I Bite She Sucks Bloom, Penelope (howl and other poems TXT) đź“–
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He didn’t stop immediately, but when I took two handfuls of his hair and yanked him up to meet my eyes, that seemed to finally wake something up in him.
The yellow in his eyes flickered like a cloud passing in front of the sun. Then it was dulled, just a pale yellow behind his normal brown. He was still breathing hard and my arousal was on his lips, making them look puffy and red--wet with desire.
“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing off the table as he stood. “I’m sorry, I-”
“Hey,” I said, sitting up and pulling him to me. It had the unintended effect of pressing his abs right into my pussy, which made me shiver with accidental pleasure. “What was that?”
Riggs reluctantly met my eyes, then looked away, shaking his head. “Taking the role of Alpha changes the dynamic with my wolf. He’s more alive, now. More powerful. He has to be to keep the others in line, but it has been a while since he’d tried so hard to grasp control.”
I felt suddenly cold. “So it’s not you when you’re like that?”
“It is. We want the same thing. But he isn’t as subtle about taking it. That’s all. I’m still in there. It’s like being drunk, sort of. Or in a trance. It’s all desire with no reservations. Power drunk,” he said finally, seeming to settle on that as the most accurate description.
I thought about all of that, then worked my lips to the side and titled my head at him. “So when you have all the power in the world with no consequences or reservations, you carry me off and try to fuck me?” I had to admit even saying fuck me aloud took me beyond my painfully innocent comfort zone. But it made me feel hot and bothered all the same.
Riggs grinned. “It has taken inhuman amounts of self-control not to fuck you at every possible opportunity. All my wolf needs is a slight handhold and I’d probably come charging at you.”
“That’s charming, in a scary sort of way.”
Riggs’ eyes flickered yellow, and he shook his head, like he was trying to hold it back.
I reached up, touching his lips and marveling at how soft and warm they were. “No,” I said. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to stop. Either of you,” I added, not quite sure how to navigate his shared psyche delicately.
Riggs tensed, muscles flexing as he seemed to struggle with something. He shivered, and then when he opened his eyes one was blazing yellow and the other was perfectly brown. He looked momentarily surprised. The hand on the side of his body with the yellow eye reached out suddenly, gripping me with intense strength and pulling me closer. His other hand was more gentle on my hip. I noticed one was warmer, too.
Oh, wow, I thought. Was he literally splitting his body in half with his wolf and his own mind?
I didn’t have time to contemplate because his wolf arm—as I started thinking of it, even though it looked perfectly normal, took me by the hair and moved me from the table to my knees, which brought me face to face with his erection. He pulled me into it, forcing my mouth around him as he started fucking my face without apology.
I did my best with what little bits of anecdotal knowledge on dick sucking I’d gained from books and TV, which wasn’t much. It felt like the best I could do was try to avoid hurting him with my teeth, which I hadn’t anticipated being such a challenge. I let him do most of the movement, focusing instead on being whatever he wanted as he gripped me with both hands—one firm and tight in my hair and the other more gently running fingertips across my scalp.
It wasn’t fire and ice. It was a scalding shower on a cold morning and the beautifully warm croissant for breakfast afterwards. It was blind passion and controlled desire. And it was all for me.
I smiled, unfortunately, with his cock in my mouth. Riggs grunted, forcing himself in and out of me as I struggled to keep up. I tried putting my hands on him, but his wolf hand removed them, apparently preferring a mouth-only approach.
He was gasping with enjoyment before long, and finally yanked himself free, shivering slightly as he appeared to try to refrain from releasing his pleasure. He lifted me with both hands then, skipping the table entirely and walking me to the nearest wall, which he pressed my back against.
I met his eyes moments before he kissed me, mesmerized by the glinting yellow of one eye and the muted brown of the other. I thought I understood Riggs more fully than I ever had in that moment. That was him. He was the place where two extremes met. He was the compromise between them, a constant struggle for control.
He pulled my legs apart so I could wrap them around his waist, my heels resting against his firm, bare ass as he positioned himself to enter me.
I gasped, not bothering to stop him even though he hadn’t put on a condom. I didn’t care then. He’d told me a werewolf could get a vampire pregnant, hadn’t he? But of all the things on our plates, it didn’t seem important at that moment.
With a pleasant burst of shock, I realized his cock was as warm as his body had been when the wolf was in control. It felt incredible inside me, like little tendrils of warmth were snaking through me to explode in fireworks of bliss throughout my body.
I clutched the back of his neck, grinding myself into him with each thrust of his body, not knowing what the future held for us but knowing this was where I wanted to be right now. Where I needed to be.
Riggs’ rhythm picked up, and I sensed he was close to climax.
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