“Felix?” I slowed my pace and looked him over. He blinked and then met my gaze with a grin. No trace of the red in his eyes remained.
He sat up and rolled us until I was flat on my back. I shuddered when he pulled out just before the tip and thrust back in. His movements were slow and sure. Sinking into my tight channel with enough command to ensure I felt every inch of him. My inner walls clenched around him. Never in my life had I felt so stretched and full and gods help me, desperate for more.
He shifted his weight, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and when he moved again, I broke. Throwing my head back in a strangled cry, lightning dancing across my skin at the force of the surprise orgasm. He groaned low in his throat. Progressively increasing his speed to the point where I was screaming his name and clawing at his back. Encouraging him to work me through my orgasm until the pleasure was so blinding I had half a mind to travel to Volsog, find whoever raised this man, and introduce the hell out of myself.
When did I lose control of the situation?
“Sorry, love. I just don’t feel like sharing you right now.” If I wasn’t so drunk off my orgasm, I might have noticed sooner how loud his heart was beating. How his eyes flashed from the normal blue to a deadly looking red. “No one is going to take you from me.” he declared in a voice so feral it was almost unhinged. Felix slid a hand between us and stroked my clit while still pumping in and out of me, capturing my lips in a possessive kiss.
His gentleness was gone. Replaced with a fierce greed and impatience akin to a starving man. I shivered as he tasted my throat. Running his lips along the sensitive skin until I felt the brush of sharp fangs against the juncture between my neck and shoulder. Felix growled and sped up his movements, just before sinking his teeth into my neck. Not enough to break the skin, but just enough to send a wild thrill of pain through me. In the blink of an eye, I was spiraling again. Like a helpless bird caught in the riptide of rushing rapids. As my walls clamped down on him again, Felix’s body seized, and he roared his release. Before collapsing on top of me and sliding over to the side, he thrust a couple more times. The spasms of ecstasy made his body tremble.
After a few moments of panting and trying to form coherent thoughts, my soul finally floated back down to my body. I assumed with the lack of a tentacle monster, the next time we had sex wouldn’t leave me such a panting mess. But dammit, sometimes it’s good to be wrong.
At my side, Felix sat stone with this head resting on his knees. There was a low thumping noise emanating off the werewolf and his fingernails had extended to claws.Oh shit.“Um…did you need to go again?” My body was sore, but the last time his heart thumped like that, we wound up going all night. Maybe once wasn’t enough to calm the curse down.
I sat up and looked around for my scattered clothes. “Are you well enough to make it back to my house first? As exciting as outdoor sex is, you’re in for a wicked sunburn if we stay out here all day.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Lamb, please tell me I didn’t break the skin on your neck.”
“Oh, you mean the bite?” I rubbed my hand along the mark he left, and it came back clean. “No, there’s no blood.”
“Good. I’m sorry for losing control like that.” He said, his body slumping in relief.
Our shoulders brushed as I moved closer to him and gave his arm a comforting squeeze. “We got a little rough. It’s no big deal.”
Felix lifted his head, and I froze when blood-red eyes peered at me. “I’m not apologizing for rough sex, Lamb. I’m sorry, because I almost turned you into a werewolf.”
Chapter 10
Brie
“You…what?” my body felt numb as I grabbed the mark on my neck.
His body thrummed with the frantic beat of his heart. Felix took my hand away and turned to kiss the angry bruise forming. “It was terrible and reckless of me. But you smell so good. Every time you so much as look at me, I want to claim you.”
I fell back under his weight, his hand trapping my wrist to the ground. “Is that not what we’ve been doing?” I asked. Heat pooled in my lower belly as Felix kissed his way down my chest, flicking his tongue against my nipple.
“No, Sweetheart,” he chuckled. He pushed my legs apart and kissed me so deeply, the world spun. The thick head of his cock rocked against my opening.
Oh, fuck yes.
With a low grunt, Felix thrust to the hilt inside me. I gasped at the rough intrusion. My body shivered with a delicious ache it knew he could satisfy. “This is all I can do to ease my obsession for you. What I want is to turn you. Brand my mark into your flesh until you feel the same need I do. I want every demon to take one whiff of you and know this cunt belongs to me.”
Sweet dancing baby goats. This man was a monster made out of every book lover I’ve ever pined over. My body sang with sensation, chasing away my weariness into a distant memory. “Let’s get this love potion off you before we start changing my species, alright?”
His body stilled, and he searched my face as if he were seeing it for the first time. “Are you saying you’re not opposed to me turning you?”
I ran a hand through his blond curls, brushing the soft tresses out of his face. “I can’t say I’ve put much thought into the idea. Am I going to develop your allergy to cheese?”
His eyes widened, and he shook his head. “No. You’ll be a turned werewolf. You won’t be as strong as a full-blooded one like me, but you shouldn’t suffer any adverse effects.” Felix spoke in hushed tones. The harsh thump of his heartbeat against my chest.
“So I gain extra strength and better senses. I’m not going to turn into a howling twat during the full moon, am I?”
He grit his teeth. “The first shift maybe. After that, the urge fades.”
That didn’t seem like too bad of a deal in the scheme of things. It was clear as day that turning me meant something to him. Not that I was surprised. In every werewolf romance I’ve read, if the heroine is a human at the start, she normally ends up getting turned at the end. I wasn’t ready to give up my human card just yet. But the idea wasn’t a terrible one.
“Ask me again when our two weeks are up. I might say yes.”
