Page 52 of Understanding Fate

“You’re beautiful like this, Firefly. Naked, on display, dripping for me,” I say, sinking to my knees, my tongue tasting its way up her glistening center. I can’t hold back the moan that spills out as I get to taste her again.

It’s been too fucking long.

My arms grip around her thighs, holding my head between them as I suck on her clit lightly in a hurried rhythm. I don’t have time to ease her into this; the precum is already soaking its way through my boxers.

I adjust my grip on her, dropping my arm to allow me the freedom to tease her with my fingers. Slowly, I slide one inside her, curling it and applying pressure before I slide it back out again, and repeat the process before I add an additional finger. Her gasp has me pulling my mouth off her and leaning back to glance up to see her.

She’s a vision.

Her head is thrown back, her back arched, and her chest pulsating with each rapid breath. I drag my tongue along the inside of her thigh before returning to her now swollen clit. Flicking it gently.

“Damn, you taste amazing. I’d say they should bottle it, but I’d kill anyone who tried,” I state, dragging my teeth across the creamy skin and nibbling my way back, never stopping my assault with my fingers. In. Curl. Out. In. Curl. Out.

“God, I’m so close,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What did I say about you calling me that, Firefly?”

My lips drop back to her, sucking in her clit with less care and thrusting my fingers at a more hurried pace before she can even respond.

Three. Two. One.

The sight of her falling over the edge and the sound of her crying out is almost enough to have me lose my control. My wolf sits just beyond the wall I’m holding up, and the feel of her walls clenching my fingers and the taste of her orgasm on my tongue has me almost handing him the ability to claim her. To make her ours.

Not yet.

She asked for it!

Not yet.

My fingers slow, and I release her clit, peppering light kisses up her leg and standing to continue onto her hip.

All mine.

By the time I make it back up her throat, I freeze, pulling back in a silent question. Her eyelids part, barely opening as she searches my own.

“I need you inside me, Cain. Please.” She leans forward, moving her arms around my neck as I kiss her, loving the fact that I know she can taste herself on my tongue and that it causes her no hesitation.

“As you wish,” I say with a grin, remembering the line from that pirate movie she talked about during one of our study sessions.

Without removing my lips, my hands quickly slide my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, freeing my cock from its cotton prison.

I pull her forward, scooting her to the edge of the table, and I line myself up at her entrance. Taking my time so I can feelevery inch of her, I slowly fill her, inch by inch, and allowing her to adjust to the size difference between my two fingers.

“You take me so well, Firefly. It’s like the Fates made this cunt just for me,” I pause, seating myself fully within her and leaning to nip at her ear before continuing. “Think they’ll be mad if I destroy it right here on the kitchen table? Huh? Let’s find out,” I finish before wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her ass cheeks to go just a little deeper. Her intake is all the encouragement I need, and I’m sliding out and slamming back into her, her legs twisting themselves around my hips as she clings to me.

That’s my girl.

I’m so transfixed by the moment that I forget to hold back, and it only takes me four pumps before I can no longer hold back. My eyes open, flashing to her to see how close she is, and the vein in her neck has me dropping my thumb to her clit, circling with enough pressure to send us both into oblivion. Stars burst in front of my eyes as I fill her. The warmth of our climaxes and the pulsing of her walls around me are the only things I feel as my heart rate returns to normal and the world comes back into focus.

“Okay, I guess I’m yours,” she says, her voice playful.

“You guess? Youguess? Sounds like you need round two,” I say before picking her up, throwing her over my shoulder, and carrying her toward the bedroom with the sound of her laughter bouncing off the hall.

Chapter 21

Bri

Ashower and two more orgasms later, I’m starving, and knowing I’m a mess in the kitchen, Cain is currently scrambling eggs in nothing but an apron that reads ‘Paws off my grill.’

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