Page 21 of The Wolf's Appetite
And then I slid a finger into her tight little pussy. I pumped my finger slowly, curling just enough to make her eyes flutter shut again.
My thumb circled her clit, and her entire body tightened. Her breath came in gasps, and I knew she was close. Ineededher to come for me… because of me.
I captured my mouth again as I finger-fucked her. She had her head resting back against the wall, her eyes closed and her mouth parted. She was lost in her pleasure, and I was fucking dying to see her come undone.
“I want tae see ye come, sweetling. I want tae feel yer little pussy gripping my fingers as ye go over the edge.” I groaned as my own words ignited me, as I pictured her tight pussy squeezing my cock as I fucked her into abandon.
She moaned louder, more frantic. I knew she was close. My mouth watered, and I felt my teeth ache. I had my mouth on her throat, sucking and licking. Biting. Gods, I wanted to mark her, to break her skin and drink her down.
My cock was so hard, pre-cum dripping out the tip. I started grinding myself against her belly, knowing I was going to come right in my pants like a young male who had no control.
I didn’t care. This all felt too good.
And when I bit down hard enough to break her skin, Aisling came for me. She cried out, her body seizing as her pussy milked my fingers. That’s all I needed to climax.
I groaned and licked at the minor wound I’d created on her neck, cum shooting out of my cock and soaking the inside of my pants.
Gods… it felt incredible.
When she sagged in my arms and my cock gave one more jerk, one last pulse of seed slipping out the tip, only then did I pull my fingers out of her pussy. She whimpered, blinking at me in post-orgasmic pleasure. I lifted my hand to my mouth, and while staring into her eyes, licked my fingers clean of her orgasm.
She was the sweetest fucking thing I ever tasted.
After I devoured her sweet release, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers again, softer now, but no less possessive.
“I want ye,” I whispered against her mouth. “So fucking bad I’m going crazy.” My cock, although sated from coming, hardened again.
She swallowed, brushing her fingers against the side of my jaw, her nails scraping against my stubble.
I wanted to be honest with her. There was no doubt she’d heard the rumors, knew my wolf was gone, but I’d never verbally said the words out loud.
But staring into her eyes… I wanted to give that to her. I had to because she was mine. Wolf present or not.
“I lost my wolf when I was injured,” I said roughly. “I haven’t shifted in months. There’s nothing in me but silence. Dead weight.”
She stared at me, and I hated how hollow I felt beneath her gaze. I wanted to be a male of worth—hermale of worth.
“But tonight… touching ye.” I exhaled. “There was something,” I admitted, my voice hoarse. “A flicker. A sound I haven’t heard in so long I almost dinna believe it.”
Her eyes widened. “Ye think… I did that?”
I gave a short laugh, one with no humor in it. “I donna think. Ikno’ye’rethe onlything that makes me feel alive. And I donna kno’ what the fuck tae do about it.” I cupped her face. She felt perfect in my arms. “Without my wolf, I canna feel the fated mates pull.” I felt everything in me tighten. “Fated mate or no’, Aisling, ye’re mine, and I’m no’ letting ye go.”
She pressed her forehead to mine. “My wolf is with me, but it’s like there’s this strange block from telling me ye’re my mate. But, Lennox, I’ve never felt this with anyone. Just be with me and feel what’s happening between us.”
And, gods help me, I wanted to.
I wanted to let go and fall into her. To taste every inch of her. To bury myself in her body and drown in it.
But there was still something looming. Still an unseen threat. And she was too close to it all.
“Ye need tae come back tae the estate with me,” I said again, softer. “Please.”
She hesitated, her breath warm against my lips. Then she nodded.
I exhaled as if I hadn’t taken a breath in hours andkissed her again. Slower. As if I could burn the memory into every part of me.
I held her close as the storm raged outside… and inside myself.
