Page 51 of Cardinal House

I nip her lips as she tugs on my cock, but not like she’s trying to make me feel good, more like she’s trying to fucking direct it. I’m not thinking straight as I let her. The soles of her feet come up, pushing down my slacks and pants, kicking at the fabric, and then she’s lifting her hips high, tearing at the final few buttons of my shirt and shoving it off of my shoulders.

My hands planted either side of her head, her teeth in my tongue, my cock finds the heat of her cunt, her folds all slippery and wet, and I’m inside of her in one quick slam of my hips. The tip of my cock punches against her cervix, and I can’t stop.

The noises that fall out of her throat only spur me on. The urge to devour her nice and slow for our first time comes in last place. The primal, frantic need to fuck her so hard we crack bones is the only thing in the forefront of my mind.

Her nails cut into my back, her fingers running down the planes of tight muscle like carving knives scoring my skin. Her scent fills my nose as I tear my mouth from hers and bury my face in her tits. Her usual smell of sweet peas and clean cotton is there, but she smells like sunshine and earth and there’s the unmistakable copper taste of blood as I lick over her breasts. Sucking on both nipples, one and then the other as I piston my hips into her like I’m trying to drill my presence inside of her.

“Wolf,” she pants, cutting her nails into my shoulders, the long lengths of her scratches burning with the sting of split skin in the cold air of the room.

My shirt flaps against my lower back as I fuck her, drawing my cock all the way out of her before slamming it back inside of her, and I know I can’t last. The silken walls of her tight cunt squeeze so fucking deadly around my cock, it’s hard for me to breathe.

Luna pants as I bury my face back in her tits, biting and sucking and marking her ice-white skin with savage little nips and ferocious, scarring bites.

Tearing myself out of her, knocking her legs from around my back, I dip my face down to her cunt, breathing her in like some sort of wild fucking animal. I breathe her in so hard, she’s all I can sense. The room falls away and all I can hear is the moans and cries drifting like lyrical notes from her dry throat.

There’s blood on my tongue as I lap up the length of her cunt, which almost gives me pause, but then my mouth is suctioning over her clit, teeth burying themselves into the flesh surrounding it. My tongue lashes around and around inside the circle of my teeth, sucking on her flavour like she’s cake batter on my fingers. Forbidden and so fucking rewarding.

Her knees draw up, her thighs clamping down on either side of my head, she lifts her hips high, my hand grabbing her hip and slamming her back down into the table as she starts to come.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes, delirious and blissful.

And I already know I’ll do anything this woman fucking demands of me. I rear up onto my knees as she finishes coming, slamming my cock back inside of her to feel her muscles clamp down around me, push me out and suck me inside. My thumb rubs torturously over her swollen clit as she thrashes beneath me.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes again, a chant, a dark summoning of my soul that licks at the base of my spine and triggers my own release.

I dip down, my mouth finding hers as she detonates around my cock, soaking me with a groan that rattles its way up her vocal cords like a demonic prayer.

“Wolf,” she shudders as I fill her and fill her with ropes of hot cum, my hips clacking against hers as I push in deep one final time.

“Luna,” I say softly, panting for breath, her nails still cutting into my shoulders.

She looks up at me in the dark, her face in shadow, but her glacier-blue eyes glisten like her soul’s sighing with pleasure, and I feel it in my chest, that glittering black tether.

“I’m a monster, Luna. Your monster. Use me, muzzle me, unleash me like a hound of hell and I’ll tear out the throats of all of your demons.”

Her eyes flicker between mine, her fingers digging deeper into my skin, “Wolf.”

“Luna,” I whisper, dipping down to take her mouth once more with mine. “I’ll do anything for you,” I confess, drawing back just enough that I can see her face, even in the dark.

“I know,” she breathes, and then she smiles.

This pure curl to her mouth that hits me in the heart like an arrow of love, and it feels like I have so many things to say now, but I don’t, I don’t say any of them. Instead, I bite my tongue and kiss her again, clawing her closer with a sigh of pure happiness.

Chapter 23

Luna

There’s blood between my thighs.

Wolf carries me through the dark, placing me down on my feet once we get inside the bathroom. He pulls on the light, reaching over the tub to start the shower. But I’m just staring down at my legs, a weird mixture of disbelief and horror clawing through me. This nervous thread of panic tying me all up in knots.

“Luna, it’s okay,” Wolf tells me in that quiet, softness used just for me.

“No it’s not,” I whisper, voice cracked, my breath catching in my throat.

“It’s fine, really, Luna, it’s my fault, we didn’t know.”

I’m not looking at him, gaze fixed on my blood smeared thighs, but I imagine Wolf is shoving his hand through his hair, and I should look up, I should tell him it’s okay. It’s not his fault.

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