Page 60 of Wild Wolf

“Me?” I frowned.

“Yes, you, Sin. How often do you think about what you like sex to be?”

That one stumped me right there. I was a tree one second, then I’d been ruthlessly cut down.

She lowered her hand from my throat and I leaned in to kiss her jaw; nibbles, then bites, then licks until she laughed throatily, pulling me closer. “Give me a second to think that one out. My brain moves in twenty-seven directions at once, sometimes I need a minute to find my own answer.”

“Maybe you don’t need to think about it. Maybe that’s the problem,” she suggested breathily as I made it to her neck and bit down there, marking a trail of ownership along her bronze skin.

“Things get dangerous when I stop thinking. There’s not much of a rational rail service in my brain, but if I buy a ticket I have a chance of making it to a less psychotic stop.”

“You make a weird kind of sense,” she sighed, tipping her head back as I made it to her breasts, sucking, licking, pulling her silken night top down and freeing her tits for my hands to grab. They filled them just right and my tongue circled one nipple then the next.

“What do you like? Just follow your instincts,” she urged.

“Those get me into trouble, wild girl,” I laughed into her breasts then squeezed and nuzzled them. Fuck I loved her tits. They were a perfect nest for the flightless bird of my hungry tongue.

“The best kind.” I could hear the smirk in her voice and my lips tilted to mimic it. “Do what you want, Sin. Be who you really are with me. That’s all I desire.”

I groaned into her soft skin, pulling away and stepping back to look down at her. “I don’t know where that’ll lead, but if you let me set my demons free I just know they’ll play nice with you, even if a little rough too.”

“You don’t seem like a man who keeps his demons locked up,” she teased.

I leaned down to speak into her ear. “The darkest ones lay deep. That’s the risk, pretty one. If you want to dance with the devils in me, be ready to face the worst my soul has to offer. It’s where the predator inside me waits, where the reaper within sits with patience, where the hungriest pieces of me await their next meal.”

She shivered, leaning into me instead of away. She knew what I was. She had seen so much of me, but perhaps not all of it yet. And I didn’t want any part of me hidden from the eyes of my Moon Wolf.

“Give it to me. All of it. The good, the bad-”

“The downright atrocious,” I finished for her, leaning back and offering her a twisted grin.

I let her take in my bare chest and watched her expression shift as my body changed, my Incubus powers sliding over my skin to reveal what lay mirrored inside me. I could taste her desire in the air and it unveiled this new form in me, showing what my soul looked like in Fae form. It was this she wanted most, to see me as I was, but deeper still. I was the most naked and the most powerful creature in that moment. A potent kind of energy flooded my veins, the magic I drank into my flesh more than I had ever tasted at once.

My skin was drenched in blood, soaking me through, and jagged black spikes had grown along my arms and curled up over my shoulders. I had horns like daggers and skin as tough as iron. But I was still me. Still Sin Wilder. Or even fucking Whitney Northfield beneath it all. There, she had it. The Whitney in me. The root and the shoot. The way I felt inside manifested upon my flesh.

“Shiver my fucking timbers, baby,” I growled, staring at this perfect incarnation of my deepest wants before me. She was it. The stars hadn’t made her for me, oh no. Nothing this pure would have been gifted to me. She was mine because we were drawn to the jagged pieces that our pasts had placed in us, corrupted parts that the stars had no hand in crafting. That was where we connected, within the wreckage of our truths.

“I’m a monster,” I said darkly, wondering if she would shrink from me now, but she only slid down from the dresser and pulled her top over her head, tossing it aside. Her silk shorts went next, revealing her naked flesh to me and making me groan with want.

“You’re my monster. And the way you look now is how I feel on the inside too. It’s dark and twisted and drenched in the blood of the past, but it’s so beautifully real, Sin. You are so beautifully real. Have me now, how your soul wants me. Let it be brutal and let it be everything.”

I lunged for her, my cock so hard with need that I didn’t even bother to take the time to drop my boxers, I tore them clean off of me and threw them away. With a surge of desire, I grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed, her back hitting the clean sheets as I leaned over her and spread her thighs wide. I feasted on her skin, licking my way along her tight pussy until I found her clit, letting her feel the way my tongue had split like a snake’s as I slid it over her. She cried out, gasping when I did it again and pushed her legs even wider as I drove three fingers into her at once.

She moaned, clawing at the sheets while I fucked her with my mouth like only a heathen knew how. She was coming on my lips within a few seconds and I pushed another finger into her, stretching her and making her hips buck to meet the rhythm of my hand. I was rough and firm, pushing her to her limits as those sultry eyes met mine, my tongue riding her clit again and again, demanding her body bow to mine once more. The blood coating my skin didn’t mark her pretty flesh, the apparition of it not real enough to do so, and I liked it better that way. Her this perfect, untouchable goddess while me the manifestation of all the ruin she had ever felt, bestowing pleasure upon her without mercy.

Her pussy clamped tight around my fingers and my laugh came out in a throaty chuckle as her thighs locked around my head. When she finally released me from the cage of her legs, I kneeled up between them and forced her to roll over, slapping her ass and leaving a clean handprint marked on her skin. I gripped her hair and angled her head to the mirror to the side of the bed.

“Watch as I destroy you, honey pie,” I commanded and she sucked her lower lip as I fisted my cock and ran my thumb over the piercings adorning it.

“Ass up,” I commanded and she angled her hips higher as I released her hair and splayed my hand down over her shoulder blades, pushing to keep her pinned there. The feel of this Alpha submitting to my desires made my head spin. She was my whirlwind on a calm day, my chaos in the boredom. We would always seek each other here in the crux of our madness.

I fisted my cock tighter and slicked the tip through the wetness of her pussy before driving myself fully inside her with a hard thrust of my hips. She cried out and I roared as she took every inch of me and I started pounding into that sensitive place inside her, not holding back, giving and giving to the brink of insanity. But I’d been beyond that brink, I lived out there in the sea of wildness and I wanted her to know how good it could be to swim in its waters.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror as I fucked her with the full power of the fury that lived in my bones. She moaned my name, Sin, Sin, Sin, and that one word was the embodiment of all we were in that moment. It was nirvana, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

“Keep looking at me, don’t break eye contact,” I gritted out and she nodded, her brown eyes locked on mine in the reflection.

Incubuses could be lost if they changed forms too many times, if they forgot to come back to their own form enough. Sometimes I had felt close to losing myself, but Rosalie Oscura had not only grounded me in exactly who I was, she was now unveiling pieces of me I’d never seen in myself. I’d heard rumours of this. That an Incubus could reach a state of lust that gave them utter control over the sensations of their partner’s body, and I felt our souls connect with an abruptness that rattled me to my core.

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