Page 35 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
He watched me as he rubbed himself against my sex. “I don’t think it’s going to fit, big guy.”
He attempted a few times before Gideon’s body began shifting. His face returned to human. His chest was smooth once more. But then he froze partially shifted. Claws still protruded from his hands as he gripped my thighs. His back and legs were still covered in fur, but instead of wiry like the other wolf, Gideon’s midnight coat felt like silk. Groaning, I opened wider as he continued to rub against me. Thankfully, he was more to Gideon’s normal size. I didn’t know what I was doing. Sleeping with Gideon in human form was dishonorable enough to the Order, but his wolf—even half shifted as he was—I’d be defiled, contaminated. I’d never marry in the clan. I’d probably never rule.
“Mine,” he growled clearer than day, rubbing between my wet folds. When I didn’t reply he growled again, pressing against my opening.
“Yours,” I agreed and he pushed excruciatingly slow into me, stretching beyond anything I ever felt before. My mouth fell open feeling every sensation. Even in this form, he wasn’t animalistic. He allowed me time to adjust. My hands gripped his arms feeling the silkiness of his fur between my fingers while he supported himself above me. He withdrew just as slowly. His pace was leisurely and patient. His thrusts never attempted to bury him fully as if knowing I couldn’t accept him completely.
I stared down at where our bodies were connected and watched as his long length disappeared inside of me. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was literally fucking a werewolf. There was no mistaking him for human even in his half form. The worst of it was I’d never been so turned on in my life.
For half an hour, he kept the same deliberate speed, just contently enjoying my body. His hands were gentle as he traced every inch of skin, spending extra time enjoying the feel of my breasts. I felt my pleasure build. My body began to tremble with the anticipation. I reached between us to help myself along, but he growled swatting my hand away.
“Please,” I begged not caring how wanton it made me sound. There was something different about being with him like this—part human, part wolf. I was uninhibited of my normal concerns.
His hand stroked where mine had been heading. The pad of his finger was rough against my sensitive flesh, but he managed it without brushing his claw against me. When the waves fell on me, Gideon leaned down nipping at my shoulder. It was painful but in the midst of the orgasm I was experiencing, it only added to the pleasure.
Something happened in that moment. I felt more connected to him than I had with anyone. Not his wolf but Gideon, like something truly magical had transpired.
“Gideon,” I cried out arching off the bed. I clung to him as he drove himself in and out of me in a hasty cadence. My orgasm barely ended before he drove me into another. Thrusting once more, his body pulsed filling me with the evidence of his pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled lapping at the bite on my shoulder.
“Yours,” I whispered smiling completely sated. My lashes fluttered closed. I barely registered Gideon withdrawing from me or wrapping his body around mine as I drifted off to sweet oblivion.
* * *
Fingers ranup my body toying with my nipple. I fought against the sleep that threatened to keep me even as my body awoke to the wonderful sensation. When those same fingers slipped between my thighs, I moaned.
“Wake up, Isabel. I can’t fuck you if you’re asleep.”
“Gideon?” I asked.
“Should I be jealous that you were expecting someone else?” he nipped at my ear. I could feel his erection ready against my backside. I tilted my head over my shoulder meeting his lips hungrily.
Lifting my leg, holding it in his hand, he drove into me. I gasped against his mouth, still tender from the night before. I looked into his eyes expecting to find them amber but green stared back at me.
We watched each other with a burning intensity as he drove us both on with his thrusts. He fell over the edge first. Realizing I wasn’t joining, he slipped his hand between my thighs stroking me until I cried out.
I laid there beside him breathing heavily, settling back into my skin. Gideon kissed me once more before withdrawing from me.
“Morning,” he smiled.
“Morning,” I grinned back.
“Color me surprised when I woke up next to you.”
My brow furrowed upon hearing his words. I rolled over to face him. When I did his eyes went wide.
“Shit, Isabel,” his fingers fell to my shoulder causing me to wince. “What happened?”
“You did,” I stated as he traced over the bite.
“I…?” He shook his head. He dazed out like he was running through his memories. I saw the moment he remembered. “Oh?” His faced morphed into surprise. “Oh…” He quickly masked it noticing me watching him intently. “I don’t always remember what the wolf does until later. It’s like watching something on rewind.”
“So last night…”
“Was amazing. It looks like I got carried away though. Does it hurt?”
“I’d forgotten about it until you touched it.”
