Starting Over(Hart of Seattle)

Chapter Eight



Hugging herself, Von walked into the kitchen, took down a cup from the cabinet and filled it with water. More for something to do than a desire for something to drink. Her body’s response to Sean confused her. She needed to distance herself somehow.
Sean followed and leaned one shoulder against the fridge. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be in bed?”
“I took pain reliever earlier. It’s helping. In fact, other than a little tenderness, I feel fine. I doubt I need anyone to stay with me.” It was the closest she could bring herself to asking Sean to leave.
He sauntered over to stand behind her, caging her in with his hands on the counter. His breath stirred her hair. Von stiffened. The cup from which she drank trembled tellingly before she slowly lowered and set it aside. “Sean...”
“Von...” Sean mimicked. He bent his head and ran the tip of his nose down the side of her neck. She could hear him inhaling her scent. “Are you wearing anything under this gown?”
“Don’t do this.”
“Do what? This?” He nuzzled his way to her ear. “Do you have any idea how f*cking beautiful and sexy you are?”
His words, the vulgarity of them, should have turned her off. Instead, it excited her.
He moved his right hand and rested it on her stomach. With his thumb, he played with a button. “I want to open these, one by one, with my teeth.”
It should have felt like a repeat of the night before with Derrick, but it was totally different. She’d never responded to Derrick the way she instinctively reacted with Sean. The thought troubled her. Derrick was her future, or he had been. She was in love with Derrick. She shouldn’t be capable of responding sexually to anyone else. She never had before.
While she’d been thinking, Sean undid two of the buttons and now he stroked circles on her stomach with his thumb,each one rotating lower and lower. It looped around her navel, gradually dipping low enough to feel she wasn’t wearing underwear. Sean groaned and laid his forehead on her shoulder.
“I want you. I want to lay you down and lick you from head to toe. I want to bury my face between your thighs and eat you out until you scream. Then I want to bury my cock so deep you don’t know where I end and you begin, and ride you until we’re both exhausted. And when we catch our breath, I want to start all over and do it again.”
Von actually shuddered. Her nipples beaded into tight little points and between her legs, she felt her vagina soften and dampen. She swayed and braced her hands on the surface of the countertop to keep from sagging against him. Sean pressed closer. Von could feel his erection digging into her back. An erection she’d touched, and stroked, and caressed, and guided into her body.
A single, thick, calloused digit tunneled through her pubic hair to hover over her *. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered into her ear. “Tell me you don’t want me, want this,” he demanded.
Von tried to make her mouth work. Nothing came out. This is wrong. Her mind knew it. Her heart knew it, but her body didn’t seem to care.
“When I was in that hellhole, not knowing if I’d live another day, the only thing that kept me sane was thoughts of you. I’d imagine you, laid out on your mattress, your hair flowing over the pillows. In my fantasy, I’d start with your feet and work my way up your body, paying homage to every inch, every dip and hollow. I took my time. Savored each lick, kiss, and nibble. It was so real, I could hear every gasp, every sigh, every moan and catch of your breath.” He kissed her neck, captured the skin between his teeth and bit down lightly. Then soothed the nip with his tongue.
“Tonight, let me make it real.” The finger he’d suspended over her * made contact and she jerked her hips. “Let me touch you. Tease you. Please you.” He rubbed gently and she rocked with the motion. “Let me satisfy you,” he whispered in her ear. “Give you what we both need.”

