I beat against his back and tried to wiggle free. “Felix, I don’t know your middle name Monet, if you get my hair wet, then this marriage is over!”
The cool water of the river splashed around his ankles as he took his first steps in. “You know what I want, Lamb.”
“Oh, you horrible extortionist.” I growled. He tightened his grip when I thrashed harder. When he moved to hold me in front of him, I caved. “Alright, fine.” I yelped, clutching his shoulders.
He hooked an arm under my butt and waited. “Well?”
“I’m sorry.” I muttered.
“What else?”
“Don’t be greedy.”
Felix hummed. “Alright, enjoy your life as a water nymph.” His grip loosened.
I cried out and wrapped my arms around his chest. “Fine! I sort of maybe love you a little bit.” Heat rose in my face when the words finally came out.
“I’m sorry Sweetheart, I wasn’t listening. One more time?” He said, tightening his hold.
I scrunched my nose and looked away. “I said I might love you a little bit. Alright? Don’t get a big head about it.”
His body shuddered. Soft lips met my own in a fevered kiss. Felix gripped my ass and hauled me up against him so I could wrap my legs around his torso. I slid my arms around his shoulders, gasping for breath as he kissed my throat. His long legs made quick work of returning us to the blanket before he sat down with me straddling his lap. His insistent hands tore at my top, sending wild tremors of lust through my body. The fire in my vines held more desperation than I ever knew I was capable of feeling.
And Felix, Felix touched me in a way that was akin to reverence. When he tore off my top, I expected him to go straight to my breasts, as most men did. To the credit of men long past, I had an impressive rack. One perk of being a woman of weight is that you often had the chest to match all those late night cheese plates. Yet instead, his hands glided down the expanse of my shoulders, his tongue mapped the slope of my neck before exploring my collar bone. I shuddered, my fists grabbing handfuls of his hair as he continued his slow, deliberate survey.
He drank me in like fine wine. Pausing from my collar to taste the mead on my lips. The kiss broke as he hooked his thumbs under my breast band and pulled it over my head, tossing it away. The shimmering blue in his eyes let loose the sea of emotion hiding underneath. This man fucking loved me. If the obvious devotion and admiration in his gaze wasn’t enough, he showed it in the careful way he laid me down. In the gentle caresses he ran along my body. In the way he stopped running his hands along my hip when I flinched from my damn ticklishness, only to move on to running his tongue along my nipple until I moaned underneath him. I’d never been touched like this. Like some precious treasure worth guarding. Felix loved me and I couldn’t tell if it was terrifying or exhilarating.
This could end so badly.In no less than a week, this man had me wrapped around his finger. If the heartbreak ending came to pass, then I was going to be a wreck missing this kind of all-consuming affection.
His rough hands slid my skirts down past my ankles before pulling them free. I watched on, entranced, as he kissed the side of my ankle, running his hands down the smooth skin of my leg. As if no part of me was worth rushing through. Heat rushed to my core with every kiss he trailed down my leg.
A deep, insecure voice in my head said I didn’t deserve this. That there was no way something like becoming a fated mate to a beautiful, fun werewolf would ever happen to me of all people. Maybe it was right. Or maybe it could go fuck itself. For now at least, there was nothing stopping me from getting lost in the heady feeling of being wanted. The inescapable blaze of lust that followed his touches.
Suddenly, his gentle explorations weren’t enough. My body ached and my pussy clenched around nothing, as it voiced its displeasure at still being empty.You and me both, sis.I gasped when he ran a thumb down the slick folds of my pussy.
Felix groaned, letting his thumb tease circles around my clit. “You’re so wet for me already, Lamb.” Gods, he had a voice that bathed you in sunshine after a cold rain. The desperation in my core threatened to explode if I didn’t feel his cock sink into me.
I took Felix by the chin, guiding him back to me for a kiss. The taut muscles of his frame grew hot under my touch and I flipped him over so I could straddle him. His eyes flared. The thick head of his cock pulsed against my inner thigh. I bit my lip and dragged my pussy across its hot length. I considered slowing down to explore every dip in his ridiculously cut abs for a while, but I was greedy, and my body insisted on the main event. If I had my way, there would be plenty of time afterwards to investigate each and every minute detail.
Giving in, I reached between us to line up the head of his cock against my folds. He let out a gasp, and I paused, raising an eyebrow at him. “I need you to tell me you’re not going to transform again if I keep touching you.”
Felix ran his hands up my thighs. Teasing them further apart so he could get a better look. “Sweetheart, if it means I get to watch you sink down on my cock, I will swear on my life to never shift again.”
I laughed and let the head of his dick sink just inside me before rising again. Teasing his sensitive flesh. “I don’t need you to go that far.”
His hands locked on my hips, but he made no move to push me down further onto him. I sank a little deeper, letting out a moan when the tight muscles around my entrance flexed around him. “Yes.” He hissed. “Work yourself on my cock. Show me you can take it.”
With every inch I gave him, Felix kept his hooded eyes trained on where our bodies joined. His breath came out in ragged pants until his head fell back with a groan when I finally sank to the hilt.
My body shivered with sensation, and I rose again, before slamming myself back down. I cried out, unable to even bother trying not to. Not with the perfect way his dick curved upward. Hitting that deep glorious spot that had me seeing stars.
His grip tightened and the next time I thrust down, he ground me down against him. Highlighting the delicious friction until all thoughts of teasing him flew out the window. I braced myself on his shoulders and began bouncing on his cock in earnest.
“Atta girl.” He whispered. I choked out a sob when he dipped his hand to my pussy, letting the thrust of our hips brush my clit against his fingers. “Your such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” The aroma of wildflowers mixed with Felix’s intoxicating scent. My senses grew weak against the onslaught of pleasure. “You can ride me faster than that, can’t you? Of course you can.”
Moaning out some jumbled nonsense, I tried to work myself faster to give into his demand. My body coiled tighter. So wet I could hear the slippery sounds every time I thrust back onto him. “Oh, gods.”
“They’re not going to help you now, Lamb.” A hint of red flashed in his eyes before it faded back to blue. Felix moved a hand to grip the back of my neck while the one on my hip helped slam me down.
