“No, don’t stop,” he commanded, so I began anew. His fingers thrust deeper, harder, dragging sharp little moans from me in time with each one. “Pinch those pretty little nipples, make them ache for me, just like I ache for you.”
So I did, just like the good girl he’d called me, and I got my reward in spades. His lips returned and now they tugged at my clit, just like my hands did my nipples. We worked in tandem, a perfect team made of complete strangers, until my cries got hoarse, ragged.
“Come for me, Lily,” he said, his voice a velvet rope that wound itself away around me, forcing my compliance even as it felt so good. “I need you all sweet, soft and wet if you’re gonna take me. Come, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
I nodded and that’s when I felt it. His mouth returned, but so did his fangs. They pressed down either side of my clit, pushing into the skin, but not biting. Then Ben let out a low, guttural growl, partially muffled by having a mouthful of me, and that’s all it took.
“Ben!” I yelped, my hands slapping down on his skull, forcing him to follow the spasmodic jerks of my body, as bliss burst inside me.
I was boneless,limp and floppy when he pulled free, depositing one last lick along my clit as he moved upwards, covering me with him.
“Kiss me,” he commanded. “Taste yourself on me.”
Normally I would’ve thought that kinda gross, but whatever devil was living inside me tonight, it reached up, drawing his lips down on mine and I kissed him with everything I had, doing just that.
“Good girl,” he told me, right as he moved his cock, notching it against my core. “You’re such a good girl. Need you, Lily. Need to feel you around me…”
And suddenly I needed that too, my fingers gripping his taut buttocks, dragging him closer.
Chapter 4
This was a tight fit, something that was evidenced by the strain in his face, but the two of us watched him sink inside me, both of us panting once it was done.
“Fuck…” he said, shifting restively. “Fuck…!”
He moved then, scooping me up, my legs slung over his shoulders, and I was split wide for him.
“Wanted to take my time,” he groaned, a look of hazy confusion on his face. “Wanted to make this last, but… Lily?” I didn’t know what he was asking, but something inside me, it responded, and I stroked his face. He turned his head into my hand, placing a kiss there, even as he shuddered. “God, Lily, I need to go deeper.”
“Yes…” I said, flopping back on the bed, feeling the same damn thing.
He was a heavy weight inside me, setting up the most delicious friction, one that would have almost burned if it wasn’t for my copious amount of slick. Somehow, at his order, I was drenched, my body feeling sodden and swollen, parting for him with an ease that didn’t seem real. My hips thrust up, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“No, you don’t…” His protest was lost as he thrust again, his focus and mine caught up in the sensory symphony our bodies were creating. Then he rolled us over so that I sat astride him. “Hell… You’re taking me so well, Lily. You feel so fucking good. This way you can control things, so I don’t do exactly what my wolf is telling me to do and bury myself all the way inside you.”
“Mm…” I agreed absently, my hips moving on automatic.
My hands roamed across my body, his following mine as I moved, working myself up and down his throbbing length. I couldn’t seem to think, feel anything other than that, the friction building something inside me, a kind of flickering pleasure that drew me along.
“Lily…” he groaned as I worked myself harder, faster, his hands settling on my hips. “Fuck, I need you to take my fucking knot. It’s aching for you.”
I didn’t know what he was asking, not really, but my eyes opened at the sound of his voice. Part steely determination, part thready need, he stared into my eyes, his face flushed, desperation clear in his expression.
“Take my knot like a good girl,” he said, the steel winning the war in his voice, and my body followed his command without thought.
He’d made me feel good in every other way, so this was just another height to climb to, another pleasure to reach for. I planted my hands on his chest, arching my back, then bearing down harder with each thrust. It didn’t seem possible, but his cock plunged deeper each time I did.
“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this,” he ground out, “but don’t fucking stop. You want to take all of me, don’t you, Lily?” If all meant more of this, a swollen, bloated kind of pleasure that sent ripples down my spine, then my answer was all of the yesses. “You need to take everything I’ve got.”
He rasped the words out through bared teeth, his fangs flashing in the low light, which should’ve worried me. But like monsters of old, he’d sucked me in, led me down the path to temptation until I was running off in front of him, leading the way. My fingers curled, my nails dug into his chest, and he grinned at that. “That’s it, mark me up,” he urged. “Leave me feeling you long after I’ve gone.”
Gone, that was a stone of a word, thrown into the tranquil pool of my mind, but before I could count the ripples, something happened. If fucking Ben was all about the delicious stretch of being over full, I was about to find out just how good it could be.
My focus felt like it was entirely narrowed down to the point where our bodies joined, my eyes and his slipping down. I could only see a blurry lump from where I was perched and then he roared and I whimpered as that disappeared inside me.
“Too much!” I whispered frantically over and over, the stretch transmuting into a pinch, then outright pain. I wanted to pull away, scuttle back, get the fuck away from all of this, when his thumb went to my clit, rubbing it briskly before it happened. It felt like his knot wedged inside me with an audible pop and then I was allll good.
“Fuck, Lily!” Ben shouted. “Fuck!”