Page 16 of Meant for Them
The last few weeks I've been shutting down every need my wolf has when it comes to this man, because he terrifies me. I've never needed somebody like this before, so I've convinced myself I don’t. Now that I'm letting that floodgate open, it's going to come pouring out.
A deep inhale rushes into my lungs, making me gasp aloud as I pull his face into mine. He's been sucking on those lemon mints he loves so much, and I can taste it on him. Slightly sweet, a little sour, and Alex is always applying lip balm, so his lips are far too soft.
One taste isn't enough. It won't ever be enough, and he seems just as hungry as I am.
I can feel the strength that he's trying to temper as he pins me to that table, the way he holds his body in check on top of me, holding himself aloft while he fucking takes what he wants from me.
My wolf is whining, desperate to take our mate. And then neither of us can get our clothes off fast enough.
It doesn't matter that we're outside in his yard because he has no neighbors back here. It's private, and it's exactly what we need. The partial forest he's got back here, all the green space, it's helping to keep me grounded. Maybe I'm not a ‘taken in bed’ kind of girl. I think I'm a ‘taken in wilderness’ one.
“We're coming back out here when the stars are out. I want to see you naked under that moon.”
He peels my shirt off and I peel his, and since I didn't bother with a bra today since I've just been studying, it's skin on skin. And it's glorious. Even more so when his hot mouth trails rightdown to my breasts, pulling one of my nipples in, rolling it around on his tongue and sucking just shy of being painful.
And while he's doing that, my nails are clawing up his sides, using his hips to grind into me, trying to crawl underneath his skin. That seems like the only way I'll be close enough to him.
“Why the fuck do I have pants on? Give me a sec.” He jumps up on the picnic table so he's standing above me, peels his pants off, and tosses them over by the door. Then he slips mine off, grabbing my panties with them before climbing back on top of me and splitting my legs wide open. Nothing has ever felt more natural. More right.
He takes a second to fan out my hair, and then he leans back to sit on his heels to take in my full body. “Morgan, I don't…you’re fuckingbeautiful. And I get the feeling you don't quite believe me.”
“I know I'm lots of things. I'm just processing right now. I didn't think I'd ever be in a position like this.”
“I mean, I admit, taking you on a picnic table in the backyard for the first time isn't quite ideal...”
I let out a huff of amusement. “Not really what I meant. It's just hard to believe this is real,” I say as I run my fingers up and down his body. “Like being with somebody that's not the worst and actually wants me, is going to just disappear when I wake up. I'll be back in that apartment I've been struggling to survive out of, and I'll have to walk down to the gas station for my shift.”
“Wow. Somebody that's not the worst? I think I need to work a little bit harder here. I can do better than that.”
He pulls away from me, but only so that he can stand on the ground and get his mouth where he really wants it. I've alwayswondered how different this might feel from my fingers, and the answer isvery.
Hot and slippery, lazily drawing circles and teasing me. “Wow. This is way better than anything I've ever done to myself.”
He pulls his head up to look at me. “Okay, okay, let's not go overboard on the praise there.”
Damn it. He's making me laugh again. When he slides a finger inside of me, it does interesting things to the vibrations running through my body. I let out a moan and relax into it.
“There we go. Those are the sounds I'm looking for. I'll show younot the worst.”
And he does. I'm not going to think about where he learned these skills from, but I sure as hell am going to reap the benefits. Of which there are many.
Sooner than I'm ready for, I feel myself getting closer and closer to climax, and I try and hold it in like it's something I need to suppress; but the closer I get to it, the harder he chases it for me, until he's got two or three fingers inside of me, practically slamming into my body and curling just the tiniest bit against me while his tongue continues to do whatever the hell his tongue is doing.
The scream that escapes me is definitely feral, more akin to the wolf that lives inside of me than the human. I'm gasping and writhing on that table, uncaring about the imprints it's surely making under my back, because all I need is in this moment. It’s the first time I feel like I'm actually alive, and I understand why this world revolves around sex.
“How did I do? Did I surpass ‘not the worst’? Or do I need to keep going?”
He's got a smirk on his face while my whole world has just been flipped upside down, but luckily, my heels can reach him. I snag his hips and pull him towards me, making him crawl on the table, because as incredible as that was, there's a need in me that's still not satisfied.
With the fingers that aren't covered in my bodily fluids, he smooths my hair away from my face tenderly. “Have you ever done this before?”
I shake my head no, already feeling tender from just his fingers. But I also know this is something I need to do, because until I get to feel what it's like to have my mate moving deep inside my body, my wolf is just going to continue to wind me up.
“Then let's save my knot for another day.”
I suck in a breath. “Don't you dare. I need the full experience here.”
His skin is darker from time exposed in the sun, a few gray hairs at his temple showing off some of his life experience. And I feel like the luckiest person. Not because he chose me, but because I found somebody I get to feel like this with, to be vulnerable with, that is making my first time something that's, well,not the worst, to put it mildly.
