Page 73 of Wolf's Bane
He chuckled, because he saw the highlighted passages when he flipped through. His fingers brushed the gusset of her undergarment, then pushed the fabric to one side. “You will no longer wear these. I want nothing between us,” he said.
Before she could protest, he gave the undergarment a tug, tearing the thin fabric.
“Oh,” she breathed. He pulled her forward by the hips and she fell to her back. “Oh!”
He leaned to the juncture of her thighs and breathed. She felt a moment’s self-consciousness about her hair and smell, but none of that seemed to bother Alek. He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thigh, working his way from her knee back to her sex.
She tensed.
“Relax,” he murmured, switching to her other thigh. His kisses lulled and soothed her. She forgot about her awkwardness and inexperience and focused on the sensation of him touching her. His breath heating her skin. His lips caressing her flesh. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
“I imagined this,” she said, eyes closed and voice breathy.
“You touched yourself thinking of me?” Hot breath gusted on her most sensitive area.
“Yes. So many nights.” During her brief stay at university, frustrated and tired of waiting, she tried to form an attachment with another. Every man there paled to Alek. No one piqued her interest that way, and she developed a rather robust fantasy life to satisfy her needs.
“I’ve imagined this as well,” he said, before leaning in.
His tongue, hot and wet, lapped at her inner folds. She jolted at the unfamiliar sensation. Not odd or unpleasant, but new and unexpected. Breathing out, she closed her eyes and let herself drift. Distantly, she was aware of the sound of his trousers being opened.
Alek growled against her sex, licking and sucking like a starved man. Her thighs trembled. Her fingers twisted in his perpetually messy hair. Before she could ask for mercy, her hips lifted as her climax broke. She was overheated and shivering at once, her flesh too sensitive.
“Gorgeous,” Alek breathed, licking his lips. He rose to his feet, stroking his member. Thick and veiny, his cock stood proud in a thatch of dark hair.
Solenne slid to her knees, kneeling before him with her hands on his hips. She was fuzzy and tingling all over, flush with warmth, and she wanted Alek to feel the same.
His hand stroked from the base of his cock up to the head; his thumb smeared the leaking fluid across it. Her mouth watered, wanting to taste.
“Did you fantasize about sucking my cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed. “So many times.”
“Have a taste.”
She opened her mouth obediently and her lips closed around his pre-cum coated thumb. The fluid was salty but not unpleasant, much like Alek himself. “More,” she said.
He obliged, feeding her his length slowly. She licked the skin, relishing his salty taste, before swallowing the head. Her tongue swirled around, unsure what to do. She watched him for direction, but his eyes closed with a look of pure bliss.
With one hand, she held the base of his cock. Wet from her saliva, she worked the hand up and down, imitating how Alek stroked himself.
Using her other hand, she cupped his testicles. They were…odd. Warm, soft, and lumpy at the same time. The skin immediately contracted, growing dense and harder. She gave a light squeeze, and Alek groaned.
He tapped her head. “Solenne, I won’t last.”
Encouraged, she increased her pace. His member pulsed, and his fingers twisted into her hair. His body tensed, and her mouth flooded with his salty release. She pulled back, unsure what to do. The substance was more substantial than water, not so thick, hardly had a taste at all.
She swallowed.
Alek's eyes gleamed violet before he blinked, and they returned to his velvety brown. “My love,” he breathed with utter reverence.
They stayed like that for some minutes, him stroking her hair and her nuzzling into the skin at his hip. The golden thread between them sang, filled with joy and contentment. She didn’t want the moment to end. The sounds of the house drifted up through the floor. A soft breeze through the open window carried in the sounds of someone’s arrival in the courtyard.
If she listened close enough, she could hear his heart.
“You need to rest,” he said, breaking the silence.
“I’m resting.”
