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225 Caine: Is It Sex If…?
225 Caine: Is It Sex If…?
Fenris, free and clear of the lust hazing my brain, continues to grumble and ruin what little of the moment remains.
“Concentrate, Grace. Don’t lose control.”
If she keeps this up, I’m going to disgrace myself.
At least she’s not frantically trying to shove away from me anymore, though she doesn’t seem to notice that her pain level has decreased. Green eyes, heavy–lidded with desire only moments before, now shine with unshed tears, made brighter by the faint redness rimming them.
Sweet fucking agony.
I was wrong. The moment isn’t ruined at all. A mere touch is all it takes to reignite her flame.
“Caine,” she moans against my lips, and the sound of my name in her breathy, desperate voice nearly undoes me.
CAINE
Her tongue tangles with mine, her breathing going from shallow and panicked to heavy and hot, green eyes hidden behind half–closed eyes.
I’m not that far gone.
But she’s unable to break my grip, and her perfect little teeth bite down hard on my lower lip as she lets out a little human growl of frustration. “Damn it, Caine, just fuck me already!”
“Better?” I ask, though I already know the answer. Her inner muscles have relaxed, h body softening around my intrusion.
My cock throbs, demanding more, but my chest aches with something far stronger than lust. She’s young and already forever bound to me; the least she deserves is a romantic first night.
Fucking her would be heaven, my cock begging me for more.
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Her thighs have completely relaxed against my hips, my arms the only thing holding her up from the promise of more pain.
“Caine,” she breathes against my lips, once again lost to desire.
So inexperienced, you can’t even make the first time good for her, Fenris mutters in disgust.
“Not here, baby. It’ll hurt more.”
Yes.
I growl in frustration, biting at her
around her waist. “I need mort
neck as she grinds down, fighting my grip
afraid of the pain.
whimpers, failing to impale herself, no longer
Fuck. I’m so goddamn close, but the vision of having her in a bed for our first time refuses to leave the back of my head-
Does it count as sex if it’s only the tip?
“Control…” Her eyes flutter open, then closed again, and the faint buzzing fades. “Got it—ah. Mm.” Her hips jerk again.
“More,” Grace murmurs, her hips rocking with abandon. “Deeper, please.”
My arm tightens as her hips roll, feeling her flinch almost immediately. I nip at her bottom lip, suck it between my teeth, then soothe the sting with my tongue, pleased when she responds once again.
“No, it won’t.” Her head thrashes from side to side; she’s completely lost in arousal again, as desperate and forward as she was when her fingers first dove for the button of my jeans. “It’s better now.”
If I was a good man, I’d slip out of her and fuck her with my fingers, giving in to her needs a little more. But I’m selfish, and her pussy is so fucking perfect, even if it’s only greedily holding onto an inch of me.
“That’s it,” I murmur, trailing hot kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot below her ear. “Just feel me, sweetheart. Nothing else matters.”
“I didn’t know—” she starts, then breaks off with a shaky inhale as I twist her nipple just so. “I didn’t realize it would be so…”
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I wasn’t prepared for the first time to be here, and I hadn’t quite expected this level of sensitivity on her part. Instead, I’d fantasized over hours of my mouth between her thighs before finally claiming her…
Yanking her forward is impulse, and her surprised gasp allows my tongue to sweep into her mouth, claiming her, silencing her protests with passionate greed.
If I thought she was stiff before, she’s a wooden plank now. “That’s a little rude, don’t you th–mmph!”
“I know,” I say against her throat, dragging my teeth across her thundering pulse and feeling her shiver. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
Damn it.
Her breath hitches as I suck at her pulse point, marking her pale skin, trying to convince myself it’s just as good as shoving deep inside her welcoming warmth.
He does, with a long–suffering sigh.
She shifts in my lap again, and I groan as she inadvertently takes more of me inside her. Her inner walls do their best to strangle my cock, driving me insane. But I force myself to stay still, to let her body adjust at its own pace.
