Larissa tangled her fingers in his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away.This was madness, pure and simple.Yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop it.The dual nature of their relationship—rivals yet undeniably drawn to each other—only seemed to heighten every touch, every lick, every sensation.
“Less talking,” she managed to gasp out.“More… Oh!”
Malcolm had returned to his ministrations with renewed vigor, alternating between sucking and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.Larissa’s back arched off the table, her body betraying her even as her mind raced.
What would this mean for their rivalry?For the pack?But as Malcolm’s mouth worked its magic, those thoughts faded into insignificance.For once, Larissa allowed herself to simply feel.
Incandescent need rolled across her body in waves, starting from her core and radiating outward until her skin practically blazed, every nerve ending quivering under Malcolm’s touch.She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape.
“Don’t hold back,” Malcolm murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh.“I want to hear you.”
“This… This doesn’t change anything between us,” she panted, her voice husky with desire.
Malcolm’s response was to redouble his efforts, his tongue tracing intricate patterns that made Larissa’s toes curl.She could feel the pressure building inside her, a coiling tension that begged for release.
“I… I…,” she gasped, her usual eloquence deserting her.
“Let go,” he urged, his fingers digging into her hips.“Stop strategizing for once and just feel.”
As if his words had flipped a switch, Larissa’s orgasm began to build in earnest.It started as a warm glow in her core, spreading outward with increasing intensity.She trembled, caught between the desire to surrender and the instinct to maintain control.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, though whether she meant she couldn’t let go or couldn’t hold back, she wasn’t sure.
Malcolm’s dark chuckle sent vibrations through her most sensitive areas.“Oh, you can,” he assured her.“And you will.”
Larissa’s body betrayed her mind’s desperate attempts at restraint.Her hips bucked again against Malcolm’s skilled mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensations he was creating.A low, keening moan escaped her lips, surprising even herself with its raw intensity.
“That’s it,” Malcolm said, his voice thick.“Let me hear you, Larissa.”
“I shouldn’t want this,” Larissa gasped, her usual composure shattered.“We shouldn’t…”
Malcolm intensified his efforts, his tongue laving her with renewed vigor.The wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight rasp of his stubble against her inner thighs sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Larissa’s mind raced, even as her body writhed beneath Malcolm’s ministrations.How would this affect their delicate power balance within the pack?What advantage might he gain from seeing her so vulnerable?But with each swirl of his tongue, each careful thrust of his fingers, those thoughts became harder to grasp, slipping away like smoke.
“I can’t… I’m going to…,” she whimpered, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears.He hummed in approval against her, the vibrations pushing her even closer to the edge she both craved and feared.
Larissa’s back arched as the first wave of her climax crashed over her.Her body tensed, every muscle taut as a bowstring, before releasing in a shuddering spasm of ecstasy.A guttural moan escaped her lips, raw and primal in a way that shocked her.
Malcolm continued his relentless assault on her senses, drawing out her pleasure with practiced skill.Each lap of his tongue sent aftershocks rippling through her, prolonging the intense sensations.
Larissa’s mind reeled, unable to process the overwhelming flood of endorphins.She clutched at Malcolm’s shoulders, desperate for an anchor in the storm of sensation.
“This changes nothing,” she managed to pant, even as her body betrayed her words with another wave of pleasure.
Malcolm lifted his head slightly.“Keep telling yourself that.”
Then he turned back to his task.
The continuous stimulation kept Larissa suspended in a state of blissful agony, her orgasm seeming to stretch on endlessly.Her toes curled, her breath came in ragged gasps, and still the waves of pleasure showed no sign of abating.
As the intensity finally began to ebb, Larissa collapsed back onto the kitchen table, her limbs heavy and unresponsive.She lay there, chest heaving, her mind blissfully blank for once.The cool surface of the table contrasted sharply with her flushed, burning skin.
“Well,” Malcolm said, his voice husky as he straightened up, “that was…” His voice trailed off.
Larissa’s eyes fluttered open as she struggled to focus on his face.She watched as he wiped his mouth, a self-satisfied smirk playing at his lips.The sight throbbed through her core.
“I…,” Larissa began, then faltered, uncharacteristically tongue-tied.
