fuck, Aurora…”
When he comes, it’s with my name on his lips. His cum is a warm, bitter splash in the back of my throat. I swallow everything he gives me, working him through the aftershocks, tonguing up and down his shaft until he tugs me up his body.
“Come here,” he growls, pulling me into a deep kiss. “I need to taste myself on your tongue.”
The kiss is possessive, claiming. His hands roam my body as we trade lazy kisses, neither of us willing to break contact.
“I never thought I’d actually get to have this,” I admit quietly. “Have you, like this, with me.”
“You’ve always had me.” He nips at my lower lip. “Even when I was too stupid to admit it. My wolf has known you were ours since that very first day.”
The admission makes my heart race. “I want to believe you, but you fought it so hard.”
“Because I was afraid.” His hands cup my face, his eyes tender and beseeching. “Afraid of not being strong enough, of letting my father down. But mostly afraid of how much I needed you.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m only afraid of losing you.” He kisses me again, soft and sweet. “Let me come with you to Pack Onyx lands. Let me help you find answers.”
I study his face, searching for any doubt. “Even if it means defying your father?”
“Even then.” His thumb traces my cheekbone. “No more letting fear rule us. No more denying what we are to each other.”
Hope blooms in my chest. “Together?”
“Together.” He pulls me closer, and I can feel him hardening against my thigh again, surprising me with his eagerness. “Now, about that promise to worship every inch of you…”
This time when he takes me, it’s slow and deep, neither of us willing to rush. He positions himself between my thighs, the thick head of his cock teasing my entrance until I whimper with need, my folds swollen and aching.
