Bad Wolf’s Not-Apology
BAD WOLF’S NOT-APOLOGY
L ater that night, I lie awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Every time I close my eyes, I’m back at that well, as if I had lived through the horror right alongside the others. It had felt so real that I still smell the dankness of the stone walls closing around me.
The door creaks as it opens, and I twist on the mattress to see who’s coming, expecting it to be Tris. Instead, Haut slips through the door, the moonlight coming through the window dancing along his bare chest and the low-hanging sweats he wears.
“Oh, nu-uh.” I sit up in bed. “Don’t you come slinking in here after you betrayed me today. I’m still mad at you. ”
“Uh-huh.” He pushes down his pants and stalks toward me, gloriously nude.
I grip the blanket to restrain the urge to grab for his fine body. “Unless your next step is to shift into a wolf and sleep on my feet, you can just turn yourself around.”
Not pleased with my suggestion, Haut growls in his throat. “I heard what you and Delilah spoke about.”
“And you think eavesdropping earns you points?” I struggle to hold on to the blanket, but he snatches it from my hands with ease. “Don’t you dare get in bed with—Umph.”
The air escapes my lungs as Haut pounces on top of me, his big body pinning me down with those broad shoulders and lean hips that always shove reason out the window.
He leans down to nudge his nose against mine. “Are you okay?”
I cross my eyes to glare at him. “Don’t go being sweet when I’m mad.”
“I’m sorry I don’t want you to get in trouble with the Paranormal Council,” he murmurs against my lips.
Heat rushes through my body, igniting a fire within me that has nothing to do with anger, and I squirm beneath him. “That’s not an actual apology.”
“Guess I’ll have to be more convincing then,” he growls, and damn if his voice alone doesn’t do things to me.
Haut pulls the blanket over us before he moves down my body, disappearing under the covers.
“Hey!” I protest, but it’s half-hearted at best, anticipation replacing my annoyance with him.
Aggravating man that he is, he ignores me as he pushes up my sleeping shirt to nuzzle at my stomach. The sudden contact makes me gasp, and my muscles contract. His tongue darts out, licking my belly button before moving lower.
I clench my legs together, determined to make him work for it. If he wants forgiveness, he’s going to have to earn it.
Undeterred, Haut presses his lips to my clit over my underwear and growls, the sensation causing warmth to pool between my thighs. His hot breath adds to the heat as he mouths at me through the thin piece of cotton, teasing and tormenting me. His tongue slides along the crease of my thighs, and my legs tremble with the need to part and give him access .
“Damn you,” I gasp. “This is a dirty way of begging for forgiveness.”
“It’s about to get dirtier.” He grips me behind the knees, spreading my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders as he settles in, making it clear he’s got all night to worship and coax forgiveness from me with his mouth.
He nuzzles against my center, growling in approval. “This part of you doesn’t seem all that upset.”
I smack the top of his head through the blanket. “Don’t talk to my vagina.”
“Why not?” He kisses and licks me through the dampening fabric, and his tongue pushes at the center, teasing me. “We’re having a good conversation.”
“Stop that!” I command, half-laughing, half-moaning. “Just get to work!”
Haut presses his mouth right over my clit and growls, the vibrations surging through my body. “Does this mean you forgive me?”
“Fine! Yes!” At this point, I’m desperate to feel him without the barrier of my underwear. “Now get these off and stop talking!”
“About damn time,” he purrs, shoving my legs toward my chest to pull my panties to my knees before removing them.
His hot breath warms my center before his mouth closes over me. He sucks on my swollen folds, and I bite my lip to stifle my moans. When his tongue pushes inside me, thrusting and licking, sparks dance along my nerves.
Gasping, I reach under the blanket to bury my hands in his soft hair, urging him to continue as my thoughts scatter with pleasure.
While his tongue continues to work its magic, Haut’s fingers join in, sliding deeper into me and curling in just the right way. The combination sends shockwaves through my body, and I can’t hold back my moans of encouragement.
My vision fills with stars as the pleasure builds, pushing me over the edge, and I come apart beneath his skilled touch.