“Yes.” The word flowed out of her mouth.
Sean froze. Time stopped.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she repeated softly, allowing her body to sink into his. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Yes, she’d do this and deal with the repercussions later.
He buried his face in her neck and shuddered. “God, you don’t know...”
Von gasped as Sean suddenly swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She felt like a bride on her wedding night as he reverently laid her on the mattress. He undid her braid and arranged damp hair on the pillows, his expression intent as though it mattered that he got it just right. When he finished, he commanded softly, “Don’t move.”
Watching her the whole while, he bent and took off his boots, then lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. His dog tags clanked against his chest before nestling between his breastbones in the small trail of fine dark hair. His skin was so deeply tanned she knew he spent a lot of time in the sun shirtless.
He stopped and stared. “This is just how I imagined.”
She nervously played with the skirt of her gown, alternately smoothing and plucking at the material. “I’m sure you didn’t picture me in this.”
Sean’s eyes seemed to glow. “I’m flexible. Put your hands above your head.”
His command caught her by surprise. When she hesitated, he gestured with his chin. “Now,” he added, his voice deep and sexy.
Von slowly reached up and behind. Sean’s intent gaze made her feel like a temptress. When her fingers brushed the spines of her decorative, brass iron headboard, he spoke. “Hold on and don’t let go.”
The position arched her back and lifted her breasts. She wrapped her fingers around the rail and held on tight, watching Sean through lowered eyelids.
Sean took a deep breath. “Damn, that’s a sexy look on your face.”
He thought she was sexy? He should see the view she had. Once again her gaze traveled up what she knew to be thick, bulging thigh muscles hidden in those loose, camouflage cargo pants he wore. The waistband rode low on his slender waist, giving an enticing peek at his belly button and the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the green button. The front of his pants tented and Von could see the hard knob of his cock resting against the material, obviously unrestrained by any type of underwear. She licked her suddenly dry lips and Sean cursed.
“Baby, you keep looking at me like that and this is going to be over before it’s started,” he warned.
Von ignored him in favor of continuing her study. She counted the ridges of his stomach. Two, four, six—the man had a rare eight pack. Clearly defined pecs, minimal chest hair, biceps that looked pumped even while relaxed...
Von ran her tongue around her mouth again. This time to catch the drool she felt escaping.
Sean groaned and his penis flexed. A damp spot appeared. “You’re killing me here.”
She raised dazed eyes to his. What is he talking about?
He climbed onto the bed and undid the buttons of her gown, one by one, taking his sweet time. Then he parted the material, leaving a trail skin visible from neck to navel. She thought he would have bared her breasts completely, but he seemed content to leave only the swells showing. “Perfect,” he murmured, observing his handiwork.
Retreating until his feet hit the floor, Sean maneuvered his way to the bottom of the bed and knelt. Von rose onto her elbows to see what he was about.
“I told you not to move,” he commented mildly without taking his gaze away from her feet.
Von immediately dropped back into position, though curiosity was burning a hole inside.
Her gaze on the ceiling, she felt his hand cup her foot. “You have beautiful feet.”
Those ugly things? Von curled her toes self-consciously. Her feet were long and so bony the veins stood out. Her second toe slightly longer than the first, even weekly pedicures couldn’t beatify them and he thought they were beautiful?
Sean rubbed the pad of his thumb down her instep and Von flinched, her leg automatically jerking from the contact. He tightened his grip.
“Sensitive?”
“Ticklish,” she corrected. “Very ticklish.”
Sean rumbled something that sounded like approval. He raised her leg a few inches and she felt the heat of his breath seconds before his teeth bit down gently on her arch.
“Sean!” She wasn’t quite sure if that was a protest. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around the idea of his mouth on her foot.
He followed the bite with a lick, working his way up the center of her foot to nibble on each toe, suckling the biggest one. Mortified, Von closed her eyes. What he was doing was too intimate, too taboo. It embarrassed her that it also turned her on.
“I can smell your arousal,” Sean told her as he switched his attention to her other foot.
With nibbles, licks and kisses, Sean worked his way from her feet to her ankles, then up the inside of both legs, randomly switching back and forth. The gown rose with him. He paid special attention to the sensitive skin behind her knees, and by the time he reached her inner thighs, Von’s grip on the bars was painful and she audibly panted for breath.
She glanced down and the sight of his mouth, inches from her sex, caused her vaginal muscles to spasm. Von dropped her head onto the pillow, afraid she’d spontaneously combust if she continued watching. And wouldn’t that be a shame to die before experiencing her deepest fantasy.
Sean braced his hands on her inner legs and pushed, widening the space to gain more room. Cold air immediately hit Von’s intimate parts, making her very aware of how wet and exposed she was. He brought his face close to her sex and...inhaled?
“You smell so good, I’m going to gobble you right up.”
Von flushed as her body released flood of fluid at his words.
“Mmm, you like the idea. Well, let’s not keep either one of us waiting.”
He spread her labia and tasted her with quick darts of his tongue. Before she could adjust, he licked with the flat of his tongue, straight up her slit, adding a little swirl around her *.
“Oh God!”
“Oh baby, we’re just getting started. Don’t let go!”
What followed was the most exquisite torture. Sean moaned and hummed his appreciation of her taste, and settled in like he planned to be at it all night. Von quaked, shivered, and bit her lips until she tasted blood, trying to hold in the sounds of her pleasure. Sean apparently took her silence as a challenged and pulled out all the stops.
Long minutes later, Von detonated like a rocket when he sucked her * and thrust two fingers deep and rubbed her front wall. The scream that ripped out of her should have sent her elderly downstairs neighbor to his phone to dial 911.
“Shit, that’s f*cking sexy,” he growled when her body collapsed limply onto the mattress. “Again.”
“No,” she responded weakly, sure her heart couldn’t take anymore. That belabored organ thumped so hard in her chest, she thought it would burst through her ribcage.
“Yes,” he stated firmly and buried his face between her legs. He stroked, licked, and sucked until she orgasmed again.
Tears streamed from her eyes as he crawled up her body until his hips were right over hers. Sean reached underneath and canted her hips. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I have legs? She couldn’t feel them, never mind move ‘em.
Fortunately he didn’t wait for her to find the energy. He reached back with one hand, hooked her under her knee and lifted her leg. The flexing of his hips had his straining penis rubbing through her slit before it lodged in the opening of her vagina.

