Page 26 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
“Gideon,” I whimpered tracing my fingertips over his warm skin. Perfection.
With a growl, he had me up against the wall in the hallway. His eyes faded to green briefly, softening when he saw something in my expression he hadn’t expected. My gaze fell to his lips silently begging him to close the distance.
“If I don’t leave now…”
I placed my hands on his arms like their sheer weight would hold him there. Understanding flickered in his eye. The air crackled around us as his grip softened.
“I won’t be gentle,” he said testing my resolve.
“I know.” I leaned forward and he followed suit. Like magnets our mouths moved closer hovering just a fraction of space away.
“Isabel,” he groaned. “Last chance. Tell me to go because if I kiss you…”
With a heavy exhale I couldn’t wait anymore. I stood on my toes and sealed my lips to his. In that moment I knew I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life and God I reveled in it. One taste of him wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Growling, he kissed me back with a bruising ferocity that had lust zipping down my spine. Gideon pressed me harder against the wall. I could feel his erection against my belly as his hands moved roughly palming my breasts. Quickly he pulled back. I barely had time to let out a groan of frustration before I gasped as he spun me to face the wall.
My pants were quickly yanked down to my ankles taking my panties with them.
“Up,” he demanded of each of my feet to remove the garments. I tried to glance at Gideon over my shoulder, but he tugged my hips backward throwing off my balance.
“You smell amazing.”
I grinned, pressing my cheek against the cool wall. Coming from a wolf, whom scent was everything, it was the highest compliment he could pay me. The smile melted away as my mouth fell open feeling the hot moisture of Gideon’s tongue glide across my sex.
“Oh God,” I cried out. I loved oral sex, but most men you had to fight tooth and nail to get them to return the favor, but Gideon went at it willingly and seemed to enjoy himself as he enticed all sorts of noises from me, which I was sure I’d feel mortified about later.
With one final lick, he stood. I shoved my hips out wanting more, more of his tongue but also for something else. It surprised me when Gideon turned me to face him. I thought he’d take me the way he had Carla. Doggy style seemed appropriate for a werewolf.
He shoved my shirt up over my breasts, and thanks to the stretchy material, it stayed there. His gaze raked over me admiring the hardened peaks. Lowering his mouth, he claimed each of my nipples, pausing long enough to give each a proper tease. The pleasure had me threading my fingers into his shaggy hair encouraging him. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Gideon, a werewolf and Alpha of not only his pack, but also all of the packs in the US, was not only seeing me practically naked but was doing wickedly delicious things to my body. When he righted himself, he gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me. I had a moment to realize what was happening when I felt the tip of him brush against my entrance. My lips parted letting out the softest moan as he lowered me down onto his straining erection. I wished we had more time. I hadn’t even been given the opportunity to pleasure him. I groaned as he stretched me, sliding each inch of himself into me until I was filled completely.
I tried to close my eyes while I adjusted to the sensation, but Gideon growled. “Look at me.” Something in his tone made me want to obey. I stared into the amber glow of his eyes feeling so incredibly turned on. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to move. He’d withdraw himself agonizingly slow only to slam home. I groaned, moaned, and gasped. Groaned when he withdrew. Moaned with each thrust, and gasped when he slammed home. It made me frantic for more. Lust coated me like a warm sheet. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this. It felt like we’d been building up to this moment since I arrived. I told myself that it was one time. No one would ever know. I’d just get him out of my system, but as pleasure built, I wondered if I was only making my desire worse. Now I knew what he felt like, how well we fit together. No human had ever compared.
“I want you to know it’s me making you feel this way. Stretching you. Claiming you. Your pleasure is mine.”
In any other circumstance his words would have angered me, but as he moved within me, I knew he was right. He was claiming me in a way I never expected and I wanted it.
“Mine,” he rumbled.
My lips parted relishing the frenzy he was causing to build. A moment passed before I registered what he’d said.
“Say it,” he demanded.
I shook my head. My pride wouldn’t allow it. I’d already given in to the carnal need for him against everything I’d been taught.
My body began to tremble. I was so close, until he slowed his pace. I groaned gripping him tighter hoping to spur him on. When I scanned his face, I saw a resolve in his green eyes.
“You want to come?” he asked thrusting slowly in me, just enough to keep me riled. I wanted to tell him no, in some colorful way, but I was so close to the brink that I felt I might implode if I didn’t get there soon. Tomorrow I could regret how shamelessly I nodded. “Then tell me who your pleasure belongs to. Say it, Isabel and I’ll let you finish. I want to feel your tight body quicken around mine as I spill into you. Don’t you want that?”
Dear God, I did. I wanted that. I knew I shouldn’t. We weren’t using a condom. I hadn’t even thought to suggest it, although I doubted he had one since he’d been naked. But I wanted to feel him finish in me, to claim me, mark me from the inside. No other man had ever done so with me before, and I craved it from him in an unanticipated way. He seemed to see the approval on my face. “Then tell me who owns your pleasure?” His movements quickened and I could tell he was close and I was going to make damn sure I finished with him.
“You do,” I whispered. Giving me a wicked smirk, Gideon gripped me tighter before increasing his speed. Perhaps I’d feel embarrassed later that I’d surrendered to him, but in that moment with his body pumping deep into to me building my pleasure, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to cross over that edge with him. Later I’d let myself swell with anxiety knowing that I folded, that Gideon was going to, not only hear what I sounded like when I came, but know how my face morphed when I did too. He knew what I tasted like. How my body quivered when I grew close. For now, I was memorizing the feel of him sliding in and out of me. The hooded look of his eyes as he approached his finish. The way his fingers dug into my flesh the closer he grew.
“Good. Now scream my name.” Shifting my weight, he freed one of his hands. Slipping it between us, he rubbed firm circles over my sensitive nub causing my pleasure to peak.
“Gideon,” I called out. My back arched causing my nipples to graze perfectly against his chiseled chest as I screamed, not even thinking that I might wake the house. Erotic ecstasy poured over me like warm, tingly waves covering every surface of my body, invading every pore. Gideon pounded faster. Our bodies smacked together as he drew out my orgasm. With a final thrust, he grunted, filling me with his release. I watched him, taking in the uninhibited bliss in his expression. He may own my pleasure, but seeing him like this, without restraint, I knew I owned his too. Impulsively, I leaned in brushing my lips gently against his. His mouth was soft as he returned the gesture. My body continued to spasm around his, milking him completely.
