Everything
“Hey,” Shane murmurs as he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. I don’t say anything as he lifts my chin. It’s too late to try and hide it, he knows and when he sees my face, he’ll know I’m upset. When our eyes lock again, he laughs. He actually laughs.
“I’m glad you think this is funny.”
“Of course, I do. You’re jealous of something I cannot control,” he says between laughing.
“What did you think of me the first time we met?” I asked.
“I thought you were an angel,” Shane said. He said it way too serious to be a joke.
“That’s funny,” I laughed. “Honestly though.”
“I am being honest. I thought you were the prettiest person I’d ever seen. You took my breath away.”
The sound of rainfall filled the room. It was loud yet soothing. I wasn’t sure if I was enamored with his words or the way he was looking at me.
“You could have controlled it!”
“I was a young kid. The girls didn’t even know what they were doing. They are nothing in comparison.”
I exhaled deeply as if that was going to make me feel better. I struggled to hold back a smile. Okay, it did make me feel slightly better. Although it had no business doing that.
“You are everything. They were nothing.”
“Mm,” I mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around me.
“Now that you’re finished. Is it my turn now?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh?” Shane said devilishly. He picked me up so that my feet were dangling off the floor. He carried me over to the vanity and dropped me on it. My butt smacked against the hardwood and I hissed. Before I could get angry at him, he dropped to his knees and I swallowed. I liked this. I liked this a lot. His eyes were on mine as he lifted my nightdress ever so slowly up over my knees. My thighs quivered in anticipation as he leaned forward. He held my gaze while his tongue darted out. A sharp inhale of breath was followed by his rough padded tongue sliding up my soft, wet center.
“Goddess,” I gasped.
“She isn’t the one making you feel good. Try again,” Shane murmured. The cocky bastard. “No?” He asked as his head darted forward, his tongue slowly slid up my slit teasingly. My hips bucked forward but he just tutted his head. “Someone is impatient. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Shane asked. I shook my head.
“No.”
“No?” Shane asked.
“No.”
He darted forward again but this time, his tongue slid between my lips and they separated while he licked up my wet core. I cried out as he took his time licking me up, up, up until his tongue stopped at my clit.
“Oh, look what we have here,” he said while his tongue slid in circles around my clit.
“Oh, please,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Shane asked as he kept up his torturous show.
“Please, Shane. Make me feel good.”
“I don’t know if I can, Adea.”
“Why not?” I pouted. I felt delirious, my breathing was short and my eyes were demanding they be rolled into the back of my head.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Shane asked.
Fuck. At this point, I’d be his anything.
“Yes. I’ll be your good girl.”
“That’s right. Good girls get fucked. Don’t they, Princess?” Shane asked.
Again with that damn pet name but I was too lost. I was stuck in a trance, under his spell as his tongue continued to roll curl in circles around my clit. My hips followed his tongue’s movements.
“Yes,” I breathed.
And all at once, Shane’s mouth closed around my clit and sucked. He sucked hard and I dropped my head back and cried. His hand trailed up my belly and up over my ribs. I bucked against his mouth as his hand pulled the top of my nightgown down and my pebbled breasts were let free. The cool wind brushed against them but I wasn’t cold for long. Shane pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingers. I ground shamelessly against his mouth and Shane bit down on my clit. I cried out and his mouth was gone. Before I could complain, two fingers entered me. It had taken me a while to be okay with being touched here after what happened with Ethan in the dining hall two years prior. But eventually, I was able to tell my body that Shane wasn’t Ethan. Shane wouldn’t hurt me. Shane could touch me, he could do whatever he wanted to me. I moaned as his fingers slid in and out of me and I dropped my chin to look down at him. I ran my fingers through his curls and sighed. He was perfection. He held my gaze as he dipped lower, his tongue darted from his mouth as he bobbed up and down on my clit. He mirrored the same rhythm as his fingers as they slid in and out of me. I gripped his hair tighter and he purred as I brought him closer. I couldn’t get him close enough. My orgasm was building, it was sweet and tight and I ground against his tongue needing more. His fingers picked up their pace and his tongue followed as it flicked my sensitive nub over and over again. My breasts hardened and I was practically sitting on his face now. His tongue flicked over my clit one more time and I cried out his name as I came all over his fingers. He leaned back and watched as my juices flowed from me and down his fingers. The sounds of his fingers in me filled the room but I didn’t care as I rode out the deliciously sweet waves of my orgasm.
“Shane, oh Shane,” I cried as he leaned forward and I could feel his tongue on my overly sensitive clit. He didn’t hear me, if he did, he didn’t care. His tongue lathered up my juices, and he groaned as he inhaled deeply. His fingers were gone and replaced with his tongue. I could feel his tongue as it darted in and out of me, as it slid up my walls. He licked and sucked until it was all gone. Only getting up to lick my wetness from his fingers. His eyes were dark and hooded as he stared up at me. I swallowed. I would get my wolf in six months. The clock was ticking and yet Shane treated this, treated me as if I were something precious and as if we had all the time in the world. Did we? Did we have all the time in the world? I wondered this as he picked me up as if I were his bride. He stared down at me with so much love in his eyes that I was breathless. Not only from what he’d just done to me but the way he looked at me, left me panting, wanting for something I wasn’t sure we could have.