Shut up!
He didn’t answer my question, at least not verbally. His lips crashed against mine with all the teeth and bite one would imagine. I pushed into it, wanting to grate against all his sharp edges.
Call it sensation-seeking, call it being a masochist, call it me being my normal, impetuous self. I didn’t care. I was high on everything I was feeling and the thrill of something completely and totally new. I wanted itall.
Even if it didn’t mean anything. Because it didn’t have to.
I gave as good as I got, and it wasn’t long before I was breathless and dizzy in the best way from his dominating, bruising kiss. Blissful in my haze of debauchery, I reached for his pants again, unfastening his belt and freeing it from its loops without breaking our liplock.
He helped me with his tactical pants, however, and thank God, because I was so hopped up on adrenaline and lust, I didn’t think I could force that kind of dexterity in my shaking hands. He was just as eager as I was, because all he did was unbutton and shove them down just enough to get his cock out of the front of his underwear.
The friction from his zipper and the rough fabric was going to be a bitch against my thighs, but I was so far from caring that it was laughable. If anything, the possible chafing would be a way to keep this lingering in my mind for an extra day or two before it got buried under real life.
“You want this?” he growled, gripping his cock at the base.
That was when I saw exactly what I’d read about online but neverreallythought about.
His knot.
Holy shit!
I’d seen pictures of what a typical wolf shifter’s knot looked like, but it had been more a detached fascination than any sort of fetish. After all, wolves were one of the few shifters that had it. From what I’d read, bears didn’t, and neither did any of the large cat shifters. As far as I knew, only canid and reptilian shifters had such specifically different reproductive organs.
“Yeah…” I said on a breath, staring at the swell of it between his fingers. It wasn’t that exaggerated, but that didn’t mean it was going to stay that way. Everything I’d read had said it would fill with blood just like an erection before an orgasm, then it would lock a wolf shifter inside of his mating partner for a few minutes to maybe even half an hour.
It was meant to ensure pregnancy, to keep a wolf’s seed nice and cozy up against a fertile place. Thankfully, I was on birth control up the wazoo and had been since I’d hit puberty, so I didn’t have to worry aboutthat.
“Think you can take it?” he murmured with that same commanding charm despite the fact that his primal nature seemed to be taking over more and more by the minute. But then all the heat faded a fraction, the beast in him receded, and he pinned me with his steely gaze. “You don’t have to.”
Another check-in. Honestly, it was so damn hot. Who would have thought that the tight-laced middle son of a wealthy shifter family would hit every mark for me?
We may have come from different worlds, but right now, we were occupying the same reality.
“I want to,” I said. “Green all the way. I promise.”
The caution slid out of his body language, and we zipped right back to eleven again. His intense masculinity, the way he moved between civil and wild, was absolutely doing it for me.
“Good.” And really, that was all that needed to be said.
He kissed me again, just as bruising, just as demanding as before, if not more so. All my thoughts, which had been trying to return to their normal storm of too many things all on top of each other at the same time, settled again in the pursuit of a single goal.
And it was that I fucking wanted tocome.
Not exactly enlightened, but who cared? Certainly not me.
Paul lined himself up with my entrance, the head of his cock rubbing against me as he slicked himself up with my arousal. The impetuous side of me flared because I wanted himinme, and I wanted it rightnow.
Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait for long. No, he lingered for a breath or two longer, then he finally slid into me.
I hissed—how could I not with how he was stretching me out? It was a stretch bordering on painful, but I loved the tug of it. The burn. It put me so incredibly in the present, which was normally extremely difficult for me to achieve. All my concentration was centered on how we were connected, on every sensation flowing through me.
“Fuck, you take me so good,” Paul said, his voice sin and ichor all bundled up together. The entire room was filled with different shades of his own experience, amplifying things even more. “Look at you, halfway to my knot.”
Only halfway? How the hell was that possible? It felt like he was nearly in my stomach.
Well, I guess it had been a long time…
“Breathe, Cherry. I can hear your heartbeat speeding up.”