Page 76 of Wolves & Watercolors
Days ago, I would be thrilled to take him back to Los Angeles with me, but now, I only want him. Everything else fades away.
My shirt peels over my head and I’m not even sure whose hands did it. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, urging me to open for him. As he kisses me deep, his tongue delving in, my hands drag down his sweats and remove his last piece of clothing. He’s already pulling my shorts off.
Rolling again, I kneel over him. He pushes up to sit, lowering his lips to my chest as I unhook the clasp of my bra. As the straps fall over my shoulders, he cups my breast gently. Tentatively, he lowers his mouth to it, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders, grinding my hips down on him.
That delicious tension builds until I want to climb into his very skin.
We tumble over, his mouth trailing down my stomach as he pushes me to my back. Featherlight kisses mingle with small bites, until I’m grasping at the sheets and opening my mouth in a silent scream with my eyes screwed shut.
The lace of my panties drags across my thighs as he removes them. A second later, his mouth ghosts over the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. There’s no time to prepare before he’s licking and touching the most intimate part of me. The moan I let out is embarrassing, but there’s no time for shame.
With days of unresolved need between us, I’m ready to explode at his first touch. Words jumble in my mind and I’m reduced to a nonsensical mess of gasps and whimpers. It takes two attempts to speak, but finally I string words together. “Cedar, I need you inside of me, right now.”
He stills, looking up at me. Those glowing eyes make my heart leap and stomach swoop. Slowly, he moves up my body, kissing my stomach, breasts, and lips before resting his forehead against mine. “I want to, but I don’t have-”
“I’m on the pill, so we can just, please, I’m going to lose my mind.” My words pour out, thoughts half completed. I’m still trying to speak when he nods and kisses me again.
Heart racing, I reach down between us and grip his cock. My body hums at the chance to touch. His harsh exhale raises the hair on my arms as I stroke him. Eagerly, I pull him into me. Time seems to slow as my focus narrows down to the places ourbodies touch. His movements are slow, controlled, as he eases into me part of the way. Head bowed, his brow furrows as he bites his lip.
“Okay?” I say, gripping his face so I can see his eyes and the hint of fang pressing into his full bottom lip.
“I’m trying to make sure I’m gentle with you,” he says.
The situation crashes over me and I let out a laugh. “You could slam me into this headboard until I can’t see straight and I would still say thank you and ask you to do it again.”
His eyes widen and I turn to kiss the inside of his forearm braced beside me. “Come on, my wolf,” I urge, tightening my thighs on his hips. “I’m not delicate.”
With a look of devotion, he pushes into me, filling me until our bodies are flush. His eyes rove over me, reassuring himself that I’m pleased. Weaving my fingers into his hair, I angle my head to kiss him, only releasing him when he rolls his hips. Luscious pleasure fills me, washing over me, filling me.
There’s no shady motel room, no world around us at all as he sets a pace that makes my toes curl and my mouth spill out words of praise that might be gibberish. The feel of his body pressing into mine overwhelms everything else I know.
“I want to claim you so badly,” he rasps, his breath warm on the shell of my ear. I shiver at the words, remembering what it means. Commitment.
“Then do it.” Leveling my gaze to stare directly into his eyes, I speak my truth. “I want to belong to you in every way possible.”
It’s all the permission he needs. With a swift movement, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into the crook of my neck. The sharp pain of sharp fangs cutting into skin and muscle wrings a muffled scream from me, but the sting mingles with the intense pleasure ripping through my body.
My hands scramble for purchase, wrapping around his neck to hold me steady as he slowly withdraws his teeth and licks the tender spot. Buzzing magic rips out of me, magic I didn’t even realize I was holding back. The wound seals over, the pain vanishing until I am shaking with a sense of ecstasy. Magic flows into Cedar too. His head drops, his cheek brushing my temple as he slows and shudders with a guttural growl.
He breathes in the scent of my hair, and everything is still for a moment before his head pops up and he inspects the bite mark. Even without touching it, I can tell the skin is healed.
“Are you good?” he asks quietly, leveraging off of me, he drops onto his side. I turn to face him until we’re settled chest to chest, just like last time. But now, everything is different.
“Never better. How does it look?” I tilt my jaw to give him clear access.
“Perfect.” He traces the spot. As he relaxes into his pillow, the dim light hits his neck and chest. My eyes focus on the place where his shoulder meets his neck - the same location as my new mark. A pale line swirls over his skin like a scar. Leaning forward, I narrow my eyes as I study it. A silvery vine swirls across his skin, complete with leaves and tendrils.
“Hey, babe, I think I did something.” I can’t look away from the mark that must have come from my magic.
“What?”
“I may have accidentally claimed you too.”
Frowning, Cedar crawls out of bed and strides to the sink along the back wall, beside the door to the toilet and shower. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I watch his naked body unabashedly. The harsh light flicks on, illuminating his golden skin. He stares, completely silent as he tilts his head to examine the spot. In the light, it can’t be missed.
“Are you okay with that? I can try to remove it.”
Slowly, a grin spreads across his face. When he turns, I’m stunned by the intensity of his joy. In two steps, he’s dropping onto the bed and crashing his mouth down on mine.
