Page 21 of These Wicked Desires

The next time I wake it’s easier to climb from the trenches of sleep. My limbs don’t feel like jello, and my head is clear. At least, it’s as clear as it can be with someone trailing their fingers through the feathers of my wings. My back arches and a soft moan climbs up my throat as shivers spread through my body, igniting my blood like fire.

“You like that?” Sterling’s deep voice whispers in my ear, adding to the heat.

I nod my head, unable to form the words in my suddenly dry mouth. Sterling moves his finger close to the base of my wings where they’re even more sensitive. I gasp and squeeze my legs together to try and ease the ache that is rapidly growing.

A dark chuckle rumbles behind me. “Do you want me to stop?” Sterling adds a second finger to the other wing, gently brushing it down the feathers on that side.

“No!” I gasp. I’m pretty sure I could orgasm with just his touch on my wings. But that wouldn’t be very fun. I sit up, tucking my wings in at the last minute to avoid whacking Sterling in the face, and tackle him to the bed. He grunts in surprise and grabs my hips as I straddle his waist. “You started this Sterling, now you have to finish it.” I roll my hips making his eyes roll back in his head and a soft rumble echoes in his chest.

“Oh, I’ll be finishing this, alright,” he growls.

Sterling grabs the back of my tank and tears it in two, easing it past my wings and throwing the tattered remains to the floor. As I roll my hips, Sterling’s blue eyes darken, taking in the flush that covers my tan skin. When he leans up to scrape his teeth along my nipple, the motion of my hips change. The smooth, teasing motions become sharp and jerky. My breath catches in my throat and I tangle my hands in his hair, holding him to my breast.

The fabric of his sweats is already darkening from my wetness, and I want them gone. I want to feel only him sliding against me. “Your pants,” I gasp. “Take them off.”

He releases my nipple and places his hands on my hips to force me to still my movements. A dark look crosses his face, and he nips at my lower lip. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, kitten.” Without any warning he stands up, taking me with him and setting me on the floor. “On your hands and knees,” he says nodding to the bed as his hands drop to the waist of his sweats.

I take one quick peek at his cock pushing against the fabric, straining to be let free, and I quickly comply. My wings spread out behind me, and the white feathers flutter in my vision when I look behind me at Sterling. He’s already removed his pants and he slowly works his hand up and down his shaft, his eyes traveling over me kneeling on the bed, ass in the air, completely on display for him.

“Fuck,” he groans, biting his lower lip. “You drive my wolf fucking wild.” The bed dips as he places one knee on the mattress. “Eyes forward, kitten.”

My gaze drops to the sheets balled in my fists and I wait with uneven breaths for his touch. He doesn’t leave me waiting long. A soft caress down my wings makes my back arch, lifting my ass higher. I’m so wet I can feel the slickness along my inner thighs, and I desperately want him to touch me.

Sterling trails his fingers from my wings, over my ass, to my core. I gasp and press backward, searching for more pressure. I’m so achy I’m desperate.

“Please, Sterling. Quit teasing me.” It’s almost a whine, and I really don’t care. It’s been awhile since it’s just been me and Sterling, and I want my wolf to give me everything he’s got.

Sterling grabs my hips with one hand and trails the head of his cock through my folds. I push back and forward, trying to give myself what I want, but he tightens his grip and stops me.

“Patience, kitten,” he growls.

I growl right back. “Damn it, Sterling.”

He chuckles, but he positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes inside. My walls adjust for him, and I moan as he slides all the way in. He sits there for a second, not moving, driving me crazy, then he finally pulls out to push back in. The pace he sets is slow and lazy and not near enough for me.

“If you don’t fuck me properly?—”

A fist tangled in my hair yanks me up so my wings are flush against his chest. “I already told you. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” His breath brushes against my ear and I shiver. He tugs my head to the side, the pull on my scalp creating delicious pain that makes me shiver. The flat of his tongue runs over his mark and I cry out.

The sound must snap something in him. The next thing I know, his hips are driving into me, each thrust tugging my hair a little more. His chest brushes against my wings and the added sensation is making my mind fuzzy with sex. When Sterling slips his free hand between my legs, I almost combust. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire with his touch.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls, rubbing circles around my clit but not touching it.

Sounds fall from my mouth, nothing coherent because my brain can’t formulate anything that makes sense. Each time he slams home, stars burst in my vision. I’m so fucking close to losing it. The pressure is building to the point it’s almost unbearable. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, his teeth close on his mark and he presses down hard on my clit.

I shatter around him, screaming his name as I come. My body shudders, pleasure rolling through me in waves. Sterling wraps his arms around my waist, pressing tight against my wings as he finds his own release. The pressure against my wings sends more tingles through my body, and a second orgasm rocks me unexpectedly.

When I finally settle, I’m laying on my stomach, chest heaving as I suck air into my starved lungs. My wings are sprawled to either side of me, and Sterling climbs under one, the touch making me jerk from overstimulation, and settles next to me.

I peel my eyes open to find him smiling at me, his blue eyes shining incredibly bright. “Whoa,” I whisper.

He chuckles. “Whoa is right.” His thumb brushes back and forth on my cheek and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Do you think they heard us?” I mumble, eyes closing again.

“Oh, I’m sure they did. You weren’t exactly quiet.”

I mumble something, I’m not really sure what, and turn to my side, letting my wings fall behind me. Sterling wraps his arm around my waist and I settle against his chest.

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