Page 33 of Depraved
“Fuck, Elena,” I moan plaintively, because those words alone have me back on the brink.
Elena gives me a knowing grin and keeps dirty talking. “I’m going to use my wet little tongue on you now. I’m going to suck your thick cock until I choke.”
Precum coats the tip of my dick.
When Elena’s head sinks back down and her lips sheathe me, my hands come to either side of her face. I don’t force her down, I guide her gently, but she pushes even farther than I ever would have, until she’s gagging, her throat constricting around my cock.
I start trembling, biting my lip as hard as I can because I want to resist the urge to come—but it’s so fucking good. The back of her throat is so damn tight, and the fact that she’s willingly doing this for me—I barely manage to hedge off an orgasm that would flood her mouth. But I really, really want to come on her breasts like she wants. After a couple seconds, I shift my hips to pull back out and let her catch her breath, because she doesn’t do it herself, crazy woman.
“You don’t need to choke.”
“I need to prove I love you.”
“Not by choking to death on my dick. You trying to ruin blow jobs for me forever?”
“If I die,” she growls possessively, eyes flashing gold, “you’renevergetting a blow job again. You’re not allowed to love anyone else.”
“Well, then, don’t kill yourself on my cock.” I keep my tone light, but I absolutely love how possessive she is, how her wolf comes to the surface. She means it—which means the world to me.
Elena rolls her eyes at my words and deep throats me again instead of responding, making my vision become speckled with little gold flecks. I lose all sense of direction, sensation taking over. There’s just her and her wildflower and white chocolate scent and the warm wet heat.
Eventually, she pulls up and restarts a rhythm sliding up and back down. I doubt she notices it, but her head bobbing exactly matches the beat of “Wow” by Zara Larsson, which is blasting through the speakers. I let the music and her tongue make my body pulse.
Elena settles one hand on my balls, and the other comes up to grab the base of my dick, twisting back and forth, adding another level of sensation into the mix.
I never want her to stop touching me.
I’m so close to the edge that it feels like my brain is melting. I can’t think of anything other than her. My mate.
She’s giving this to me. And he’s letting her. Not just letting. He ordered it. The alpha of the pack ordered my mate to pleasure me.
My wolf likes that. He likes it a lot.
I like the fact that Elena is so concerned about reassuring me. I hate that she thought my misfit misgivings were her fault. But her method of apology is fucking amazing. All apologies should end in orgasms.
My hands come up to the sides of her hollowed-out cheeks so that I can meet her pale gray eyes. The hot, wet channel of her mouth engulfs me, and my nerves spark when her tongue darts around near my tip. Everything tightens inside me, and sensation starts to roll like a snowball down a mountain …
“I’m coming!” I warn her just before I detonate, and she pulls back, stroking me steadily and aiming my dick at her perfect little tits.
Fucking magnificent.
A goddamn miracle.
I stare at her breasts as I come, the satisfaction of striping her skin doubling the intensity of my pleasure. And when she reaches up and smears it across herself, my dick gives an extra twitch that sings through my veins, drawing out the orgasm into one of the best I’ve ever had.
Afterward, I tentatively reach forward. She grabs my hand in her cum-covered one, bringing my palm to her chest. I lick my lips as I trace her nipple just like I’d imagined. It’s even hotter than it was when I thought about it. The perfect ending.
When the glow recedes, I lean forward and give her a peck. “That was amazing.” I move from her lips and place a soft kiss on her cheek before nuzzling her ear. “Thank you, mate,” I whisper before nibbling her earlobe, starting to tug more at her nipple, and bring my hand down to her hip, but Elena pulls back, eyes gleaming in the lamplight.
Her cheeks are flushed as she grabs my hands and removes them from her body, placing them back on the mattress. “Nope. Tonight is about you.”
“But …” My brow furrows. “But Ilikemaking you come.”
Her look softens. “I know. But you can do that when I get back. Tonight, I want to give you enough ammunition to get you through the next day or two while I’m gone on whatever top-secret bullshit thing Black is dragging me to. You aren’t allowed to think you’ve lost your place with me again.”
“Top secret?” I ask. “I can’t come?” The reassurance I felt a second ago, the certainty about my connection to her and Black’s acceptance of it, wobbles.
“You’re still healing,” she contends.
