Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King
A low sound scrapes against his throat as he curses under his breath.
He shifts closer, and pushes my knees further apart to spread me even wider for him. The wolf is dominant in his eyes as he stares at the place between my legs that aches and throbs with need. My cheeks flame, yet beyond the shame of letting him look at the most intimate part of me, I feel powerful.
He seems completely enthralled.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” His eyes travel up my body. His eyelids seem heavy, and his breathing is fast. “Do you want to know what I want you to do for me next?”
I nod, breathless, sure that whatever it is, I will give it to him. I will give anything to keep him looking at me in this way. Anything that might ease this throbbing ache inside me.
The corner of his lip quirks. “I want you to come in my mouth, against my tongue, as I taste you.”
I blush deeply, heat surging through my body.
“Do you think you can do that for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Callum smiles.
His rough hands slide down my inner thighs, holding me open. Keeping his gaze on mine, he dips his mouth to my most intimate place, and drags his tongue along my center. I gasp, my back arching from the pile of rugs and furs beneath me.
A low growl rumbles in Callum’s chest. “Fuck.” He groans against me, causing me to whimper. “This is all I’ve been able to think about since I had you in my bed. You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy devouring you.”
Then his mouth is on me-hot and wet. He feasts on me. His tongue slides up and down my core hungrily, greedily. As if he cannot get enough of me. He spreads me wider still and groans. I cry out, my fingers curling in the furs.
“Callum!” I gasp.
I grow more feral with each lick and suck and growl. I feel like a caged storm that needs to be set free. I rock against his mouth, desperate for more of this feeling. More of him.
A low, throaty sound escapes him and vibrates against my center. “That’s it, Princess. Take your pleasure from me.”
He slides his hands up my waist and holds me firmly against his mouth as I move my hips. When I cry out, he moves one hand up my chest and plays with my nipple as he continues to stroke my center with his tongue.
It is almost too much to bear. Merely the sight of his big shoulders between my spread legs, his mouth moving against me, his eyes primal, is almost enough to push me over the edge.
But then he teases my opening with his tongue, before sliding inside.
I cry out with the surprise of it. My back arches, and my head rolls back. “Goddess!”
And I am lost. I cannot think anymore. I am not a human. Not a princess. I do not know my name, or where I am. I am just this feeling. This pleasure.
I grab his wrist as he palms my breast, holding onto him, stopping myself from floating away completely.
He brings his other hand to my inner thigh. He rubs the wet, sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb-moving in circles. The sensation of his tongue and his thumb, stimulating different parts of me at the same time, provokes sounds from me I have never made before-animalistic moans as I rock against him.
“Callum. . . I’m going to. . . I feel. . . Goddess!”
He groans, and release crashes through me. I cry out, loudly, my back arching, my body shuddering as ripples of pleasure consume me. Callum continues to lick and suck, as if determined to devour every last drop of me, until finally I still.
He kisses me once more between my legs, then crawls up my body-placing his forearms on either side of my head and caging me within them.
His lips are swollen and wet, and the wolf is behind his eyes as he looks down at me.
I’m breathing fast, and so is he. I’m not sure whether the pounding of my heart is due to the release that crashed over me. Or whether it is nervousness, anticipation, of what might come next.
I want to give him what he just gave me. I want him to come undone.
I pull his face down to mine, and I kiss him. He groans into my mouth, stroking my tongue in the same expert way he moved between my legs. Heat starts to pool again, more so when I realize his hard length is pushing against my thigh through the rough material of his kilt. I hook my ankles around his, melting into his solid body.
“Now, tell me what you want, Princess,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me what you want, and I shall give it to you.”
What do I want? I want him. All of him.
I push him gently, so that he is kneeling.
With shaking fingers, I undo the buttons of his shirt. I untuck it from his kilt, then slide it off his big shoulders. His breathing deepens as he watches me. He keeps his hands at his sides, as if waiting for permission to touch me more.
I swallow, and look down at his kilt. “I want you to take it off.”
He cups my cheek and kisses me gently. “Okay.”
He shifts back to unlace and pull off his boots-struggling in the confines of the small space. When it comes to taking off his kilt, he curses again as he tries to maneuver out of it and kicks one of the walls of the tent.
“This isn’t very dignified,” he says. I giggle, and his grin widens. “Give me a second. I fear I shall ruin the mood.”
He ducks out of the tent-letting in a refreshing gust of cool night air through the flap-only to remerge a few seconds later, without any clothes on. My heart catches in my throat as he kneels in front of me again.
I look down at his sculpted torso and strong, muscular arms. How can a male be built this way? I drag my fingers down the ridges of his torso, and he takes a deep, shuddery breath.
I saw him naked once before, in the forest when he shifted from a wolf to a man. I didn’t give myself permission to look openly, then. But I do now.
His length is hard. Thick. His arousal obvious.
My insides clench.
I do not know much about the anatomy of men, but I know this part of him will be inside me. And for that reason, it seems large. Larger than I was expecting. My heart beats a little faster, yet heat pools between my legs, and an ache begins to grow.
My fingers twitch. I start to move my hand lower, but he shifts forward and lays me down on the rugs-enveloping me in his searing body heat.
And how strange it is, to have a naked male on top of me. I run my hands over his shoulders, then trace my fingers down the muscles of his back.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him.
“I knew you thought I was handsome.”
I giggle and his eyes dance with mischief. He kisses me deeply, languidly, his mouth claiming mine and his hand sliding into my hair.
“I want. . .” I murmur against his lips.
“Tell me,” he whispers. “Anything. It is yours.”
“I want. . .” I take a shaky breath, unused to voicing my desires. “I want you to take your pleasure from me.”
He looks down at me, his breath mingling with mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He takes a deep breath. “You must promise me that if I do something you don’t like, if you want to stop, you will tell me.”
“Yes.” I know he will not do anything to harm me, and I know I will never want him to stop. I try to fight my blush. “Do you take. . . do you take the herbs?”
“Aye,” he says, smiling. “No chance of making a pup this time.”
I push against his chest, and start to turn around-remembering what I was told about how Wolves like to take their women. Callum gently grabs my arm and pulls me back. “Where are you going?”