A/N: Explicit sexual content 18 years+ only. if you don’t like smut you can skip this chapter.
Did she just ask me to go down on her? With the way she uncrossed her legs and lifted her dress, there was no mistaking the sexual innuendo. I wanted to rip off that outrageous dress. Though she looked mesmerizing in it and it brought the colors of her eyes.
The moment we came to her bedroom and she unveiled her scent, my instincts took over. I couldn’t help but bury my head in her hair and inhale her scent. If she wants me to pleasure her, I’ll be happy to oblige.
Without hesitation, I kneeled between her legs and I lifted her dress to reveal her lace-clad pussy. I hooked my fingers on the waistband and pulled her panties down as Claire slightly raised her behind.
Before putting it in my pocket, I gave the flimsy piece of lingerie a quick sniff. The inciting smell of her arousal awakened my senses, eager to taste her at the source. The last bit of restraint that I had vanished when I looked at her shaved pussy. I wanted to believe that she groomed herself for me, not that a little pubic hair would stop me otherwise.
I dove in headfirst, spreading her thighs. Before I could make the first lick she tutted at me wiggling her index.
“Alright,” I said, accepting to play by her rules. I didn’t mind a little challenge.
I lifted my hands in mock surrender before crossing them behind my back.
I kissed my way up her right thigh. Before I reached the apex, I repeated the motion on the left one. My actions made her spread her legs further and her moist lips parted in front of my eyes. I licked all around her entrance before my tongue made contact with her hidden pearl.
I thrust my tongue inside, letting her juices cover my taste buds. She tasted sweet and a little tangy like honey with orange zest. It was the kind of flavor that you can’t get enough of and always come back for more.
Claire pushed her hips against my face and I could all but grab the chair as a growl rumbled in my chest. Her hands threaded in my hair, tugging at the roots and guiding me to where she wanted me. I would pleasure her all night long, but it felt unfair that I couldn’t touch her.
I looked up at my mate. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. I leaned back looking at her glistening and folds. She blossomed like a red rose. Her nub was engorged and peaking between her petals.
“Why did you stop?” She asked with a low sultry voice.
“You were so quiet. How would I know if you liked it or not?” A little white lie. I could read her body like an open book. Her mind though, was more difficult to figure out.
She sighed then slumped back on the chair.
“You better make up for it!” She declared making a cute pout.
I raised an eyebrow in question.
“Strip! Slowly.” She demanded.
If anyone dared to order me the way she did, I would have torn their head off with my bare hands. But this was my mate and her tone was playful. I had agreed implicitly to play by her rules, the moment I stepped on her turf. So I decided to humor her. For now.
As I started by taking off my tie and cufflinks, I was thinking how I was liking this version of her. She was less shy, less inhibited. It must be the alcohol at work. It was good that she had only one glass because it was enough to make her tipsy but not enough to cloud her judgment. She will burn it quickly anyway but I didn’t want her to wake up the next morning and regret whatever is going to happen tonight.
When I took off my shirt, Claire’s eyes zeroed on my inked arm and I smelled her arousal. I didn’t know she had a thing for tattoos, but it was good to find out. My pants were the last to go, and as I pulled them down, my mate stood up. She walked to me raking her eyes shamelessly across my naked body.
“Going commando, I see!” She quipped as she trailed a finger over the patterns of my tattoo.
Claire placed her palms flat on my chest and started pushing me. After a few backward steps, I felt the edge of the bed on my calves and I let myself fall on the mattress. She climbed on top and straddled me. I didn’t have to wonder long about what she’d do, because she curled her fingers and started stroking me, slowly.
I moved to touch her knees, but she repeated the “no hands rule”. Reluctantly, I crossed my hands behind my head and laid back to enjoy the little show. Her tongue slightly darting out of the corner of her mouth, she looked like she was concentrating on a task. For once she didn’t look away abashedly. I liked to see her confident and at ease with her sexuality.
“Yours is the biggest I’ve seen.” She told me as she looked down. I didn’t want to make anything out of her comment. It wasn’t anything new. Alphas were well endowed and I was no exception. Besides, werewolves had a tendency for nudity. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had seen some naked males. Not that I liked the idea.
“I should’ve appreciated you better. You’re the only one who could satisfy me.”
That statement, however, insinuated that someone else tried to pleasure her. That thought alone made me spring forward with my hand pressing on her throat.
“Who did you sleep with?” I questioned.
“I won’t dignify that question with an answer.” She said. “A Queen doesn’t kiss and tell.”
I pushed Claire off me and dropped her on the bed to get dressed. I could blame it on the alcohol, that she didn’t have any filters on what she was saying. The sad truth was that this was a mistake. No matter how much we loved each other, assuming that she loved me, we were completely different people. I’ve forgotten how much we fought when we first met.
“Are you leaving?” She sounded dejected as she sat up and saw me pulling up my pants.
“I didn’t okay! It was just talk. I didn’t know you’d take it so literally!”
When I didn’t answer, she slumped back on the bed.
“Can’t you just relax and have fun for once. Don’t you get tired of being this serious all the time?”
So she was provoking me. I held the belt tightly in my hand. My mate needed a little punishment to teach her not to take my feelings so lightly.
My ridiculous attempt at sex talk backfired on me. My mind started to clear from the alcohol and my awkwardness came back ten folds. Victor’s hot temper took a back seat until my stupid mouth opened and ruined everything.
