Page 52 of Entangled in the Woods
“Of course it wasn’t good,” he said. “I’m the one who makes you feel good. I’m the one who will help you release the tension that’s been driving you insane.”
He walked closer to me and wrapped his hands around my back, pulling me close to him. My body hummed with anticipation. “I know how it feels, Elise. I’ve been feeling the same way.”
He pulled my body against his, and I could feel every inch of his need against my stomach. We both groaned at the contact. Fully clothed, it was still torture. His body leaned over, and his mouth found my ear, planting kisses, following the curve. Every touch of his lips made me feel over sensitized and sent slight shocks down my neck into my chest. I turned my head to meet his eyes. Our noses touched, both breathing deeply.
“Why did you make me wait?” I asked.
“I had to be sure. And I had to make sure everything was perfect for you.” Everett looked into my eyes.
“Oh, I know—you don’t like to share.” I thought back to his previous comments in the tent last weekend.
“You’re right, Elise; I won’t share. Every shifter in the bar tonight could smell you.” He took my hand and guided it between my legs. “Feel that?”
I nodded, my breathing turning shallow. My body pulsed at the lightest touch.
“That is mine. No one else’s,” he said. “I don’t want any other male to even smell you.”
My knees buckled at his words. He let go of my hand and grabbed me around the waist, supporting my weight. He was commanding and, in every sense, an alpha. Our eyes locked as I looked up at him.
“I’ll forgive you this since you didn’t know the proper procedures,” he said. “We’ll call it Lycan 101. You like learning, right?”
Academic talk in the bedroom? My mind was as mushy as my body, and I had lost all sense of self.
“We’ll have to work on proper bathing techniques—since you must not know how to wash properly…maybe in the shower.”
Hot steaming water, his slippery body touching mine. His breath was my breath, and his heartbeat was my own. I had gone limp with need. The pulsing between my legs had gotten so strong that one touch might push me over the edge. I was hot—too hot.
Lifting my shirt over my head, the fabric momentarily blinded me over my face. Everett made a move. Grabbing my waist and pulling my body toward his, I felt his mouth on my stomach below the sports bra I was wearing. The feeling of his lips touching my skin sent quivers all over my body.
Now I was cold. I needed to feel the warmth of his skin on my mine. I finished removing my shirt and threw it onto the ground. Everett helped me out of my bra and started peeling down my leggings. He practically purred with delight when he discovered my lack of underwear. I was suddenly thankful for my dislike of wearing underwear under leggings. One less piece of fabric between me and him.
I stood there naked in front of Everett. Usually shy, I didn’t feel that way in front of him. He looked at me as if I was both the most beautiful and delicious thing he had ever seen. His tongue came out of his mouth, licking his lips hungrily.
“This hardly seems fair.” I motioned to his clothed body.
“I’m nothing but fair in the bedroom.” Everett made quick work of taking his clothes off.
I wet my own lips hungrily as I grazed over his body. In only his briefs, he stood before me. The soft light of the lamp in the room set a glow around him that made him look almost angelic. The low growl that left his lips reminded me that there wasn’t an angelic thought in his mind.
Grabbing the waistband of his underwear with his thumbs, he dragged them down, revealing his already fully erect shaft. The sight of it made me blush. He was a large man, and his manhood was in proportion with his body.
I moved around to turn off the lamp. Everett’s hand touched the top of mine as I fumbled with the switch. “I want the light on.”
I turned to face the naked man behind me. “Why?” Every other dalliance I’d been a part of had been in the dark. It hadn’t even entered my mind to keep the light on.
“I want to see you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close and cradling me to his body. We still fit together perfectly. “I want to see you writhe for me when I do this.”
His hand snaked between our bodies, and his fingers slid between my folds. We both groaned at the sensation.
“And I want to see your face when I stretch you with my cock,” he said.
I looked down between us at the impressive member. There wasn’t a drop of moisture in my mouth, so I gulped some air.
“And I want to see your body tense when I come inside of you.”
Everett pushed me onto the bed. He climbed beside me, lying on his side so I was curled next to him. His hands parted my knees, splaying them open and rendering me completely bare.
I turned to watch his face, tense with anticipation. Everett looked at me, asking for permission to touch me, and I guided his hand between my legs. There wasn’t a question that this was what I wanted. He groaned as his fingers dipped between my slit and began sliding around, exploring my most sensitive area.
