Page 24 of Scorned

Chapter Fourteen

I couldn’t say I’d wished for you, or that I’d had someone in mind as I let my fantasies run wild. I didn’t know how I’d called you to me but, three years ago, after I had been excommunicated from my clan, I’d felt a longing so deep that it had shaken my soul. I had been alone, and my world had toppled upside-down. In one fell swoop, I had no pack or family.

You came out of the shadows as a wolf, your blue eyes curious, maybe even a little confused, something I could only understand now that I knew the truth about your arrival, that I’d called you to me somehow. Your wolf moved toward me tentatively. I was in human form, naked only because I willed it so, and I used my body to coax you closer, a crooked finger beckoning you to shift, a sultry smile telling you to lower your guard and show yourself to me.

Your wolf, confident and proud, had huffed at me as I sank my fingers into your fur, stroking through your soft, silky mane. For a moment, I thought, this must be what it was like to have a familiar.

I slid into the memory, letting it envelop me, coat me in comfort, like an old friend who I revisited often, remembering that our stolen moments together keep me sane.

You shifted from one breath to the next, and your body was draped in nothing but a veil of darkness, giving me a tease, a mere glimpse of your lean and long trail of muscle and sinew.

“Who are you?” Your eyes held intrigue. “Where am I?”

“With me.” As if that was all you needed to know, to understand. I reached up now that you were standing over me and traced my fingers along your smooth jaw. “Kiss me,” I demanded, because this was my dream and because I somehow knew you were not the type of man to make the first move.

As if my words compelled you, you leaned in, slipping your hands to my waist, wrapping your body heat around my flesh, your eyes earnest, eager. Your kiss was tender, tentative, and I was the one who teased my tongue along the seam of your lips, requesting entry that you immediately gave. I tasted you, and it reminded me of warm summer days and refreshingly cool lemonade, comforts that sparked the desire for more. With my hands in your hair and our bodies pressed close, I took your breath into my lungs and felt your heart racing between our flesh. You didn’t try to dominate. You let me lead our kiss, exploring one another with mutual trust, a give and take that felt complete and satisfying.

“Who are you?” you asked again when I broke our kiss, but I pushed myself up onto tiptoes, rubbing my breasts into your chest, and tilted my head, offering my throat. You rumbled a low growl that vibrated through my body then glided your lips along the side of my jaw, down my neck, kissing softly so my heart pattered fiercely and my skin cried for more.

You cupped my breast then brought it to your lips, continuing your featherlight kisses that made my nipples bead to the point of aching need. Your tongue against my flesh was magical—bold licks that made me arch into you, giving you better access as you moved down my body, rolling your fingers over my other breast, tormenting my nipple with the barest touch.

I lifted my leg once you were on your knees, and you helped leverage my thigh over your shoulder. I was wide open to you, my pussy on fire as you sucked in a deep breath and let my scent play on your tongue.

I was shivering with anticipation, holding myself still so I didn’t shove my pussy into your face and beg you to get to it…now!

You smiled up at me when I entangled my fingers in your hair, and it was the smile of a man who was ready to give me anything I wanted. I let my head fall back and gave in, keeping hold of your hair so I could feel when you moved closer, adjusting your stance, opening me up more to your hungry gaze that I didn’t have to see to feel.

Your mouth on my pussy was electric. I jolted and moaned as you continued your tender touch, your tongue against my slit, lapping my juice like it was nectar, the vibration of your groan tingling to my clit. You reached up with one hand to cup my breast, pinching my nipple ever so slightly, enough to make my nerve endings ping as the coil of my climax began to tighten. You sucked my clit into the wet heat of your mouth, using your lips to roll over the little bud. I gripped your hair tighter, encouraging more.

You slid your tongue over my pussy lips then delved into my hole, coming at my clit from the bottom, flicking before sucking it between your lips once again. You closed your palm over my breast, trapping my nipple between your fingers and squeezing so suddenly that I rocked against your mouth, my climax revving harder, higher, the coil cranking so tight that all it took was one tiny little slurp from your lips against my clit and my body quivered with the ecstasy of my orgasm, shuddering over my body as the coil springs bounced open and wave upon wave of pleasure ripped through me.

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