Chapter 78
Wake's mouth curves into a wicked smile, and I watch as the playful banter between us shifts into something deeper, more intense. The air between us hums with electricity, as palpable as the steam swirling around our bodies.
With slow, deliberate movements, I lather the soap along the length of him, my hands gliding over his rigid flesh. His breath hitches, and I feel a surge of satisfaction knowing I can make him react like this. I may be new to his world, to everything that’s happening, but here—in this moment—I am in control.
Hot water cascades over us, washing away the soap, but the tension between us only thickens. Wake reaches down, threading his fingers through my hair, tugging gently but firmly. His gaze burns into mine, his eyes dark with desire.
I maintain eye contact as I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
His breath hisses out through his teeth as I take him deeper and then deeper still. I love the feeling of Wake on my tongue in any form, and this time is no exception. I bob up and down for a while, enjoying the weight of him in my mouth and the taste of his skin.
Eventually, I get bored and move on to something more fun. I let his cock slide out and trace the underside with the flat of my tongue. He moans again and his eyes slide shut.
I pull back to chide, "You better not be falling asleep on me."
Wake manages a weak shake of his head, his body thrumming with tension. "Trust me when I say that is not what's happening."
"Good." I press a kiss to his inner thigh and enjoy the way his muscles jump under my lips. "I want you to see what I'm doing to you."
I start a circuit around his cock, pressing kisses and tiny licks wherever I think he might like them. Then, I lean in further and flick one girthy testicle with the tip of my tongue.
His whole body jolts as if I hit him. "Phoebe..."
"Don't you dare tell me to stop. It's my turn to play."
He laughed. It was a raw sound that seemed to come from someplace deep inside him. He shook his head. "You're a very foolish woman."
"But I'm your foolish woman. Doesn't that count for something?"
Wake scowls, "It is not wise to tease me at the moment. I...do not feel like myself."
I pull back, concerned, "What do you mean? Are you alright?"
He runs a careful hand over my head to calm me, "I am fine. Only, I've spent too much time shifting between forms. I fear it's making me more...raw than typical. More aggressive. Things I want to do to you, Phoebe...I do not want to hurt you."
I can see the battle within him, the beast trying to take over, but he holds himself back. And I get it. I really do. If he let himself go, he could seriously hurt me. He's so much stronger, so much more powerful than I am, but I'm not scared. I trust him.
So, I dig my fingers into the muscles of his ass, pulling him closer, deeper. The sound that leaves him is pure sex, a growl that has me squirming even before he grips my hair again, tighter this time. "Tell me what you want to do to me."
He's still trying to hold back, his fingers flexing, tugging at my hair. It's painful but I don't tell him to stop. Instead, I want him to go further, to push me harder.
"I want to shred your pretty throat with my cock," he rasps, his voice tight, his breath coming faster. "I want to see you cry, choking on me."
"Do it. Make me."
And that is the last coherent thing I can manage, because Wake loses the battle. He thrusts into my mouth, hard and fast, his hands gripping my hair, yanking and pushing. There is no more holding back, no more gentle coaxing. This is raw and brutal and so damn hot that I have to reach between my legs to relieve some of the ache.
I take him in deep, and lose against the urge to gag.
He's breathing hard now, his hips surging forward in time with his fingers, his voice hoarse as he murmurs, "I'm going to ruin you, my little mate. I'm going to leave you so sore and aching that you'll never want another man. Only me."
The way his voice shakes the glass of the shower door, has me rubbing my clit harder, faster, trying to match his pace. The tension coils deep in my core, spreading through me like wildfire.
Wake doesn't give me time to catch my breath, instead thrusting deeper, until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, pushing past my nature limit over and over. My eyes water, and it's not long before the tears he craves are streaming down my face.
But I'm not ready for him to stop. If anything, his words have only made me wetter. My thighs are soaked with the evidence of my arousal, and I know without a doubt that I'm not the only one affected.
Wake makes a rough sound low in his throat. His fingers dig into my scalp, and his grip tightens.
"Yes." The word comes out on a hiss, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing. He's close.
I'm so caught up in him, in the way he's using my mouth, that the orgasm takes me by surprise. The tension shatters, leaving behind a trembling, gasping mess.
"Oh, no." His voice is a low growl, his fingers sliding from my hair to cup my face. "You and I aren't finished."
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