Chapter 16 - Layla

She should leave, Layla knew that well enough. But the sight of Zander touching himself was too damn hot to resist. Just knowing that he had been jerking off, thinking of her as he did so, made her want him even more madly than before.

Yet she remained frozen, leaning back against the door frame as he hovered over her, stroking his cock with his forehead rested against her own. She wanted to reach out and grip hold of him, to touch him and pleasure him herself, but she found she couldn't move. She could barely even speak as she asked, "What do you think about?"

"Are you sure you really want to know?" Zander's tone was low, dangerous. Layla met his gaze, bit her lip and nodded.

Heart hammering in her chest, she leaned back against the door frame, clutching the wood behind her to keep from touching him. He was doing enough of that for the both of him, and hell, she liked it.

"Mmm…" Zander moaned, stroking himself in slow, languid tugs. He closed his eyes as if he were imagining all the things he'd like to do to her. "I think of how your dresses hitch up when you bend over your flowerbed, and how I'd come in from behind and squeeze that peachy ass of yours."

Layla blushed. Nobody had ever called her ass peachy before. She could practically feel his hands squeezing. Yet, he didn't touch her. He didn't need to—his words were enough to make her breathless.

"Then what would you do?" she asked in little more than a whisper.

"I'd tear off those little lace panties you seem to love teasing me with and put them in your mouth to gag you while I entered you slowly, right there in your garden."

Layla panted for breath. She had never been gagged with her own panties before. It ought to have sounded disgusting, but coming from him, it was the most erotic thing she had ever heard. Her pussy was throbbing. She gripped more tightly onto the door frame.

Zander seemed to need no more prompting. His eyes screwed tighter and he stroked harder, his entire body quivering as he continued, "I'd reach around and rub your clit while slamming into you from behind. I wouldn't stop until you begged me to. I'd make you cum over and over until you could barely stay on your knees."

Layla's stomach tightened with desire, and she bit her lip harder as she realized what was coming. Zander was talking about making her climax over and over. He barely even seemed to care for his own climax in this fantasy of his, and as if thinking about her climaxing all over his cock sent him over the edge, he growled through gritted teeth, "Oh, fuck, Layla!"

And then it was all over. His hand grew still and the salty, sweet scent of his cum hit Layla's nostrils.

Before he opened his eyes, she licked her lips, wishing she dared to get down on her knees and taste him. But instead, she remained right where she was, back pressed almost painfully against the door frame.

"Feel better?" she dared to ask when he finally opened his eyes and gave her a slightly embarrassed half-smile.

"Much, thank you," he growled, grabbing a hand towel to clean himself up. The way he looked at her was predatory, and it did nothing to help the desire built up inside her. Yet, he was satisfied, wasn't he? What need did he have of her now?

Christian would have taken what he wanted from her and then gone about his business as if nothing had ever happened. But it seemed Zander had other ideas.

"How about you?" he asked, leaning in again. Layla's breath hitched in her throat. "I can smell your arousal. You need to cum."

Layla hadn't realized exactly how much she needed to until he voiced it. But the moment he did, she was unable to stop herself from reaching down between them to cup her pussy. It was sensitive, almost painful, throbbing with anticipation, and she rubbed ever so gently, feeling moisture leak through her lace panties.

"Don't," Zander whispered. "You've done that enough these last few weeks. Don't think I haven't heard you alone and panting in your room."

Layla shook, her cheeks growing hot as he gripped her wrist and gently pulled her hand away.

He wasn't lying. These pregnancy hormones had turned her into a lustful beast, and every night she'd had to sort herself out. Zander never came to her, not like Christian used to, coming in drunk from the bar stinking of wolfberry whisky to throw himself on her whether she liked it or not.

Zander had let her be, and in a way, she was grateful for that, but now she was just frustrated.

"Zander, please," she whimpered, angry with herself for how desperate she sounded.

Zander smirked down at her and placed his hand against her cheek, his little finger stroking just beneath her jaw. "Don't worry, baby, I've got you."

He kissed her then, a light yet passion-filled kiss. And the next thing she knew, he had dropped down onto his knees before her, reaching under her dress to hook his fingers into her panties and pull them down.

He placed a kiss on her inner thigh and looked up at her as he said, "Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself."