“Hold on,” he growled. “This is going to be quick.”
He plunged deep and set up a pounding rhythm. With each downward drive, his shaft made constant contact with her *. It was like being jolted with a live wire. Von brought her other leg up and wrapped both of them around his waist. She forgot about the headboard and clung to Sean instead, clutching his shoulders, her nails digging tight. Her face was level with his chest as he braced on his forearms above her.
Something grew, building inside her with such power Von didn’t know how to handle it. Every muscle in her body grew rigid, straining toward some precipice. When it broke, she buried her teeth in Sean’s pectoral muscle, needing to ground herself in some manner.
Above her Sean jolted, cursed, slammed in to the hilt and froze, a howl ripping from his lips.
Sensations and images burst into Von’s mind in a dizzying rush. Deep inside something clicked into place. Her soul merged with Sean’s. The force of it caused her to blackout.

****


“Shit! F*ck! Damn!” Sean collapsed on top of his mate. Never in his life had he come so hard. He still shook with the intensity of it. Von’s sheath rippled and contracted around him in mini-aftershocks.
Sean knew he needed to move. His weight had to be crushing her, but he didn’t have the strength. The most he could manage was to shift slightly to the right. Sean buried his face in her hair and breathed hard, sucking oxygen into his starved lungs.
He had no idea making love with Von would be so...so... Words failed him. One day he’d be able to touch this woman—his woman, his wolf snarled—without losing his mind. Sean knew his way around a woman’s body but with Von, there was no finesse, no well thought out expertise. His libido took over and his mind left the playing field.
God, he hadn’t even taken time to take off his pants. They still hung low on his hips where he’d pushed them, his only thought to get inside Von now. Von’s gown was bunched around her waist. It was a miracle she’d come because once he’d gotten his cock inside of her, there’d been no holding back.
The mark on his chest throbbed where she bit him. He wouldn’t be surprised to see blood. They were well and truly connected now. He’d felt his soul rip open and Von flood in to fill a place he hadn’t realized was empty. He knew she had to have felt it, too.
She loved him. Sean could feel it deep inside. Von’s heart belonged to him, but her mind? That he wasn’t sure of. Yes, she’d given herself to him tonight. The question is, how would she feel tomorrow in the harsh light of day?
Then there’s the problem of what he was. How did he tell Von about Lycans, mates, and bonds? His mind tried to worry but his body was too sated. It dragged him down into sleep.
Still deeply embedded and semi-hard, his body mostly pinning hers to the mattress, Sean gave up the fight and slept.