Chapter 75
Thane
As I lay here cradling Ayla in my arms, I can’t imagine anything in the entire world being better than this. I have the desire to consume her. To be everywhere on her and in her. It defies all logic, how fast this connection has formed and how quickly it is growing. I am sure she can feel my erection firm against her stomach I would make any deal imaginable to have her the way I want her, but it also will take us to a place we can’t come back from. Sure can excuse this cuddle as emotional comfort for someone who needs it. That someone being me, but I won’t be able to excuse leeping with her knowing she potentially has a mate. A mate undeserving of her. The world is underserving in my opinion. I thread my fingers up into the back of her hair, fighting the urge to tug slightly and push my hips forwards. All I would have to do is pull her head up and plant my lips. She would melt under me in the way I want her to.
She shifts her hips forward, ever so slightly pressing against my erection and squeezes me tighter. Signaling me she is still awake. I can lay here and contemplate everything that is a bad idea, or I can act and worry about it later. Maybe we can give each other some comfort without pushing it too far. Maybe we will wake up and Kian will have been run over by a car, and I can take Ayla as my chosen mate and never allow another unmated female in my vicinity again, thus limiting the chances of finding my fated mate. I decide to test the waters and push my erection into her stomach and hold it firm. A signal, I too am still awake little wolf.
She tifts her hips slightly trying to get flush against my dick, but there is too much of a height distance. I slowly remove my leg over her hip and wedge it between hers. My thigh coming up firmly against her cunt, applying pressure. The hand that I have wrapped in her hair slides down her back and I place it above her ass crack, my thumb skimming down inside her shorts to get as close to her skin as possible. I hold her like this for a while. Giving us both an opportunity to roll over, end this, leave. Something, but neither of us take it. I think about all the things I want to say. I want to explain that we can’t have each other as desperately as I want to because of Kian, but bringing up his name would definitely end this, and I can’t.
I use my hand on her lower back to push her hips forwards, grinding her clit over my thigh as I push my hips forward to grind into her pelvis and stomach. She makes an audible gasp that is like music to my dick, urging me on to repeat the move. Again, and again. I take my other hand that was under my pillow and entangle it into her hair, pulling gently as we start to slowly grind into each other. Each of us moving slowly. Like we don’t want it to end but want to see what we can get away with.
I start rolling my hips with each thrust of her clit against my thigh. Her only covering, thin sleep shorts and mine, black boxers. I know my dick has made its way out of my boxers and is rubbing against her flesh, precum dripping now under her tank that has ridden up. She is so warm and soft. Much like her beautiful pussy I can’t stop thinking about. Images of me eating her out running through my mind. What I wouldn’t give for another taste of little wolf.
Our thrusting has become harder, more uninhibited. She is softly moaning, breathing harder as she meets me thrust for thrust. She is rocking her cunt against my hip now. Somehow shifting clear up my leg while we dry hump, or I have shifted down. I am not sure, nor do I care. This is pure ecstasy. Every moan of hers causes a low grunt or groan in me. I occasionally feel a low rumble through my chest, Ronan pushing me to rut, trying to ignore my plan to be gentle. Her body is starting to stiffen. I am sure if I shoved fingers into her tight cunt, they would be squeezed relentlessly. I grab her face and force her to look up at me. I want to see her unravel. I want to see how beautiful she is when she comes.
Cedella
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