24. Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Z oya

I slowly open my eyes, my heart pounding as I take in the sight. His cock, thick and pulsing with desire, rests in my hand, and the heat of his skin transfers to me, setting fire to my nerve endings. Every detail is illuminated in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window, casting a mesmerizing glimmer over his rigid length.

The veins along his shaft stand out in stark relief, a network of blue lines that seem to pulse with the same rhythm as my own heartbeat. My fingers curl around him, feeling the smoothness of his skin contrasted with the hardness underneath. A riot of sensations flies through me, causing my channel to clench and my nipples to ache for contact.

I marvel at the way he responds to my touch, a low growl escaping his throat as I explore further. His response only fuels my desire, a primal instinct awakening within me as I revel in the power I wield over him.

As I continue to stroke him, my gaze travels up his body, taking in the planes and angles of his chest, the thick pelt at his shoulders, the intensity in his silver gaze as it meets mine, the tousled hair that falls across his brow,. There is a wildness there, a primitive hunger that speaks to the wolven nature within him, and I feel a thrill of excitement at being so close to such a feral force.

“This?” I ask when I encounter the plump, hard ball of flesh at the base. “Is this the… surprise?”

He’s not human, I remind myself. This is who he is, and I love him despite, maybe because of his differences.

“Yes.”

Do I already know him well enough to read his emotions by that single syllable? Does he wonder if I’m shocked? Repulsed? Ready to run screaming from his apartment into the streets of the Zone and beyond?

To calm his unspoken fear, I examine it with one tender fingertip.

“My knot,” he explains, his voice already back to its normal timbre.

“Does it…?” Blin! Is my voice rising in fear? I want him to know I accept all of him, but is that thick thing, much bigger around than his cock, supposed to fit inside me?

“Does it go inside you, Zoya? It could, if you want it to. It happens when a couple mates. It’s more… intimate, more meaningful than regular sex. It never has to happen between us.”

He pauses, hesitating, then continues. “When a wolven finds his soulbound mate, the knot will swell even more, locking the two together. But you’re human, so I’m not sure it can happen.”

He’s gently put my fears to rest, which is all I need to know at the moment. Now that he’s addressed my concerns, what I’m consumed with is that pretty, pearly drop of pre-cum pooling in his little slit.

I almost ask for permission, but that’s not who we are. Lash and I are forging a new relationship—nothing like what I’ve experienced in the past. I don’t have to ask this male for permission. He’s made it perfectly clear he’s willing to give me everything I want.

I lean to taste him but pause, glorying in the beauty of his male staff. As I breathe deep I remind myself this is Lash, my Lash. He smells like loam and musk and he’s looking at me with indulgence, as though he can wait all day.

Using my tongue, I flick at the tiny slit, tasting his essence as he releases a soft wolf-like whine of pleasure. He’s gripping the spread. Even in this moment, he’s mindful not to grab me, so I can stay in control.

Lapping at his seed, I hunt for more with the tip of my tongue, learning the taste of him, loving the salty tang as I acquaint myself with every aspect of this otherworldly male.

His hands loosen their grip on the spread to explore my body, tracing soft patterns with his claws on my back that make me feel cherished.

Perhaps Lash dives deeper into his animal origins as he becomes aroused. His words have died, turning into growls and moans and chuffs. When I flicker my tongue at the little triangle on the rim of his cockhead, he whines in pleasure. It’s as though the wolf side of him takes over some of his movements and higher thought.

My fingers continue to stroke him, feeling the pulse of life underneath my fingertips. It’s like touching nature itself—raw, primal, unfettered energy.