Lib Novel Page 102
She makes a helpless noise as her fingers reach down and press against her panties, against the damp spot that I can smell. My mouth waters.
The bed is not far from us, and light as she is, it’s not hard to toss her onto it. Her bruises from last night have healed. There isn’t a single remnant of them, but the realization barely registers on me. I lift her legs, parting them urgently.
Simple, white panties.
Gone.
Sophia isn’t shy right now. Her wolf is gazing at me through her eyes—a challenge in them, blind lust and desire in them—and my own animal growls in approval. We may be in our human forms, but this is a mating of our beasts.
I dive into her pussy, my tongue licking and sucking, piercing her hole. The way her body writhes and squirms as I fuck her with my tongue is a sight to see. One hand is in my hair, clutching my head to the spot between her spread legs, and the other is digging into the sheets next to her. Soon enough though, it joins its companion in my hair.
I slurp all her juices as they drip from her. Gasping cries of need keep coming out of Sophia’s mouth. Her clit is hard and stiff, and I gently bite down on it. Her scream is a delicious sound as she unravels, her orgasm flooding my mouth. I lap it up before taking advantage of her loosened grip on my head and moving back.
Her legs are spread open before me, and I thrust in two fingers.
She’s so fucking tight.
“If you can’t even take two of my fingers,” I breathe, “how’re you supposed to fit my cock in you?”
I jiggle the two fingers, watch her move her own hips, and then insert another. It’s an even tighter fit, and this time, Sophia whimpers in pain.
“Easy now,” I whisper, taking her nipple in my mouth as my fingers toy with her pussy, stretching that hole, opening it for what’s to follow. She’s torn between pleasure and pain. My cock is throbbing, but I ignore it. This should be about Sophia’s pleasure. Only once she’s exhausted will the effects of the aphrodisiac begin to fade. At least, that’s my understanding of how this is supposed to go.
The fine sheen of sweat on her body is irresistible. I run my tongue over her flat stomach, enjoying the taste of her skin and sweat combined. It’s hard to keep myself in check when all I want to do is turn her over and drill into her till we both lose our minds. For weeks, I’ve held off from touching her, only slipping up every now and then. As a result, I’m more pent up than I realized.
I feel her wet, slippery, lower muscles tighten around my fingers, and her back arches as she lets out a broken moan. Another sliver of my self-control cracks at the sound. I can’t wait any longer.
Discarding my pants, I ignore the way my arm is hurting from the exertion of keeping Sophia in place.
She wraps her legs around me like a tight glove, and a groan escapes my lips.
I thought she would feel pain, but instead, she grows almost feral at the penetration, her hands reaching for me, her claws digging into my chest, drawing blood. My wolf likes the violence, the bloodshed, and it makes a noise that almost sounds like a cat purring.
I push inside her till our bodies are completely joined. Then I take her wrists and, pinning them to the bed above her head, I begin to move. I don’t bother with a slow pace. This isn’t the time to draw things out. I fuck her hard and deep, grinding my teeth as I hold my own needs back. Our faces are inches apart, and something in me hurts when I still can’t see any awareness in Sophia’s eyes.
All I see is the feral wolf gazing back at me. I can’t see Sophia.
As my lips press against hers, desperate to see some flicker of recognition in those eyes, her body seizes, and I rumble as she orgasms.
And that’s when I see it.
Sophia!
As recognition dawns in her eyes, I see confusion and dazed pleasure in them. Her body is trembling, and I can still smell her arousal.
“You’re safe,” I tell her, gathering her in my arms, my cock still buried deep inside her. “I’ve got you.”
Her lips part, and this time, when desire floods her eyes at my movement, it’s Sophia who makes the first move, kissing me deeply.
*** **
The woman sitting in this bed baffles me.
A sheet wrapped around her body, Sophia watches me carry a tray full of the food that was just delivered to the apartment. It seems Elsa predicted what would happen.
Sophia doesn’t look angry. Instead, she makes room for me on the bed. “Who was at the door?”
“Elsa,” I answer, setting down the tray and sitting beside Sophia. Her bare shoulders are covered with marks. Marks that I put there. Despite the situation, seeing my marks on her makes me feel oddly satisfied.