“That thin bit of cloth won’t protect you! I’d better get some protection!”
He climbed away, opening a draw in the bedside cabinet, and threw a few coloured packets at me. Holding one up in particular, he grinned, “Ribbed? For your pleasure?”
“You’re too kind!”
Cocking a brow, he climbed back. “So, finally! Just you and me.”
“And your big… bed.”
As he clambered back, grabbing me, tickling me he pulled off my top and pants, flinging them across the room. Then he groaned a mock growl as he pushed my thighs apart.
“Any last requests?”
“You are crazy, you know that?”
“I’m a werewolf, you expected normal?”
His lips brushed my skin, my body melting into the sheets, fingers gripping the material. As his tongue darted around and inside me, a surge of lust powered through me. I felt on fire. I couldn’t help but squirm as my breathing became jagged. He moved up, trailing his fingers between my breasts, his smile lighting up his face.
“I want you, woman. Now!”
I snatched up the condom, ripping it open with my teeth. I wasn’t going to argue. The tension built between us like a diaphanous wall, his body shimmering with a gleam of sweat. He breathed deeply, the blonde hairs on his chest catching the faint light.
His head lolled back and I sat up and slowly, purposefully rolled it onto his erect dick, he groaned as I traced my finger beneath it.
Then, his eyes, from palest blue, seemed to spark a glow of red, he pushed me back and edged himself deep inside me.
My eyes fluttered, the feel of him had me contracting around him, his body pushing heavily on mine. I surrendered myself to him, to his lust, titling my hips up, greedy. Want more.
Then grabbing his back, I pulled him towards me as he thrust harder, panting.
For a second, I grimaced, hoping he wouldn’t howl this time. Then I didn’t care as I felt the tremors of passions ignite between us.
Slick, wet, my thighs gripped around him. I didn’t want to stop. To feel him inside of me, the fire of passion, and also his comfort, protection, strong shoulders, muscular stomach sent more waves of orgasm through me.
I pushed him up, and for a second, he looked confused until I pushed him back down on the bed and mounted him. Grinding he gripped my hips, pulling me into him as I rubbed myself over him, wriggling my hips as the feel of him became more intense. He sat up, running his tongue around my nipple, then playfully nipping at them as I pulsed faster, my head lost in heady spin.
He groaned loudly, as I became breathless, I was relieved he didn’t bloody howl!
As our passion waved through us, so did our energy and I collapsed, edging next to him.
“Humm, I’ll let you sleep now, lover,” he whispered as my body relaxed. I felt drunk, drunk on him, satiated and my eyes were heavy. As he curled up behind me, my mind fell into a blissful sleep.
Lycaon nudged me,whispering, “Elsa, Elsa, wake up. We have to go! Hurry!”
” Um, what?”
I was lostin my thoughts, thinking it was a dream until Lycaon's arm slipped under my back as he sat me up.
“What, really? What is it?”
He sniffed the air. “Horses, hounds, someone’s coming. Hurry.”
I moved quickly, despite my exhaustion. Nearly tripping over my own feet, I glanced desperately around for my clothes. After dressing I pushed my boots on, lacing them fast. Grabbing my coat and backpack, I followed him down the stairs and chucked on my coat. My hands shook, and my mind was fuzzy. But I could hear it now. Far off in the distance the whinny of horses, the barking of hounds. Underneath my feet, the ground shook. Shaking as I zipped up my coat, desperation sounded in my voice.
“Couldn’t it be Marrock,or Conor?”
Naked, he handed me his clothes. I stuffed them in my bag along with his boots.
