14. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Amelia

T he first tear slipped out from under my lid before I even realised it.

"Amelia? Oh, sweet thing, are you all right? Shit. Shhh." Desmond stopped stroking my breast and gently dragged me into a hug, making sure, I noticed, not to touch me with his dick.

I couldn't speak for the few minutes it took me to work through my feelings. How did I deserve someone like him?

Desmond wasn't trying to talk me into it, I could tell. I was sure if I said ‘Okay, no, not happening' he'd simply get up, get dressed, and leave. But that was the last thing I wanted. My body was burning up. And here he was, making sure I felt safe enough to tell him what I wanted from him .

Why the heck are you crying then?

"My sweet, sweet Amelia. I've got you, okay? Let it all out, sweet thing." He kept up a steady stream of whispers, smoothing my hair off my face and holding me close.

"Sorry, I—" Before I could say another word, strong fingers took hold of my chin and pushed it upwards.

"No, sweet thing. This stops now," Desmond told me in a stern voice, giving me the matching intent glare. "You stop apologising for your feelings this very minute. Okay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

Oh my God, why is stern Big Bad Wolf so hot?

"If you start crying then that's exactly what you need. I want you to stop invalidating your own feelings, Mia. Besides, it was you who told me that a good cry helped, remember?" Leaning in, he pecked a kiss on my lips.

I followed him when he moved away, slinging my arms around his neck to get his mouth where I wanted it. He paused for a heartbeat, before opening for me and meeting my tongue halfway.

"Want you so much," I murmured into the kiss, hoping he would understand me. "Get the condom. "

I never said that word out loud before, I realised. How on earth had I managed sex and contraception before?

"We don't have to," he began, but broke off in a low groan.

I'd thrown my leg over his hips, bringing my wet core to his knot. "Yeah, we do. Come on, Big Bad Wolf," I urged him on, cringing only a little at my commanding tone.

He palmed the back of my head, blunt claws digging into my scalp and kissed me fiercely for a long moment. Then he let go abruptly, disentangled his body from mine and quickly snatched one of the condoms from my bedside table.

When he'd suited up, he lowered his bulk between my legs. Taking hold of himself, he rubbed the head of his dick over my skin, slicking the rubber before slipping the first inch inside .

The first of how many?

"Oh fuuck, Mia," he whined, his snout burrowing into the crook of my neck and sounding every bit like the oversized puppy he was. "You feel so fucking good, sweet thing."

Sweet thing, I like that . Stop thinking, Mia. There's a wolf dick in you!

Crap.

My muscles clenched at the mere idea of him flashing through my brain. I forced them to relax, breathing through my nose and trying to keep my focus on what I was feeling.

"That's it, sweet thing, let me in."

I did. My body softened around his dick and he slid in another inch, maybe more.

It's hard to tell. Pun intended.

Shut up!

"I think they left out this part of the fairy tale when they read it to me as a kid." Desmond's grin had that maniacal edge to it again, and I chuckled, hissing when my pelvic floor contracted around him.

"Oh my, what a big dick you have," I whispered. It was already easier.

Maybe I just need practice?

"The better to stretch you with, Little Red Riding Hood."

Oh shit, his feral snarling voice got me even more hot and bothered.

"What did you call me earlier? Big Bad Wolf?" He accentuated his words with deep thrusts, bringing his knot flush with my skin every time.

"Give me all of you," I challenged him.

Desmond hummed. "Are you sure, sweet thing? I'm huge."

"I'm adaptable," I shot back, making him snort.

"Oh, yes. That you are." Carefully rolling his hips against mine, he pressed his knot in to get me to stretch. Then he stopped to give me time to adjust and raised his body up so he could look me in the face. "Do you know that I'll lock us together when I come in you? I won't be able to pull out for about twenty minutes."

"Yeah, I know."

That particular Kraken search had been…enlightening.

"Do you still want it?"

A shiver ran through my body at his earnest gaze.

"Yes, I want it."

One side of his muzzle curled up in a slow smile. "Look at you using your words with me, snowflake. Well done. I promise you won't regret it, either. You deserve a reward for being such a fast learner. What do you think? "

A reward? What kind of reward?

"Uh-huh? I do?"

"Oh yes, I'd say so." Resting his weight next to me on the bed on one forearm, he returned to my nipple.

The good one.

Rolling it between furry fingertips for a moment, then he dipped his head and brought his lips around it, licking and sucking me. "That's better than gold stars, hmm?" Desmond hummed with my breast still in his mouth.

"Better," I agreed.

He lavished the sensitive tip, suckling me into a frenzy and— oh —getting my core to stretch for his knot, I realised when I felt him slide all the way in.

"Oh my God!" I snapped, eyes flying open as he zapped every last nerve ending in me to life. The bulbous mass pressed into erogenous zones I never even knew I had, massaging me from the freaking inside out with each gentle roll of his bulky hips.

"That's what I was talking about, sweet thing," he rumbled in a distractingly calm undertone, relentlessly moving inside me. It was only when I met his gaze that I understood how difficult it was for him to keep in control. His face was set, the muzzle scrunched up and tense from grinding his teeth.

"Feels good?" The two words were merely a gasping breath in the air between us. Not that I was able to articulate myself any more than Desmond .

"Mmh," was all I could get out. Good didn't even come close to what I was feeling. This was life changing sex, lovemaking, whatever this was, it was big.

Not just his knot.

Resting his forehead against my shoulder, he sped up his movements, growls rumbling in his chest.

"Watching is a bad idea, but fuck, Mia. I can't look away, you're so perfect." His fingertips whispered reverently over the stretch marks on my breasts, my stomach, my hips, before taking a firm hold of my thigh.

"Perfect," he repeated, pushing my leg outward to make more room, to grind even deeper into me.

"More," I groaned, hooking my other leg over his. I might be unable to watch, but feeling his firm glutes moving under my knee with every thrust had to be second best.

"More?" Without lifting his head, I felt his tongue curl around my nipple. "How? Deeper? Harder? Faster?" Desmond underlined each word with a demonstration.

"All of it! Oh fuck." The last whisper had been barely audible even to my own ear, but he'd heard it.

"Hearing profanities from your lips is so hot. Knowing that you have no other words left, only curses." He spread me even wider still and sped up, holding me in place as he fucked me into my mattress.

Keeping my knee glued to his bum and slinging my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer, trying to get him under my skin or crawl under his. It was the only place I wanted to be.

"Yes, Mia, I want you to fuck me, too. Take what you need from me. All yours," he moaned, his forehead burrowing into my collarbone. "I'm all yours."

Not even a curse sufficed for what came next. For when I came. Crying out as the seal broke and pure pleasure flooded my brain. I wrapped my body around him, holding him like a freaking sloth baby its mother. I couldn't find it in me to care.

Nothing mattered but his hips snapping forward one more time, burying his dick in me.

Desmond came with a whimpering grunt—a sound unlike any other I'd ever heard or made—and filled me with so much warm cum I felt it even through the condom.

Raising his head from my shoulder, he cupped half of my face, blindly searching for my mouth.

He's as desperate as I am.

Then his lips found mine in a tender, sloppy kiss, a whine of relief humming in the deep chest. I mirrored it, needing him to know I felt the same, that what we had just done had shifted the course of my world, too.

He kept his hips firmly between my thighs, steadying me against him with one hand when he rolled us around. A chuckle vibrated through my body at the haphazard movements with which he covered me with the blanket, half throwing it over my limbs, his own appearing to resemble lead at this point.

"Okay?"

I hummed happily, pressing my ear deeper into his chest and chasing his heartbeat; a powerful thrumming against his ribs.