Check out all the chapters by clicking HER(fix)E
CHAPTER EIGHT: RUTTING MOON - PART THREE
Dawn pressed a soft kiss to Russ’s bandaged palm as they lay in his bed. “I can’t believe you hurt yourself.”
He moved to cup her cheek. “It was worth it.”
“Still,” she said as she leaned into his touch, frowning as she remembered the bloody state of his hands.
“It doesn’t hurt,” he promised her, stroking her cheek. “Just scratches. They’ll be gone by morning.”
Good. She smiled. Werewolf healing, she was learning, was amazing. And, though she should probably deny it, the idea of him being so feral for her… well, it was enough to make her feel a little wild too.
He breathed deep and groaned, his hand sliding down her spine to rub sensuous circles at the small of her back, right along the fur line. “You need more?”
She blushed, feeling guiltily insatiable. Werewolf senses, on the other hand, were intimidating. “So you can smell when I’m…” Turned on. Aroused.
“Hungry?” he growled as he leaned in, pulling her nearer so he could nibble her neck. He pressed his nose behind her ear, breathing her deep. “Yeah.”
“Well, that’s a little…” She coughed. Mortifying. Revealing.
“Hot,” he stated, still smelling her body’s instinctive response.
She pushed him away, laughing. “Cheating,” she corrected, smacking him playfully. “It’s cheating.” She paused, sitting up straight. “Wait, so you knew this whole time!” She waved her hands. “Every time, in the garden, when I’d be sitting there, under my stupid tree, reading my stupid stories with all those stupid sex scenes.” He’d never shown any sign! He’d always acted normal, just gardening away like he couldn’t care less. She turned to him accusingly. “You knew!”
He smiled sheepishly. “You like reading them;” he shrugged, his gaze getting hotter as his nostrils flared, “I like that you like them.”
She liked that response. Liked that he didn’t laugh at her or look down at her for her interests. That he seemed to… maybe approve. Grinning like a lovesick fool, she trailed fingers over his chest. “Yeah?”
His head fell against hers, resting their foreheads together, as her fingers touched and teased lower. His breath and voice grew raspy. “I could buy you a giftcard or a subscription or something.” He hissed as she wrapped her hand around his hardening cock. “Keep your library fully stocked.”
She let out a lusty laugh as she stroked him from hilt to tip. “Is that what you want to fill?”
He groaned, his hips thrusting up into her grasp. “Among other things.” He bent his head, pushing back her hair, to nip and lick at the furred curve of her ear.
She purred, feeling her body tingle. “I’m glad to hear it.” She touched the drop of pre-cum pearled at the tip of his dick, the sticky, silken feel on her fingers like liquid temptation. She bent her head, wanting that taste on her tongue. His moan, as she swirled her tongue over the tip of him, raked over her, sounding almost pained. He fell back, his head hitting the pillow in a satisfying drop, as he fisted his hand over his eyes. That shouldn’t make her grin, but it did.
Dawn stared at his long, lean body, laid out like a banquet on the bed. She had been wanted before. Had been chased and sought after. Had even let herself be caught on occasion. But it felt different with Russ. She settled over her bent legs, balancing her weight as she leaned in to close her lips over his lust-filled length, sliding slickly down it, and it felt like love.
Pushing that thought aside for later, she focused on the hard, hot feel of him in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she traced every ridge and plane with her tongue, feeling the whole of him go taut beneath her as straining, pleading sounds filled the air between them. She loved that she could do that to him. Could have this strong, unyielding man in her hands and make him beg. Her hand gripped his cock harder, stroking him even as she worked her mouth over him.
She felt his hand tangle in her hair, holding her gently, not moving her so much as letting himself get lost in her movements. They stayed like that, locked in that slow, smooth, savoring intimacy, until his breaths dragged ragged in and out and his body practically vibrated with tension. “Dawn,” he grunted out as he brushed her cheek with his knuckles, “let me up, let me love you.”
Her heart fluttered at his words. He doesn’t mean it like that, she scolded herself. He meant fucking, not feeling. Mated or not, it was too soon for that. Wasn’t it?
“Come on, Dawn.” His voice was pitched so low it rumbled through her. “Come here.”
She shook her head, just trying to clear it. Even as she let him slip wetly out of her mouth, she knew she didn’t want to. “I want to taste you.” Like he’d tasted her. She wanted to feel him fall apart on her tongue. Wanted to let his arousal fill her mouth. She licked his full length, making him shudder. “Let me.”
When her lips closed over him again, sucking him in deep, his hands fisted in the blankets. As she moved her mouth over him, she stroked his thighs, his balls, his cock, letting her touch — the hard press of her palms, the trailing tease of her fingers, the sharp scratch of her nails — drive him higher.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust his hips up into her and came down her throat as he roared her name. His voice cracked as she swallowed, squeezing the tip of his cock in her throat. She stayed like that, just lazily lapping at him as he quivered beneath her, until his body finally relaxed. With a sigh, she shifted, letting him slide out of her mouth so she could lay down over his belly, and pulled the sheets over them both. She kissed his navel as his arm sluggishly snuck around her shoulders. She smiled. “Have I thanked you yet for letting me stay with you?”
He yawned and snuggled closer to her. “If that was a thank you, you are definitely more than welcome.”
She playfully swatted his hip. “No, that was…” What? “That was because I wanted to.” She’d wanted him. It wasn’t gratitude she’d felt; it had felt more like a need for him so great it bordered on greed.
He murmured approvingly as he stroked her back. “I’m glad you’re staying with me too.” His hand stilled as he stiffened. “Not because of that, but because I just—” He made a helpless sound. “I mean, I don’t want to make it seem like you have to… Or that I expect you to—” He grunted, frustrated. “You never have to—”
She patted his thigh. “I know.” And she did. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would use sex like that, who would use a person like that. Their pleasure was just that: theirs. Something they shared together. Something she knew they’d share again. And again and again. She smiled and hugged him to her. “Good night, Russ.”
He snuffled as he, satisfied and sleepy, started to drift off. “Sweet dreams, Dawn.”
READ THE NEXT CHAPTE(fix)R
WANT MORE?
No comments:
Post a Comment