Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Thane
Seeing little wolf writhing under me will be my undoing. I had only wanted to distract her from her fears. She doesn’t realize it, but I had left the run early and Ronan was watching her from the forest Sure, she was enjoying her cake, but she was jumpy and fretful. I knew she was wrestling with her hidden monsters and needed to reclaim some sense of safety. She did her best attempting not to stare at my dick when I emerged from the shadows, but I caught the gleam in her eye, I didn’t know how difficult it would be for me to control myself in this first giving process. Now she is under me, trashing and moaning while I blow on her sweet pussy. How I managed to get eye level here, I don’t know, but I can’t bring myself to leave. All I would have to do is barely stick my tongue out and I would be right there, lapping up her arousal that I can see glistening all over her pretty cunt.
My breathing is ragged as I pant against her heat, watching my fingers slide in and out softly, carefully. It’s taking everything in me not to dive in and give her another first. Her lavender smell mixed with her arousal is sweet and intoxicating. What I wouldn’t give to feel her slick running down my neck. To have my tongue inside her, drinking from the source. Ayla is curling her fingers into my hair, gripping tight as I start to curl my fingers and find that spot within that I have been looking for. She rolls her eyes back into her head and lets out a long, moan. A moan that signifies that she is thoroughly enjoying herself as much as I am.
“That’s it little wolf, come undone for me. You are doing so good. There is just us out here. You and me. This is all that matters right now. This is all you need. When your monsters go bump in the night, think about all the fun the night brings you.” I reassure her as I place a few sweet kisses in the grooves of her thighs, and up around her mound. Each one causes her to gasp while her skin covers itself in more goosebumps. It is obvious that little wolf would allow me to ravish her and feast, but then that would be two birds with one stone, and I plan on dragging out as many opportunities for firsts as I can get. At least that is what I decide in this moment. Tomorrow can bring its own questions and worries.
“You are close little wolf; I can feel your tight pussy squeezing around my fingers. Are you going to be a good girl for me? ” The question causes her muscles to contract, and I think little wolf may have a praise kink. I don’t think I have ever said good girl to anyone or at least as much as I am now. She just pulls it out of me, my little wolf. “Do you like being called good girl little wolf?” She nods her head “yes” repeatedly while breathing hard, panting and so close to falling over the edge. “Are you going to be my good little wolf, my good girl, and come hard for me? Are you going to come hard for your alpha, little wolf p>
The thought of how close she is and her fingers tugging on my hair Has my dick so hard I can’t take it. So much so that I just realized I have been rutting into the furs underneath us, like a dry humping, teenage pup this whole time. Her thighs start squeezing around my head and shoulders as I pant on her clit. I rut Harder as her tight canal squeezes my fingers. Her body locks up as she arches off of the furs and–smashes my face against her pussy. don’t take what isn’t offered, but the temptation is there. I take a deep inhale while she is riding out the throes of her orgasm and I quickly follow behind her. Each thrust of my fingers while she is squeezing my face between her legs is perfectly synced up with each squirt of my cum leaving my dick. We are both moaning and locked up with each other, riding these waves together.
After what seems like minutes of coming down from our orgasms, Ayla slowly unclenches her thighs from around my head and arms. I pull my fingers out of the warm vice they were in and place my hands on top of her knees. I am staring down at her, a myriad of emotions and thoughts running through me, as I run my eyes over her. Ayla, post orgasm and sexed up may be the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. A grin slides over my face as I track down her panties and slowly drag them up her legs followed by
her jeans.
“Did that silence the monsters in the dark little wolf? ” I ask and she places her hand over her chest and nods “ yes” to me. She traces her eyes down my chest and abdomen, and they open wide when she lands on the wet spot over my shorts. Shock reins her features. “You’re not the only one that enjoyed themselves little wolf. It looks like I had a first as well. I have never finished so hard from fingering someone in my life little wolf.” and I do my best to flash her my deep dimples to distract her from thinking about me with other shifters, because damn, that would kill the mood.
I lay down next to her on the furs and she turns to face me. Her eyes are getting heavy now that she is sated and not far from sleep. I think in this moment I would do anything to hear her voice. For her to tell me how good it felt, what she wants, what she needs. I think I was damn close to hearing something during our encounter, her moans, her high–pitched mewling all close, but not quite what I was looking for. Just thinking about her saying my name has me half hard again. I run my fingers through her hair, just watching her. Trying to make sense out of this connection that seemingly came from nowhere. She’s asleep now, probably exhausted from her first real orgasm.
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Chapter 40
I scoop her up into my arms and start walking her back to the pack house. She has her head curled into my neck, her soft breathing tickling my skin. Riding the evator up to my floor gives me too much time to worry and fret over what I did and if I should have done it. Not to mention there the whole reason she wrote down for not wanting to stay in the pack. I shake my head and decide
ass of whiskey later, but right now need to get little wolf fucked in
that I can stew and fret over a
I walk out of the elevator and start down the hall when I am greeted with the last person that I want to see right now. “Della, what are you doing standing outside of my door? She turns around and looks at me with and then over to little wolf and then back up to
“1..um..wanted to see you. I see that you are busy.” She pushes past me and starts down the hall. ‘Della wait. Just stop.” She turns back around to me and looks disinterested. “You don’t need to explain anything to me Thane. You don’t have relationships remember? You don’t give your heart out to anyone. I am perfectly content with that, but will she be? Will the traumatized, sheltered, abused wolf be okay with a sliver of you? Or will it be and her heartbreak she can’t handle p>
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