Page 88 of Wolf Caged
I all but clawed my dress up, air kissing bare skin, no trace of shame touching me as I exposed myself to him and spread my legs.
“Please, gods… touch me.”
“I will take care of you.” He pressed a knee into the mattress beside me, his weight rolling me towards him. “Do not fight it. Give yourself over to it. The pleasure will be all the sweeter.”
I drew in a sharp breath, a sigh that hitched in my throat as his palm shifted from my knee to my inner thigh.
Need swamped me, wrenching control from me, and I gave myself over to it just as he had instructed, shedding all fear and embarrassment, surrendering to my desire.
To Kaeleron.
His fingers danced along my inner thigh and I moaned as my back arched from the bed, as I tore at my dress, exposing my breasts.
He murmured something that ended with ‘little wolf’ but I was too far gone to hear him as blood rushed in my ears, as my body trembled beneath his questing fingers.
A gasp shot from my lips as he stroked between my thighs, my body jolting and my hands flying to the pillow above me. I clutched it, twisting it in my hands as he parted me, as his fingers dipped between my petals and teased me.
Sweet mercy.
I rocked my hips, shameless in my pursuit of pleasure as it built within me, his touch easily doing what mine couldn’t. He stroked harder, each brush of his fingers taking me higher ashis gaze scalded my face. Feeling emboldened, my need to mate flooding me with a desire to goad and dominate him in return, to push him into giving me his cock—his seed—I opened my eyes and met his, staring into them as he touched me. Stroked me.
His fingers dipped lower, his lips parting as his breaths came faster too, and I moaned, not holding back my pleasure as he circled my slick entrance. I dug my claws into the pillow, my eyes rolling back in my head as I raised my hips, silently encouraging—demanding—he press his fingers inside me.
He groaned as he eased them inside, the heat of them scalding me and the thickness of them satisfying some new, wicked part of me. Oh, how his cock would feel inside me, stretching me around him. I opened my eyes again and raked them over him, down to his hips.
His hard length kicked beneath the material of his trousers, as if responding to my gaze, and I groaned as I rode his fingers, imagining it was his shaft inside me instead.
A bomb detonated inside me, the suddenness of it tearing a cry from me as my hips jerked and heat swept through me, fierce and unbridled, and my thighs quivered, shaking so fiercely they couldn’t support my weight. I sank into the bed, breathing hard, some of the pain abating as release swept me up in it.
I waited for him to leave, sure he would and that I would be fine now.
Only he didn’t.
And I wasn’t.
The pain rolled back in on the final pulse of my release, stealing my breath with its ferocity, and I gasped and rocked my body on his fingers, instinct at the helm. I rode them hard, desperate to find another release, but it didn’t come as easily this time. The pleasure of my first one lingered inside me, dampening what I received as he stroked and touched me, as he teased my clit with his thumb.
I gritted my teeth and palmed my breasts, flicking my nipples, trying to push through it and find another release, a stronger one perhaps, that would satisfy me completely.
A growl slipped from my lips as he spread my legs, bracing them apart with his shoulders, and delved between them, his tongue stroking me. I flung my head back and cried out as he sucked and teased, clutching my breasts and pushing my hips up, pressing against his mouth as he turned my fantasy into reality.
I stared down the length of my body, trembling as his dark head moved between my thighs, moaning as he lifted his head enough to lock gazes with me, his tongue stroking me, his eyes darker than I had ever seen them, commanding and holding me under his spell as he pleasured me.
“Oh gods,” I muttered, lost in his eyes, in the pleasure of his touch and how wicked it felt to watch him as he took me with his mouth. “Oh gods.”
I cried out as another release rushed through me, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as Kaeleron clamped his hands down over my thighs and held me in place, not letting up. He pushed me through the release, pushed me higher, towards the next crescendo.
It hit me in a blur of light and heat.
But it still wasn’t enough.
I groaned as he eased back and kneeled between my thighs, sinking his fingers deep into me again, filling me.
Still not enough.
I writhed and moaned, struggling to keep still as I clawed at the sheets, ripping them to shreds.
I needed more.