All Layla could do was gasp when his mouth landed between her thighs. His hands snaked around to her buttocks, squeezing her peachy cheeks as he ate her with slow, deliberate movements of his tongue, all the way up, then all the way down, up and down, up and down, in a controlled manner that left Layla trembling with her need to cum.

He paused to kiss her delicately right between the legs and whisper, "Go on, close your eyes and tell me," before he started to lick all over again, grazing his teeth ever so gently over her swollen lips until she quivered.

"I…I think about that night in the woods," she whispered. It was true, she had thought about it often.

"Mmm…" Zander groaned as if he had thought about it often, too.

Layla leaned her head back against the door frame and pictured it. "I think of how the leaves were cold and damp under me, but how you were warm and inviting."

She trembled, her hand snaking out to grip the roots of his hair. Zander growled in a pleasure-filled moan, which made her grip harder, panting when his onslaught of her pussy grew more impassioned.

Fuck! Nobody had ever taken this time to pleasure her before. Usually, it was like they did it in the woods, quick and sometimes even angry, fucking like animals, and then it was all over, and she was more often than not left unsatisfied.

But not tonight. She sensed that in Zander. He wasn't about to give up until he'd done exactly what he'd spoken of in his own fantasy. He wasn't giving up until she had cum over and over. And when he slipped his middle finger deep inside her, she knew he was going to make her do just that.

Fuck!

"I think about how your cock felt inside me that night, how it fit perfectly and how it throbbed as you came inside me."

There was no stopping her now. Her words were like a waterfall.

"And I imagine what it would be like for you to do that again. I can imagine how it would feel for you to take me right here in this bathroom, right over the sink or in the shower."

The images were all too real, too vivid and Layla groaned and trembled as Zander worked her to her limit.

When she finally came, it was more powerful than any climax she had ever experienced before. Zander didn't relent—even when her insides squeezed hard around his finger, he continued, his tongue stroking her clit delicately as she squirted all over his hand.

"Fuck!" That was a first. She had never actually squirted before. It was such an insane rush of pleasure and feeling, everything tightening and suddenly letting loose that she could no longer hold herself up.

Zander pinned her to the doorframe still, lapping at her as if he wasn't finished with her yet. Her juices only seemed to entice him more and Layla struggled to breathe for pleasure as he worked her again toward climax.

The up and down, up and down of her climaxes was so powerful, so consuming, that her head started to spin, and before she knew it, she came not once, not twice, not even a third, but a fourth time.

And it was only then that Zander stood slowly, kissing her through her dress as he did, pinning her to the door frame with his muscular torso as he leaned down again to kiss her lips.

With her eyes still closed, Layla tasted her cum on his lips, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth.

He kissed her passionately, holding her face in both his hands.

"Shall we go back to the dining room?" he whispered against her lips then, and Layla might have struck him if her body wasn't so limp from all the cumming.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, her insides tightening at the thought of leaving this moment. It definitely wasn't what she wanted.

"This isn't about what I want," he said, rubbing his lips ever so lightly over hers, tilting his head back just enough that their eyes could meet.

The desire in his gaze was plain.

"I'm not hungry," Layla said, shaking her head with some difficulty between his hands.

"Then tell me what you want," Zander told her, his tone somewhere between an order and a request.

Layla couldn't deny it a moment longer, and so she whimpered, "I want you."

Zander's only response was to hook his hands around her buttocks once more and pull her up into his arms.

With a small yelp, Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, and when he kissed her again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, too.

He was so strong, so powerful, and yet he was so gentle as he kissed her and sat her down on the counter beside the sink.

She gasped a little with the shock of the cold surface beneath her butt before it was quickly forgotten when Zander's hand slipped between them and stroked her pussy again.

He rubbed in a slow circular motion until she was so close to cumming that she dug her nails into his shoulders and gasped, "Please, Zander, I need you."

Zander smiled against her lips and said, "Your wish is my command, mate."

He entered her.

Layla's heart skipped a beat. Mate… yes, that was exactly what they were, but she had barely allowed herself to think about it. Yes, they'd mated and there was a child growing in her belly, and yes, they had been married before the eyes of the entire pack, but Layla had felt as if she were on the outside looking in, watching it unfold as if it were all happening to someone else. She'd felt as if she had no control over any of it.

But she had control over this. She felt the power she had over Zander as she dared to whisper, "Slower."

And Zander responded, thrusts becoming slower and deeper, hitting just the right spot.