I was hoping we could reconcile but now, he was standing there facing away, refusing to look at me and preparing to leave without saying a word. If only I was being as mature about my relationship as my work, if I didn’t follow lust blindly, maybe things would have ended differently.
When Victor turned around, he stalked towards me glaring. He looked like a predator about to pounce on its prey. I backed away until I bumped against the headboard and had nowhere to go. He climbed on the bed and pulled me by my ankles before he caged with his wide frame.
He crashed his lips on mine and kissed me aggressively. It was a sloppy and feverish kiss as he licked and nibbled on my lips, which I’m sure will be bruised. I was so lost and engrossed in the moment and trying to keep up with him, that I didn’t notice what he did. When Victor pulled away, I couldn’t move my hands. He used his belt to tie my wrists together.
“I didn’t know you had a bondage kink.”
“I don’t.” He said furrowing his brows like he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Then why are you tying me up?”
“You started with the no-hands rule.”
“But I didn’t tie you.”
“Just to make sure you don’t break the rule.”
I noticed the mirth in his tone even if his face was stone cold. Before I could retort with a comeback, Victor flipped me so I was laying on my stomach. He unbuttoned the collar of the dress then traced his hands along my spine eliciting a delicious shiver. The bottom of the dress didn’t get the same kind of treatment as I heard the fabric being ripped away.
Victor pulled me up so I was on my elbows and knees before he started a delightful conquest of my body. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He was massaging my breasts and pulling my nipples one moment, then he was kneading my asscheeks the other.
Victor’s hands were searing hot on my skin making me burn from the inside out. My senses were on overload with all the sensations he was creating in me. He pleasured me with his mouth and his fingers and brought me to the edge over and over again, denying me my release every time.
I groaned in frustration as I slid back on my stomach. It was difficult to stay on all four like this, and I tried to catch my breath when he gave me a short respite. Less than a minute later he pulled me back to that prone position, and I noticed that he took off his pants.
“What do you want?” He asked teasingly, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his hard length along my folds as he caged me.
“You. I want you.” I said breathlessly. I didn’t want to admit how much I needed him but my body betrayed me and acted on its own accord.
Victor chuckled as I wiggled my backside looking for some friction to ease the ache in my core. As if it wasn’t because of him that I was so needy and wanton. He rubbed the head of his cock along my slit, covering himself in my wetness. Without warning, he nudged his way between my folds and impaled me to the hilt. The sudden and powerful thrust made me yelp.
I couldn’t help but tense around him. He was filling me, stretching me as if it was my first time. He stilled inside of me, his hand rubbing soothingly my back. After a moment the pain ebbed away leaving place to pleasure and I relaxed. Victor sneaked an arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders pulling me up. Our bodies were perfectly molded together. My back was on his chest and I was straddling him. My breasts were resting heavily on his forearm.
“Do you like it? When I’m deep inside of you?” He asked with his hand around my neck.
I could barely breathe, let alone talk and it wasn’t because of his hand on my throat. He nibbled on my ear, sending a jolt to my groin and making me arch my back in reaction. Apparently, it was a good enough answer for him because he started thrusting slowly, languorously. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build deep in my belly. My muscles were coiling tightly around his shaft and I felt him twitch inside of me.
I was seeing stars and my eyes rolled back in their sockets. I was getting higher and falling never seemed this appealing. Just when I was about to reach my climax, Victor pulled out. My knees couldn’t hold my weight and my legs wobbled when he let go of me. I fell on the bed and curled on myself.
“Why?” It was all I could say with a strangled voice.
It felt like utter torture, but for what crime. What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment? Tears were already pricking the corner of my eyes from the intensity of his ministrations. I was about to break down when he turned me to face him. Victor placed my legs on either side of his hips and leaned forward.
“I want to see your face when you scream my name and cum all over me.”
I wanted to believe him, but he was denying me my release for what felt like hours. I lifted my tied hands above my head to get a better view of what he was doing. I looked to where our bodies were about to join and then up, begging him silently to stop teasing me. Victor placed his tip at my entrance. Then as he leaned forward, he sheathed his length in my tight warmth.
Victor hooked his arms under my knees and started pounding me. I didn’t mind at all the fervent thrusting. He was reaching places deep inside, I didn’t know existed or could feel this good. The pressure was building fast and the sound of skin-to-skin slapping filled the air, along with our heavy pants.
“Please don’t stop!” I never thought I would beg, but I was getting desperate.
Pinning me with his gaze and observing every reaction, Victor reached between us and his hand found my bundle of nerves. He rubbed me there as he increased his pace.
“Victor! Ahhh!” I moaned as I finally embraced a climax like no other. A delicious wave started at my core and spread upward. Victor followed me a few moments later. Grunting, I felt his warm seed coat my depths.
“It wasn’t a scream, but I’ll take it.” He told me, once we were done shaking and caught our breaths.
I smiled at him and he kissed me tenderly. At last I was sated and I relaxed in my mate’s doting embrace. In the aftermath of his love making, my body was left a boneless puddled mess. Victor untied me and used what was left of my dress to wipe all the bodily fluids. He pulled the sheets over our tangled naked bodies and I surrendered to a peaceful sleep, knowing that my love was next to me.