TWENTY
I sleptfor what felt like ages. When I woke up, I was hungry and sweaty—and ridiculously, ridiculously horny.
Dax’s erection was throbbing against my ass, his body still holding mine securely against him. I listened to his breathing for a moment, and felt him throbbing, and decided he probably wasn’t sleeping.
“Are you awake?” I whispered anyway, just to make sure.
“Mmhm.” His answer was more of a grunt than anything.
“I need food and sex,” I whispered again.
He groaned, his erection throbbing even harder. “Alright, give me a second and I’ll get you something to eat.”
I was pretty sure he wanted that second to get up the self control to walk away from me without getting off.
But my core was dripping wet, so I didn’t see a reason for that.
So instead of agreeing, I wiggled my hips a bit.
His teeth bit down on my shoulder, just lightly enough not to hurt. It was bare; my robe had vanished at some point while I was asleep.
“You’ve gotta stop,” he growled into my shoulder, around his teeth.
Instead of stopping, I contorted myself a bit, lining his erection up with my opening.
He mumbled curses, his fingers digging into my hips as he attempted to keep me still. “I’m going to blow, Baby. You’ve gotta stop.”
“Do it inside me,” I murmured instead.
Still swearing, he grabbed me by the hips and sank me down onto his erection. He slammed into me, losing it the moment I was wrapped around him, and snarling more curses as he came.
His fingers found my clit, and he had me crying out only a few seconds after he finished; the climax had me insanely sensitive.
We were both panting when we came down from the high, our eyes closed and our bodies slightly more relaxed.
“Lizzy put the food we ordered in the fridge the night we shifted,” Dax mumbled into my neck, before he rolled away. “I’ll be quick.”
I nodded without moving any other part of myself, still breathing too fast to say anything in response.
Dax came back with five styrofoam containers of leftover Chinese food. It wasn’t heated up, but I was too hungry and horny to give a shit.
He dropped beside me in bed, handing me a fork and three of the containers. I would’ve been offended by being offered more food if I’d been human, but I knew that newly-turned werewolves ate an assload of food over the first year of werewolfism, as their bodies adjusted and changed. I’d be sad to see my curves go for good, but at the same time, not sad about fitting society’s stupid beauty ideals.
And I definitely wouldn’t mind replacing my wardrobe. I loved books, but I liked shopping too.
We devoured the food in bed, not caring about the fact that we were both naked. My bathrobe was wrapped awkwardly around my middle, and when I asked Dax why, he shrugged and told me I’d ordered him to peel it off my sensitive nipples in my sleep. Honestly, that didn’t surprise me one bit. Horny, sleepy Sab was a monster.
After we finished eating, I was already horny as shit again. Dax could apparently smell that desire, because he had control of my hips and was thrusting himself inside me before I could even put my empty food containers on the nightstand. But with how fast he had me shattering, I didn’t mind getting a little rice in my hair.
I’d take ricey hair in exchange for hot sex any day.
He got me off with his cock, and then dragged me up his body until I was sitting on his face. I’d read about that a thousand times but never tried it—and fuck, there was something insanely hot about having my tits against the wall while he ate me out.
He got me off once with his tongue before bringing his fingers into play. One slid inside me, and another toyed with my backside.
I moaned as his thumb brushed my back entrance, bucking against him.
“You don’t have to do that,” I panted, still rocking against his face.