Layla moaned, kissing Zander with her arms wrapped more tightly around his neck, angling her hips toward him to take every inch of him.

And when she felt her climax growing teasingly closer, she whispered, "Faster, Zander, please, go faster."

Zander growled in her ear, his breath coming in heavy pants as he followed her command. Scared she might claw his flesh, Layla removed her arms from his neck and gripped the edge of the counter instead, holding on for dear life as he slammed inside her over and over, making her scream with pleasure.

"Fuck! Zander, harder, please, harder!"

They were lost in each other, Zander following her every command without question.

And when he whispered in her ear, "Cum with me, baby," she did just that.

Feeling his cock throbbing hard inside her, Layla came, her pussy squeezing him so tightly that he was forced to stop moving.

She felt his essence fill her up, biting her lip with the pleasure of it as she offered up one final moan.

Zander leaned his head against her shoulder, his face nuzzled into her neck as he quivered with the effort of his own climax.

Layla wrapped her arms around him again, not yet ready for him to pull out. She wished this moment would last a lifetime, worried for what might come when they both came down from their pleasure.

Things had been rocky enough between them already. She wanted this high to last.

"Thank you," Zander whispered, startling her enough to pull back.

"What for?" she asked, scowling at him, confused.

"You have no idea how much I needed you," he said, stroking a stray strand of hair from her face so he could look deep into her eyes.

"You did all of the work," Layla pointed out, her stomach fluttering to remember how many times he had just made her climax. "I should be the one thanking you."

Zander smiled at that and delicately kissed the tip of her nose. "It was my pleasure," he assured her. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Layla's insides turned to butterflies. She bit the inside of her lip to stop from suggesting they do just that.

As if Zander sensed where her mind had gone, he suggested, "How about we eat first? You need to keep your strength up."

He laid his hand on her stomach then and Layla's heart melted. She had never felt such caring consideration from anyone before.

"I'm not sure I could make it back to the dining room," she admitted.

"I can help with that," Zander smirked. "Hold on to me."

She had no choice but to do so as he picked her up once more and started to carry her back to the dining room.

When he placed her on her feet beside her chair, they both took only a moment to correct their clothing before sitting down.

"Lemonade?" Zander asked, picking up the jug as innocently as if they hadn't just fucked in the bathroom. Blushing, Layla nodded.

She had barely taken a sip of the drink he'd poured for her before the doorbell rang, blowing away the heady cloud of bliss that lingered in Layla's head.

"I'll get it," Zander offered, but Layla was already on her way to the door.

"No, I'll go. My legs could use a little stretching after…" she trailed off, blushing. The memory of what had just happened didn't just linger in her mind, but in her limbs and her womanhood too. Everything felt so deliciously sore, and for the first time in a long time, she was in a good mood. Nothing could dampen it.

On her way past him, she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back."

It felt a little odd but also right, almost as if they were a proper married couple for the first time since they'd actually tied the knot. Maybe there was something to be gained from the consummation of a marriage after all.

Half-hoping that whoever was on the other side of her door was human and wouldn't be able to smell what they had just been up to, she gave her hair and makeup a quick glance in the hallway mirror before answering.

The second she did, she had to bite back a groan. There was only one reason Sally from down the street would be knocking on her door—gossip. Either she wanted it or she had some to spill.

"Hi Layla, I hope I'm not catching you and the mister at a bad time," Sally said, flipping her blonde hair back and craning her neck to look past Layla as if to get a glimpse of Zander. She couldn't really blame her; Zander was drop-dead-gorgeous. She could finally admit that now that he was hers, but it also made her hate the way some of the other she-wolves of the pack looked at him—the ones like Sally, the nosy neighbor who knew everyone's business because she was always either in it or causing it.

"We were just about to have dinner," Layla admitted, pursing her lips to stop from smiling and clenching her thighs as she thought of the fact that Zander had already eaten her like she was the sweetest dessert he had ever tasted.

Sally scowled at Layla and cocked her head a little as if she had heard her thoughts. Then, instead of making any comment on what she could likely smell, she said, "Well, you might lose your appetite a little when you learn what I have to say."

Layla gulped. She already didn't like where this was headed. "Maybe you shouldn't say it, then?"

Sally's scowl deepened. "Fine, I won't tell you that Christian is back in town."

And just like that, Layla's good mood was shattered.