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“You always smell like you were made specifically for me. To fuck. To be around. To worship. But right now, you smell like you’d give me anything I asked for. If that’s the scent you’re planning to wash off . . . don’t do it on my account.” He bends to suck on my neck gland, then lets go with a lurid, popping sound.
I shudder. Watch him take off his shirt. Gaze never leaving mine, he spreads my legs open with his knees. When he stares down at me likethat, I feel like I could . . .
He inhales deeply and closes his eyes. Like he needs a minute. “Fuck.”
I watch him stroke himself through the fabric of his sweatpants. I’ve been around Koen a lot in the past week, and I’m not so unobservant to have missed his erections, but the ridge of his cock always gives me pause. He is . . . large. Perfect. Already leaking through his clothes.
I want to touch him. I want to doeverythingwith him. Anything he asks for, he can have.
“Is this what worries you?” he asks. “That you’re too wet?”
I nod. Cannot bring myself to say anything.
“You really have no idea, do you?”
A moment later, his face is in my cunt. His eyes drift shut as he laps, sucks, presses kisses against it. I can’t tell whether he’s doing this for me or for himself, but I arch in a surge of pleasure and tremble, gasp, beg for more. He pulls at my clit, strokes every fold with his tongue, and bites my inner thigh. The noises he makes are fearsome. Animal. They should make me flinch, but . . .
“Please,” I keen. Fist my hands in his hair. Grind his face against my mouth. But my ass is in his hands and he controls my every movement.“Please.”
“Wanted to wash this off, huh?” he growls against me.
“I— Yes.”
“Good. Just helping you out, killer.”
I nod, breathless, and fist the sheets as he eats me— wolflike, with teeth, feral, the rough flat of his tongue scraping against me over and over, teasing the fluttering rim of my hole until I’m puffy and pink and taut, a violin string begging to be snapped. I chase the end of it, press my heels into the meat of his shoulders, feel the pressure balloon inside me, building up and up and . . . “Why can’t I— ” I writhe, desperate, frustrated. He is ruining me. I feel the slide of his thumb through my slit, the broad first joint slowly pressing into my entrance.
“Tight,” he mutters. But he pushes it deeper, then hooks it just a little, and the pleasure crests so high, I know I’m there. I should be there.
Why can’t I?“Koen,” I whimper.
“I know. I know.” He drinks more of me. I’m trembling, right on a cliff. “You can’t come from this, killer. Not when you are so close to Heat.”
“Then why are you— Please, I need you to— ”
One last bite, strong enough to quiet me down. A warning.Be obedient. “You just want to be fucked, don’t you?”
Yes. Please.
“We’ll see about that.” His tone is ominous, but I exhale in relief as he pushes down his pants. He lowers himself on top of me, and his scent isbreathtaking. But when I look down at the space between us, I see him nudging my opening with the blunt head of his cock, and . . .
My breath hitches.
“This is why,” he says, stroking himself.
He’s faintly terrifying. He pushes against me, but instead of slipping inside, he goes nowhere. I cant my hips to help, but nothing happens. A mewling sound rolls out of me. “Is it— ” Normal? Am I fucking this up?
“It’s not you,” he reassures, leaning on his side, along my body. “Never been easy.” He braces himself on his forearm. “I hoped it would help, that you’re almost in Heat, but . . .” His hand spreads against my belly and slides down. He sinks a single finger inside me, and it’sso much biggerthan one of mine. When his progress stops, he gently works me open. Licks my gland, a broad swipe on my neck, and maybe half an inch gives. A single step on the staircase to Machu Picchu.
“It hurts,” I sigh.
“Does it?” He kisses my cheek. “Are you too full? Or too empty?”
“I want more.” I try to take it, too, thrusting my pelvis upward. Koen stops me so easily, it’s embarrassing.
“Hey,” he says, soothing. “I want to fuck you really, really bad. You know that, right?”
I nod.
