His lids dipped closed as I chuckled quietly, glimpsing that banked hatred again, but his lips were so damn gentle against mine as I cupped his cheek, feeling his strong jaw move as he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue in to meet mine. Licking and curling and loving my mouth so skilfully I trembled under him, giving back as good as I got. Hopefully. Because he deserved a damn prize for his talented mouth that had me on fire for him, pressing my core against his massive, hard cock, rubbing slowly against him, not able to do more, feeling a slight twinge of pain in my stomach that eventually ebbed to barely recognizable the more my mind swirled in pure craving.
Groaning over me, the sound a deep rumble, he nibbled down my jaw, biting gently but firmly, grabbing my undulating hip, fingers digging into my soft flesh, his own body tight with need, and ordered gruffly, “None of that.” A gentle glide of his tongue where his teeth had been. “I’ll lose my control if you keep that up.”
“Lose it,” I mumbled on a groan as he sucked on my neck softly, then more forcefully. I blinked lethargically up to the ceiling, tugging on the hand he still held. “I won’t mind.”
“No.” His voice was half wolf, nibbling over my shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He released my hand, but his fingers slowly ran down the underside of my forearm, following the curve, gliding over my bicep, my shoulder…lower…I moaned heavily, arching a smidge into his light touch. One finger softly circled around my pebbled nipple, almost touching where I needed it, the barest of a ghost touch from his heat, my breasts heavy and swollen, wanting to be palmed and squeezed with a harder touch. He kissed and licked, the gentlest of brushes down the center of my chest, whispering, “Do you want me to touch you here?” His thumb, the barest of touches, flicked over my nipple, and I cried out in need, my head arching back, chest pumping in yearning. “Is that what you want, honey?”
“Yes,” I panted, running my hands over his shoulders, trying to push him where I wanted him. “God, yes.”
“You know what I want…”
There was no stopping it. “Please.”
“Mmm,” he peered up under hooded lids, his eyes glowing like mine, and licked his lips slowly, eyes on my mouth, then to my gaze, “I like that word on your lips almost as much as I like hearing you scream my name in pleasure.” His eyes dipped to my tortured nipple, and he purred, “And since I’m a greedy bastard, I believe I want both.” His thumb flicked my nipple again, a jolt of desire directly connected with my core, my hips rising with the motion, and I grunted, gritting my teeth, breathing harshly. Navy blue, shimmering eyes back to mine, and he purred a quiet order, “Both, honey. I want both.” He dipped his head; his mouth parted over my nipple, and breathed out a moist, hot breath just over my tender, aching flesh.
I sucked in a harsh breath, arching, crying in need, “Please, Cain!”
Groaning heavily, his wolf growling loudly, his teeth latched onto my nipple, biting just hard enough. I screamed, holding his head close as he palmed the underside of my breast, his soft lips suckling greedily, a fierce pull on my puckered nipple, even as his other palm slid behind my back, holding me steady, not allowing me to squirm under him. My hips still moved against him, though, in an uncontrollable need to be filled, and his wolf growled quietly as he released my nipple to suckle my neglected breast. He moaned quietly as I gripped his hair tighter, his tongue rubbing around my nipple in slow, steady strokes. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he panted heavily against my breast, his fingers slowly sliding down my stomach, uncannily, and carefully, missing my healing mark, to slip past my belly button, gliding farther down, my hips lifting for his touch. “These past weeks have been hell.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured in a daze of sensual pleasure of pure need. “Your scent and heat have been driving me mad.”
“Good,” he muttered, fingers digging into my back, nibbling the soft vulnerable flesh on the side of my breast. “Because your sweet body has me hard every night knowing you’re right next to me, but I can’t touch you.” I trembled, crying out when his fingers gently parted my swollen flesh, dipping, running over my clit to my core.
“Oh, God,” Cain groaned, lifting a bit, mouth going to my throat, nipping a bit harder than before, his tone deep and gravelly and harsh. “So fucking wet.” His mouth parted, sucking in long, hard pulls on the side of my throat, my head tilting for him, hips undulating against his rubbing fingers. Lips against my neck, voice vibrating my flesh, he growled, “I love how you get for me.”
A low groan slid past my lips as he slid a single digit into my gripping channel. “Cain…” I sucked in a harsh breath, tilting my head back to his, pulling his head up, staring at him in consumed pleasure. I rocked my hips against his gently thrusting finger, his lips hovering over mine, his own breathing shallow, body strung rock tight over me. “Oh God, Cain.” A deep pant. “Kiss me. Fucking kiss me.”
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured on a groan, his lips landing on mine, just shy of forcefully as I felt him rein in his control, but his lips stroked hungrily with mine, pulling me into a steady, but measured rhythm of our gliding lips and tongues, calming me enough I wasn’t mindless in want, keeping me with him as he slid another finger into me, stretching me.
Crying out softly into his mouth, I slid a hand down between our bodies, running my fingers over his heated and hard as steel, and slightly trembling, flesh, until I ran the tip of my finger past his navel, sliding it down as I panted into his mouth, feeling his short, curly black hair before palming the base of his cock tightly. He jerked against me, moaning, automatically thrusting into my touch, and I proceeded to pump him just as slowly as he was thrusting his fingers into me, rubbing my finger over the head of his cock, and smearing his pre-come over the crown, eliciting a quietly growling huff from his wolf.
Until he pulled his fingers from me, gently knocking my hand away, growling against my mouth, “Enough.” Face as hard etched as mine in desire, his features hardened, eyes glowing harshly, he gently lifting my legs higher on his waist, rumbling, “I need to be inside you.”
I nodded sluggishly, drugged in desire, my mind yearning for more of this man, hips pressing against his ramrod, fierce cock. “Please, Cain.”
“Shh,” he whispered, one hand going to my rocking hips, holding me steady, his other arm lifting to lean on his elbow, his warm palm sliding over my cheek, holding me softly, his thumb over my panting lips. “Slow and soft, remember?” His hips tilted back, the large blunt head of his cock sliding down to my core’s throbbing, slick entrance. He brushed his thumb over my lips once, watching the action. “This may actually be…nice.” His brows puckered a bit on his hardened features. “I’ve never done it before.”
Chest heaving, I stared into his hooded gaze, his words telling. “Me, either.” I sucked in a breath, moaning heavily, my own lids dipping as he gently started pressing his hips forward, his thick cock stretching me just the way I needed. “If we survive, anyway, it may be nice.”
He chuckled quietly, but it sounded more a half groan of mixed pleasure and pain. “True.” He tilted his hips back gently, then pressed forward again through my slick, gripping tight channel, moaning quietly, bending to press his lips to mine. “Very damn true.”
My hands went to his cheeks, gripping his angular jaw, kissing him slowly, eyes closed in gentle pleasure, moaning softly along with him as he continued to fill me utterly and completely, and I mumbled honestly on a whisper, “You fill me so right.”
He groaned, sliding his tongue across mine, his thumb playing softly against my cheek, fingers gripping my hair gently. “And you cradle me so damn right.” Warm and moist, his tongue curled gently against mine in a slow, sensory connection as he thrust steadily until his hips were flush with mine, his cock tight within me, stretching me deliciously. Nibbling gently at my lips, he whispered on a deep purring rumble, “Can you turn into a panther or lion…or even an eagle for me?”
I chuckled quietly, pressing my lips more firmly against his. “No more than you would alter the past.”