Chapter 202
His mouth leaves mine, trailing a slow, lingering path down my jaw, the hollow of my throat. A shiver ripples through me as his hands explore, mapping familiar terrain like it’s the first time.
He lets his claws loose, just enough to tease me. He drags the sharp tips of one down my torso, starting at the hollow beneath my throat and down, down over my sternum, tracing a burning line between my breasts. My nipples harden like diamonds as I pant, each rise and fall of my chest increasing and decreasing the pressure against my skin, making me dizzy from want.
He leans down to take one sensitive tip in his mouth, tonguing the bud with that wickedly talented tongue before nipping it with sharp teeth. My entire body jerks in response.
Wake chuckles against my breast, then trails the sharp points of his claws over my abdomen, around my navel. I suck in a breath, muscles tensing as he moves lower...lower...
"Wake," I gasp out.
He nips my breast in response. "Quiet."
My toes curl as he parts my folds, one sharp claw parting my slit with delicate precision. I feel every millimeter of skin as it slides past my clit, the rough pad of his thumb caressing that sensitive spot as he pushes on, circling my entrance.
I'm so wet, I can feel my arousal coating his hand. My thighs are slick with it, and I know he's well aware of how much I want him, but he still doesn't relent. He slides his finger back up to my clit, circling that spot over and over again until I'm about to go insane.
"Please," I pant out. "I want you inside me. Now."
I grab for his hair, trying to drag him up to me for a kiss, but Wake laughs softly and pins my hands to the wall instead. "Not yet, my love. Not yet."
He moves back down to my breast, sucking on one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Sharp sensation spikes through me, but it's not enough. It's not nearly enough.
I struggle against his hold. "Wake."
"Soon," he murmurs, releasing my breast to trail kisses down my belly. "I promise."
I can't help it. I whine at him, earning myself another soft chuckle as he sinks to his knees in front of me. He releases my wrists to hook his hands behind my thighs, shifting me until I'm right where he wants me, spread open and completely exposed. I stare down at him, at the look of such intense focus on his face as he leans forward to run his nose up my slit.
"Fuck," I whisper as his hot breath fans over my pussy. My fingers flex as I fight the urge to touch him, to grab his hair and press him hard against me. Instead, I bite my lip, hard, as he gives my clit a slow lick.
"Delicious," he murmurs, and does it again.
I'm already so on edge that I'm pretty sure I could come from just this. The rough brush of his tongue against that sensitive bundle of nerves is incredible, but I want more. I want him inside me.
He keeps up with that torturous laving until I'm panting, my entire body taut as a bowstring. Just when I think I might finally get my release, he changes course. He licks me once, twice, and then trails his tongue down, circling my entrance before pushing his tongue inside me.
I groan, my hips jerking against him, but he's having none of it. He holds me pinned to the wall with those strong hands, keeping me right where he wants me as he fucks me with his tongue. In and out, over and over again, until I'm not even sure I know my own name anymore.
I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes.
"Wake," I say on a gasp, my entire body trembling with the strain of keeping still. "Please."
He shifts away, just enough that he can say, "Look at me."
My eyes snap open. He's watching me with an intensity that leaves me breathless all over again. Then he leans forward, keeping our gazes locked the whole time, and licks my slit again.
My thighs are shaking. My hands are sweating. I'm so turned on that it's taking everything I have to keep looking at him, to not close my eyes and let myself get lost in what he's doing to me.
Then he shifts, focusing entirely on my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. I gasp, my vision going spotty as the orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I can't keep his gaze anymore. I can't do anything but let it roll through me as my pussy spasms and my whole body quakes.
Wake doesn't give me a chance to recover. He gives my clit one last lick and then surges to his feet. He lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips and pinning me against the wall as he thrusts into me with one long stroke.
My head falls back as he fills me. It's perfect. So fucking perfect.
"Fuck," he whispers, burying his face in my neck.
I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him close. This is what I've been waiting for—the feeling of him surrounding me, filling me so completely that it's impossible to tell where he ends and I begin. It's exactly what I need after months of separation.
"Yes," I murmur, rolling my hips.
He groans, the sound muffled by my skin, and then he starts to move.
Wake pins me against the wall as he fucks me hard and deep. With each thrust, he hits that spot inside me that leaves me gasping.
"Yes!" I pant out. "Please."
His teeth find the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He bites down, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to send a frisson of fear through me. He pulls away from my neck to capture my mouth with his. I can taste myself on his tongue, the petrichor and brine tang of our mating scent elevating every one of my senses. It's so incredibly intimate.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. "You're going to come for me again, Phoebe."
My body tightens in response to his words. It's not a request—it's an order. I'm already so close to the edge, I don't need much. Just a little bit more, and I'll be there.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on as he picks up speed. I can hear the sounds we make together. The slick slide of his cock moving in and out of me. The slap of skin on skin. The harsh panting of our breath as we both get closer to the edge.
"Wake."
His claws sink into the skin at my hips. "Do it."
I'm too far gone to disobey. I arch my back, pushing him deeper, and then I come on a scream.
The orgasm is so intense that it whites out my vision for a moment. When I come back to myself, Wake is still thrusting. He's close, but he's not quite there yet.
I cup his face between my hands, forcing him to look at me. "I love you, Wake. Fill me, baby."
His eyes go molten with want, and then his rhythm falters. He buries himself in me one last time, as deep as he can, and then he comes on a harsh shout.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders again as he shakes against me, emptying himself inside me. It feels incredible. It's like I can feel every pulse of his cock, the hot jets of his seed filling me up. I stroke his hair and murmur endearments in his ear, even though I doubt he's cognizant enough to hear me.
It takes a while, but finally he calms, his breathing evening out as he lifts his head and presses a kiss to my temple. "Phoebe."
I smile and nuzzle his neck. "That was exactly what I needed."
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I am glad that I could be of assistance."
"Mm, good." I sigh in contentment. "You can do it again. Now’s as good a time as any."
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