She moans into my mouth, a vibration I feel straight through to my soul, and it takes everything in me not to surge up and claim her innocence in a single thrust.
“If I can just—if you’d move your hand, I can just—”
Each tiny movement drives me a fraction deeper into her tight heat, and my jaw clenches with the effort of staying still.
Oh, you realize that now…?
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My free hand slides between our bodies, finding the slick bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She jolts against me, a sharp cry escaping her lips as I circle my thumb around her clit. The cry morphs into a moan as I continue the slow, deliberate pressure.
Shut up.
You say that, but you’re still inside of her.
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I take full advantage, laying claim to the offered territory with lips and teeth and tongue. All the while, my fingers work between her legs, coaxing her back to that knife’s edge of pleasure.
“Maybe we should stop,” Grace mumbles, her eyes wandering away from my face as a faint blush colors her cheeks.
My hand slides from her hair, trailing down the elegant curve of her neck, over her collarbone, until I reach the perfect weight of her breast. Her skin is fever–hot, impossibly soft beneath my rough palm. I roll her nipple between my fingers, teasing the sensitive peak until it hardens again.
For a heartbeat, she remains frozen against me. Then, slowly, she melts, and I tighten my arm around her to keep her from sinking further. The last thing she needs is more pain, but I’m unable to give up the sweet torment of her heat.
Her inner walls flutter around me, her body instinctively trying to accommodate the intrusion.
Her hands, which had been braced against my shoulders, slide up to tangle in my hair. She pulls my mouth back to hers, kissing me with newfound hunger. The tentativeness is gone, replaced by raw need, and my skin buzzes with her touch.
Shit.
my mind to
Between the absurd logistics, the clear pain in Grace’s eyes, and the urge to drive myself deep into her warmth and claim her as my own, it’s impossible for clear.
Fuck, having a wolf in your head is so goddamn inconvenient in moments like this. My need to thrust is almost painful, but I don’t have protection, and we’re still in a truck, in a suboptimal position for her first time. My teeth grind together as I force down my more debauched desires and soothe her with, “Soon, sweetheart. Come for me first.”
“Stop moving,” I order her again, flexing my fingers against her skin. “Or it’s really going to hurt.”
Her hips move in aggressive circles, chasing the pleasure my fingers provide. She’s slick enough for my cock to slide a little deeper in, then out, with each movement, a tease I’m unwilling to give up.
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But also, he’s a wolf. What does he know?
And threw it all away in a haze of lust and excitement over her impatient fingers.
She rocks, my cock aches, and then a flinch. It happens again, and again, but each time I distract her with merciless attention, until she’s panting and languid in my arms, her hips rocking with abandon, pussy fluttering and clinging to my cock, soft and warm.
The only happy one in this situation is my cock, thrilled by the slight vibrations of her pussy fluttering against it, even as she stiffens further.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice a rough growl against her skin. “Take what you need.”
She’s even pretty when she cries.
So I slide my hand from her hip to the back of her head, and grabbing a fistful of bleached waves as I murmur, “You talk too much.”
I’m restraining myself by a thread and pretty fucking sure I’m going to have regrets in the morning, but I’ll be damned if she remembers this fiasco as our first time.
My hand tightens against her hip just as she shifts, trying to adjust her position again. The movement drives her down another tempting millimeter onto my desperate cock, and I clench my teeth hard against the pleasure.
My thumb increases its pressure on her clit. I can feel her building toward another peak, her inner walls fluttering around the head of my cock, her soft gasps only making me harder.
She freezes at the soft threat, giving me enough time to blow out a breath and try to salvage the moment as best as I can. Getting intimacy out of her has already been hard with the limitations of her body; if I let her jump off and scurry back into the camper after this disaster, I’ll be lucky to see the inside of her bedroom for months, if not longer.
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“Yes,” she sighs, her head falling back to expose the graceful column of her throat. Grace suddenly wraps both arms around my neck, her lips meeting mine in a savage, needy kiss full of tongue and teeth, as she shoves down again, her entire body with effort. My skin buzzes again, everywhere we touch.
