Playing with the Wolf

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Chapter 11

_____________ Deklan ____________

As I lead Lucy upstairs, I’m pleased that she doesn’t even mention going home. Having her here makes me happier than I’ve been in a long while.

The two of us head up to my room hand in hand and when we get there, she slips out of my grasp, goes over to her side of the bed, and starts to undress.

I smile to myself when I realize that I’m already thinking of that side of the bed as ‘her side.’

On my side of the bed, I strip out of my clothes. When I look back over at Lucy, she’s in my T-shirt and laying stretched out on the bed.

I lie down next to her and she immediately makes me her pillow, resting her head on my chest. A warm sense of satisfaction steals through me as we snuggle close. Wrapping an arm around her, I trace my fingertips lightly up and down her arm, drawing invisible designs on her skin. A contented, little sigh slips from her, and she shifts her cheek on my chest. One of her smooth legs slides over my much hairier one, and her knee nudges my length a little.

That little nudge gets my dick twitching. My cock’s all, ‘Hello to you, too’.

Lucy’s warm hand settles on my sternum, and I feel her press a kiss to my pec. She moves over an inch and presses another kiss to my skin. When her hand starts slowly moving down my stomach towards my stirring cock, I open my eyes, tuck my chin in, and look down at her.

When I came in from my studio and saw her weary expression, I assumed she wasn’t going to be up for sex. I figured the only thing she’d be wanting is sleep, but going off her current signals, I figured wrong.

My wolf rumbles with hopeful anticipation.

Lucy tilts her head up and meets my gaze from under her lashes. The way she looks at me leaves no doubt as to whether she’s up for playing or not.

“I thought you might be too tired,” I murmur.

“I thought I was,” she admits with a little smile. “But I seem to have gotten a second wind.”

I get in on the smiling when her hand slips under the waistband of my briefs and wraps around my cock. She strokes me, and my cock quickly springs to full, hard life at her touch. She hums in appreciation as she scuttles her hand up and down my length.

Her fondling gets me humming too. And groaning.

The need to touch her as she’s touching me has me rolling onto my side toward her. I urge her from her side onto her back with a hand at her hip. She lets go of my erection, settles in her new position, and promptly takes hold of me again with her other hand.

A man on a mission, I skim my fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties, dip down into her folds, wet my fingers with her cream, then find that bud at the top of her sex. The hum Lucy lets out when I find it is deeper and longer than her earlier hum. The sultry sound has my dick throbbing.

For several delicious moments, we lay there, slowly caressing one another, my hand circling her clit, her hand stroking me, and I enjoy watching her muscles twitch and clench in response to the pleasure she’s feeling - the pleasure I’m bringing her.

When her breaths start to come quicker, when her body starts to twist and arch, I know she’s getting close. I know pleasure is gripping her hard when her grip on my cock gets tighter.

“Faster,” she gasps, pushing her mound up into my caress.

Yes, ma’am.

I circle faster and apply more pressure.

“Oh, yeah,” she moans and squeezes my cock like it’s a stress relief toy.

“Shit,” I breathe.

The way she’s squeezing me is going to make me come so hard.

I drop my mouth over hers, needing her kiss, and she starts sucking on my tongue for all she’s worth.

Our kiss is suddenly broken when she reaches climax. Her thighs clamp down on my hand, trapping it where it is, and her head jerks to the right as she groans her way through an orgasm.

Seeing her come hurries me along to my own climax.

Lucy’s hand stilled on my cock when she started coming, but once she’s on the other side of her peak, she starts stroking me again. All it takes is a few jerky tugs and I erupt, creaming the front of my briefs.

It’s messy, but worth it.

I puff out a breath and blink the room back into focus as Lucy releases her hold on me and slips her hand out of my briefs.

“Mmm,” she hums, and I look over at her.

“You’re really good with your hands.” she smiles at me, all sleepy and satisfied.

I smile at the compliment, immensely pleased that she likes my handiwork.

“So are you,” I reply.

Her movements lazy, she sneaks the hand she pleasured me with down to her core and gives herself a fondle. Watching her do that starts my motor up all over again. Seeing her touch herself is fucking hot.

I shuck the covers off the both of us, get rid of my sticky underwear, bunching them up and tossing them to the floor. In the next moment, I’m hovering over her. She smiles up at me and lifts her hips, allowing me to tug her panties down and off. Those go over my shoulder and I hunker down between her thighs, smiling up at her as I lower my mouth to her core.

I watch her across the length of her delicious, toned body. At the first swipe of my tongue through her folds, she bites her lip and her eyes drift closed.


My first taste of my mate goes straight to my head. My cock is resurrected quickly as I watch her, and taste her sweet, sweet honey.

