Page 45 of Forsaken Fate

I woke to darkness and for a moment had no idea where I was. Then I felt warm, solid arms around me. I wriggled to loosen his embrace, just enough so I could sit up in bed. My eyes adjusted to the light, mostly coming from a bright moon through the large windows. Theo snorted and shifted, coming to rest on his back. His chest rose and fell with his steady breaths. I reached out and ran my hands down the soft curls of brown hair there, tracing down over his abdomen and across the curve of his hip. There was nothing soft about Theo’s body. Everything was sculpted and strong from the bulge of his biceps, the corded muscles of his thighs and as I pulled the covers back, his rock-hard erection. He was nude, having stripped sometime in the night.

He stirred; the edges of his full mouth twitched, and a line crossed his forehead. He let out a soft groan and a shudder went through him. He was dreaming. A sex dream judging by the state of his cock. Was he dreaming about me? I sat up on my knees and pulled the covers all the way down to his knees and watched him.

Theo shifted, pulling his right leg up until it angled against the other in a “four” shape. He made a subtle movement with his hips, clenched his buttocks. His abs flexed and a ripple went through him. He thrust his hips. His balls quivered under him. They seemed full and heavy.

I wanted him.

As I watched him clench and quiver, his erection growing even longer, I grew wet. I ran my hand down my own abdomen, sliding it under the thin elastic of my cotton panties. I felt my slick juices and dipped a finger inside me.

Theo groaned again. Something was happening in his dream. His body went through changes. His claws came out then retracted. Black fur sprung up over his shoulders then disappeared just as fast. His lips parted and his fangs came out.

Oh, I thought. What I wouldn’t give to have him bite me. Just once. But then everything I’d been fighting so hard for would be out of my reach forever.

Then Theo settled. Whatever dream or nightmare called forth his wolf subsided. He was just Theo again. Perfect. Human.

I reached back and unhooked my bra, tossing it. My aim was bad, and it landed over the lampshade near the window. I couldn’t wait another second. As Theo shuddered and groaned through whatever erotic scene played out in his mind, I decided to give him one in real time.

I shifted and settled myself between his legs. Bracing myself with my hands on either side of his thighs, I lowered myself down, stretching my mouth wide to take in the length of his cock. God, he was so hard, like steel wrapped in velvet; the veins along his shaft pulsed against my tongue as I began to suck.

Theo’s groan grew louder, he was still dreaming. I swirled my tongue and ran it down to the base of his dick, lapping at what I could reach of his balls. His body shook and twitched and I grabbed hold of his hips to keep from being thrown off him.

Theo woke. Ferocious. Strong.

His hands went to the side of my head, driving me down the length of him until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I struggled not to choke. Then he did it again, making me fuck him with my mouth; I sucked and swallowed, working to keep the pace he set. It aroused something deep and wicked inside me and I felt a rush of hot fluid between my legs. The room was silent except for the wet, smacking sound I made as I lapped and sucked for all I was worth. That too turned me on so much it shocked me.

“Fuck,” Theo said as he pulled me up and off him. He kept his hands on my head, guiding me up so he could look at me. His eyes were wolfish, feral, flashing something dark as he held me.

“Please,” I said. “I need you.”

Theo brought me up until I lay on top of him, his erection beating a pulse against my thigh.

“I need you,” I said again; my voice didn’t sound like my own.

“Are you sure?” He sounded far away.

“Please?” My voice was barely louder than a breath.

Theo shifted, setting me gently beside him on the bed. Then he rose, staggering for just a moment and it made me smile. I couldn’t help it. I’d unsettled him in the best possible way and I was proud of it. But Theo got his bearings quick enough; he paced at the end of the bed, running his hands along the rough stubble on his jaw. Then he turned and came at me. He planted his hands flat on the bed and leaned in to kiss me.

“My rules,” he said and it wasn’t a question.

A rush of heat went through me and my throat went dry. I nodded.

“One word,” he said. “You say stop and I stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered; my sex throbbed, my arousal was in overdrive and he hadn’t even started yet.

Theo pushed himself off the bed. He went to the far side of the room and turned on the banker’s lamp on the desk. The flood of light was enough to make me squint. Theo turned, his expression odd, like he was puzzling something out. He came to the foot of the bed and bent down, feeling along the side of the mattress. Then he went to the closet and unzipped a garment bag.

“Theo?” I said.

He didn’t answer as he rummaged through the bag and took out four neckties. I instantly knew what he meant to do and my breath hitched in my throat even as new heat flared between my legs.

He turned and came back to me. His eyes held a question as he held one of the ties up.

I smiled and nodded. He leaned down and kissed me while taking my left wrist in his hand. It was the last sweet and gentle thing he did for a good long time.

Thank God.

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