Henrik growled, low and deep, and stroked himself as his eyes stayed focused on her sex, not looking away.
“How many fingers can you take?” Henrik demanded, his voice thick. She could see his teeth growing in his mouth, and her shoulder ached a little at the memory of him trying to bite her.
Violet knew the answer to his question, of course, but what was the fun in just telling him? “I don’t know... Do you want to find out?”
Henrik growled again, affirmative, and she started with two fingers, groaning a little at how good it felt to finally have something inside.
She hadn’t exactly been getting herself off while in Garoureve, and her body was sorely aching for it.
Two fingers slowly became three as Henrik watched, stroking himself slowly. She imagined his hands touching her instead, imagined his fingers inside of her. His hands were so much bigger than her own, his fingers much thicker. Three of her fingers were much the same size as two of his. Would she even be able to take four of his fingers? She shivered at the thought.
“Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he demanded. “Now.”
“I want to know what your fingers feel like,” she gasped, and pinched her eyes closed at the thought. “I want to know what it would feel like to have you pinning me down onto the bed, spread open, with your face between my thighs.”
“You could feel them right now,” Henrik groaned as he leaned forward. She could see how on edge he was, could practically feel him shifting, even from across the room, even though she had no idea what it actually felt like. “These gloves, they could protect us. I could put my fingers inside of you, curl them deep, hold you down. Fuck, would be worth the risk either way, just feel you grippin’ me tight.”
Violet’s legs shook at the very thought, and she moved her free hand to grip her breast, squeezing it to keep from reaching out to him. It was a dangerous idea, one she would far too easily give into. They could totally do that. They could... she could wear gloves herself, wrap her fingers around him and stroke his cock. They could use a condom, position blankets, and do their best. They could risk it—
But the fear of burning him, ofactually hurting him...
“Next time,” she teased. “Right now, you’ll have to watch me get myself off.”
Henrik made an inhuman noise, one that was not at all what she would expect from a wolf, and she grinned, settling back into herself. He was losing whatever demanding and dominating presence he had before, his mouth now slack and his eyes wide as he watched her. She wasn’t even doing anything particularly exciting, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, watching her curl three fingers inside of her.
“Do you think you’ll fit inside of me?” she gasped, shocked at how breathy her words sounded. “Do you think I’ll be able to take you?”
“You’ll be able to—fuck.”
He looked away from her and down at his cock, and her eyes followed. He was definitely rock solid, and she didn’t quite understand what she was looking at, when she looked up into his eyes again. What was wrong? What was happening?
“Henrik?”
“Fuck. Gonna shift, Little Witch.”
“What?”
“Let me see you get yourself off. Wanna see your pretty face again when you come.”
Violet didn’t know if she could do it on command, but she would sure as shit try.
“Tell me what you would do to me, if you could do anything,” Violet begged as she pressed her thumb to her clit. Her hips jerked immediately, as she had otherwise ignoring the swollen nub, but now that she was giving it attention... it wouldn’t take much longer.
“Wanna fuck you everywhere. In the forest. In the shower. On the ground. Everywhere I can have you. Wanna breed you. Wanna make you cry because it hurts so good. Wanna make you scream my name. Wanna play with your nipples till they’re swollen. Fuck, I don’t even know what breasts feel like. Can’t wait to really feel yours. Wanna lay back and watch you ride me. Wanna sink my teeth into your thigh. Wanna—”
That did it, pushing her straight over the edge into ecstasy.
The thought of him making her do all of those things, all of the things she had dreamed of, fantasized of, for years... to have him say the words out loud, to confirm that his desires aligned with hers...
It was either that or the soulmate bond, because she should not be able to get off so easily without any extra attention to either her clit or her g-spot.
She was going to assume it was Henrik’s voice until otherwise disproven.
Violet’s head fell back as she hit her peak, her eyes no longer focused on him. It felt so good, his growls filling the air, the knowledge that he could look but not touch. She knew he was jerking himself off to the sights and sounds of her, and she wanted to watch, wanted to see him finish, but she was unable to open her eyes, or to find the strength to sit up straight and look at him.
The sound of the door flying open caught her, though, and she jerked her hand away from between her thighs as she turned to stare out the side door, terrified his Gran would be there... only to see a wolf tail as he shot out into the woods.
She blinked, bewildered, then looked to where Henrik had just been sitting. Soiled sweatpants and the rest of his clothing were the only signs he left behind.