Her eyes flicker open and find me as I continue to lick her. The heat in them builds as I lap her up. I flick her clit, circle it, fiddle my tongue back and forth across it. She likes it all, but she especially likes the back-and-forth action, judging by the jumping of her stomach muscles. So, I do that the most.

I hum against her, and she bites her lip at the vibration. So, I keep that up too.

My wolf rumbles with pleasure. He’s as addicted to Lucy’s taste as I am.

Lucy’s hands move to my head and her fingers fist in my hair. A series of cries escape her, each one higher and breathier than the last and she starts writhing. I have to press a hand across her hips to keep her from twisting away from me.

I never let up, and finally, I push her over the edge, pulling what sounds like a laughing cry from her.

Do I stop?


I keep at her until she urges me away.

It’s my philosophy that a man shouldn’t let up until his woman lets him know she’s had enough.

When she finally starts to settle down, I place a kiss on her right thigh, then another on her left. She pulls at my shoulders, urging me up over her.

What she wants, I deliver.

“Hi,” I murmur when she opens her eyes and looks up at me.

“Hi,” she echoes.

I prop myself up on my forearms, holding most of my weight off her.

“You taste fucking delicious,” I murmur.

“Glad you like,” she replies with a chuckle.

“You ready for more?” I ask.

She huffs out a little laugh.

“I don’t know,” she replies. “You just blew me away. Twice,” she flashes two fingers at me. “I don’t know if I have another in me.”

Oh, she does.

She smiles. “But you go ahead and knock yourself out. See if you can get me there a third time.”

I snort.

“Oh, I will,” I assure her.

Shifting my weight to one forearm, I reach my free hand down between our bodies and grasp myself. I pull my hips back just enough, aim, position, and push forward, gritting my teeth at the pleasure that swamps me as I push my way up into her swollen channel.

“Oh god,” she moans.

I let out a moan of my own as I seat myself inside her balls deep.

“You feel amazing,” I breathe.

I pull back slightly, push forward. Pull back, thrust forward. After a few strokes, Lucy turns into a cat. She rubs her foot along my calf, grazes her face along my neck, kneads my ass with her fingers.

Fuck yeah, she can rub and knead me all night.

I tuck my face into her neck and throw in one quicker, harder thrust, among the slow and smooth. That makes her gasp and dig her fingernails into my ass.

I swivel my hips and she moans, low and deep.

God, I love making her moan.

Sex before Lucy was fun.

Sex with Lucy is the only way to have sex.

In no time at all, I’m ready for the rush to the finish, but I want to make sure Lucy’s with me. I want her to come for a third time, with me.

I lift my head and stare down at her. Her hair’s fanned out on the pillow around her head, her lips are parted, her skin flushed. Her eyes are closed, but her lashes lift as I look down at her, and she meets my gaze.

Oh, yeah.

She’s definitely with me. She’s as lost in the pleasure as I am.

Thank god, because I’m bearing down on that finish line.


As Deklan fucks me, I stare up into his silver gaze.

I can’t believe it. I’m coming up on a third orgasm. I really didn’t believe I had it in me to come a third time.

I’ve never been happier to be wrong.

I wrap my arms around Deklan’s ribs, my legs around his hips, and hug him to me. When he lowers himself down over me, I welcome his weight.

Just his ass moves up and down, his pelvis thumping against mine.

Oh, god.

His pace quickens and I tighten around him like a boa constrictor.

“Lu... cy - ” he pants.

Hearing him breathe my name like that is such a turn-on.

I’m really close, right on the cusp of my orgasm… and then I’m coming. Conscious thought blinks off and I bliss out for several sweet moments.

Deklan ruts against me, his thrusts coming fast and hard, his rhythm tripping until finally, he falls over that edge. His back bows, his hips press into mine, and he shoves against me, not really moving in and out, but thrusting, nonetheless. Groaning and grunting, he empties himself inside me, then finally collapses down on top of me.

Taking his full weight is a bit uncomfortable, but I don’t mind. I know he’ll lift off me when he comes back to himself.

A few moments later he does shift off me and over onto his stomach beside me.

“We should always be doing that,” he says and I chuckle.

“You’re not wrong,” I reply, and he smiles over at me.

He shifts onto his side and throws an arm over my middle. Moments later, soft snuffling sounds near my ear let me know he’s fallen asleep.

I look over at him and smile to myself as I watch him sleep.

That didn’t take him long.

Shutting my eyes, I realize something else isn’t going to take long, either.

It isn’t going to take me long to fall for this man.

If I’m honest with myself, I have to admit I’m already half gone.


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