Whatever it is, an unbearable heat starts to roll through my body. I’m moaning. Keening. Whimpering and whining. I’m lightheaded.
Wilde spanks between my legs. Light spanks that drive me even more insane. He wraps his fingers in my hair and lifts my head. His face comes down to meet mine and he peers at me. “I see your wolf,” he murmurs.
I blink. His eyes glow green. “I see yours,” I whisper back.
“I need to taste you.” He turns me around, picks me up and sets my ass on the arm of the sofa. When he lifts one knee, I tumble backward, but his arm is there behind my shoulders. He gently lowers my upper back to the sofa seat, so I’m arched over the arm of the sofa, one knee bent up to expose my core. “Let me make you feel good, Rayne-bow.” He holds my gaze.
Oh.
He’s waiting for an answer. For permission.
“Yes,” I whisper.
The moment I give him the green light, he turns feral, lowering his head between my legs and licking into me.
It’s so crazy intense. I scream and try to kick him away. Not because I don’t love it. I do. I just love it way too much.
“Enjoy it, Rayne-bow.” He’s sucking my labia, putting his mouth over my entire pussy. His tongue is everywhere–delving between my nether lips, penetrating me, swirling when he nips at me.
My inner thighs quiver.
“You need to come?”
“Y-yes,” I warble.
“Fuck,” Wilde curses, like he can barely hold back. Hearing his voice rough with desire makes me even crazier.
“Now,Wilde!” I’m getting bossy.
He returns his mouth to my core at the same time he starts screwing one finger into me.
I whine. He doesn’t fit. It definitely doesn’t feel good. Not nearly as good as his tongue felt. “No.”
He slides the tip of his finger back out. “You’re so tight, Rayne-bow. Youdidsave this cherry for me, didn’t you?”
Um, what? My mind swirls with confusion. Was that the reason Wilde was so pissed when he found my birth control? Did he want to be the one to take my virginity?
This is…crazy.
Really crazy.
It also makes me feel safe on some fundamental level. Like the buffeting winds of the storm that was Wilde have suddenly settled into a pattern I understand. All his meanness. His aggression.
It was rooted in desire.
Maybe he was angry about what he desired–especially because I should be off-limits as his stepsister–but it was still me he wanted.
“I’m going to use my pinky, instead.”
Tears wet my eyes. Because I understand now. Because Wilde wants to satisfy me. He’s taking care with me. I realize he wasn’t angry when he pulled me out of that Jeep–he was scared. He thought I was hurt.
Wilde must scent my tears because he lifts his head in alarm. “Does it hurt?”
I blink and shake my head, trying to swallow around the lump in my throat. “No,” I whisper. “Keep going.”
He returns to eating me, nearly giving me seizures every time his tongue gets near my clit. Then he affixes his lips around the pulsing nubbin at the same time he slides a finger inside me. It must be his pinky because it fits a little better although it still stretches and burns a little.
“You okay?”