Haut presses a gentle kiss to my still-trembling inner thigh before lowering my legs to the bed and crawling up my body, pushing my shirt higher. He pauses to worship my breasts, taking one of the small mounds into his mouth. A shiver courses through me at the sensation of his warm tongue circling my nipple.
I shift restlessly on the mattress, rubbing my calves against his hairy legs. He finishes undressing me, tossing my shirt aside before he captures my parted lips in a filthy kiss, and I taste my desire on his tongue. My fingers thread through his dark brown hair, pulling him closer.
His hard cock rubs through my slick folds, the hot shaft grazing my sensitive clit with each pass. The electricity between us grows stronger, sparking a deep, insistent hunger within me. I arch my hips, begging for more.
Haut pulls back and rolls me onto my stomach with a warm hand at the small of my back, placing a pillow under my hips to elevate them. The scent of our arousal fills the room as his large body presses against my back, pinning me in place.
“My bad puppy,” he growls against my ear. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
His cock notches against my entrance, teasing but not pushing in. His restraint is both maddening and intoxicating as he places tender kisses on my neck and shoulders, each one hotter than the last. I moan and squirm beneath him, desperate for more.
“Patience,” he breathes against my throat like a caress. “You’ll get what you need. Let me take care of you.”
He thrusts into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of his invasion. It’s a stretch I’ll never get enough of, and I gasp at the intensity.
Leaning in close, he whispers into my ear, “I’m going to knot you and stay inside you all night.”
I clench around him, my body responding to his promise.
When Haut bottoms out inside me, he stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. Then, with aching slowness, he reaches beneath me, finding my clit and massaging it in little circles that make my toes curl. He kisses and sucks on my neck, leaving a trail of heated marks in his wake.
“Come for me again,” he urges, his voice commanding.
The sensation builds, and my inner muscles clench and release around his thick shaft as another orgasm rushes through me like an avalanche. All I can do is ride the wave, lost in the pleasure Haut has given me.
“So good for me.” His teeth scrape against my neck, his breath warm on my flushed skin. He shifts, planting his hands on the mattress on either side of my head. “Ready for more?”
I whimper in response, my muscles still quivering.
His hips press against me as he moves inside my body with languid rocks, drawing my orgasm out. The sensation leaves me breathless, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me like a lifeline. Desperate for more contact, I rise onto my knees and push back to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
He grasps my hips, his fingers pressing into my flanks as his pace quickens. Every nerve ending in my body sparks with magic, the connection between us crackling like lightning. The room fills with the sounds of our passion, our breaths mingling, the slap of skin against skin, and our moans of pleasure creating an intoxicating magic I never want to end.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“More,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound. “I need more.”
With a growl, he bites my shoulder, sending a tingling sensation down my spine as another orgasm approaches, threatening to consume me. I drown in the waves of pleasure, unable to tell where one ends and the next begins.
“Come with me,” Haut orders.
His words are like a spell, and I can’t resist their pull. I let go, spiraling into ecstasy as he thrusts deep, his hips flush to mine. The pressure builds inside me as his knot swells, stretching my limits as his body locks within mine.
I moan, my inner muscles trying to squeeze him tighter.
“You feel so incredible,” he groans, his cock pulsing inside me, flooding my womb with hot cum.
My body trembles from the aftershocks, my mind reeling from the intensity of it all.
As we come down from our high, Haut’s arm scoops under my hips, holding me tight as he eases us onto our sides. His body spoons around mine, protecting me in his embrace.
I twist to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting the remnants of our passion on his tongue. “I’m still mad at you, but now I’m too melty to fight.”
He chuckles against my lips. “Then I’ll just have to try harder on the next round.”
“Nope. I’m kicking you out as soon as you unknot me.”
“Is that so?” He cups my breast, tweaking my nipple. “I bet I can change your mind again.”
Another shudder rolls through me, and I clench around his knot. “Bad wolf.”
He nuzzles the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Are you feeling better? ”
The question reminds me of why I was still awake to begin with. “Not yet.”
“Got it.” His hand moves down my stomach and thick fingers push between my folds. “Then I’ll keep your mind too occupied to think of anything.”
I moan, not sure I have more orgasms in me, but it takes less than twenty minutes for his knot to unlock, and by then, I’m too mindless with pleasure to kick him out of bed.