Strong sexual content advisory. M/F vanilla, oral
9. Damn the Torpedoes
Alcide promised himself that he wouldn't do anything to her that she would regret later. Marrok demanded more, but Alcide, furious with his wolf for harming Sky, subsumed him ruthlessly. He had never fought the wolf before. Never pushed him away, never tried to control him as most of the weres did.
But he felt only cold fury toward the wolf now. As he held Sky's pliant, trembling body in his arms, he knew how very close he had come to losing her. And all because of his wolf and its blind hatred.
He ignored Marrok's howling and held Sky. But he tried one more time. He knew that he would have to face the consequences if he didn't have the strength to back out. "Sky, I-"
Her fingers touched his lips and she stared at them with the same wonder she'd been looking at him with since leaving the cell after patching 'Antonia's' arm. "I may never have another chance to experience this, Alcide... to really see you, to sense everything about you in such perfect detail. Please?" Her sweet blue eyes were filled with a depth of longing and a plea that stole his resolve like a tornado whisking a feather away.
He groaned and buried his face in her neck, dragging in the sweet scent of her skin and the perfume of her hair. His lips found hers again and his hand reached down to pull her hips against his. He could barely restrain himself as he tugged at her shirt, lifting the black men's uniform shirt over her head.
She back away long enough to let him take her shirt off, but was instantly back, pawing eagerly at his own shirt with trembling fingers.
"Relax," he said softly against the skin directly beneath her ear, before kissing her there lightly. "We have all the time we want."
She shivered and he smiled, nipping lightly at her neck. Her hands had transferred to his hair, and he found their touch as sweet as the apple pie she'd ordered at Merlotte's. He found the juncture of her neck and shoulder and teased it lightly with his teeth. She rewarded him with a moan, clinging to him as if he were the lone anchor in a maelstrom.
Picking her up, he abandoned all hope of turning away from her now. He dropped her on the bed, her form strangely slender and yet voluptuous, with a narrow waist and wide hips that begged to be caressed and kissed and touched.
He followed her onto the bed, kissing up her bare belly and past her as-yet-clothed breasts, peeking out of the plain satin bra she was wearing. One rosy nipple invited his lips, but he ignored it, returning to kiss her deeply as he used one of his thighs to press her legs apart.
Her leg wrapped around him and he groaned as it opened up her heat and he pressed unerringly against it.
Uninhibited for the first time since he had met her, she pressed eagerly up and against him, whimpering. He ground himself against her, frustrated by the clothes between them and yet wanting to prolong the experience for them both.
She tried again for his shirt, but he caught her hands with his and pulled them away from his body, trapping them against the bed. She arched and twisted against him, her motions unpracticed and entirely lacking in any artifice.
Marrok howled, and Alcide ignored him, closing him away from the experience.
Alcide rubbed against her in a long, slow stroke, as if he were inside her instead of clothed against her. Her eyes met his and he found them to be two smoky pools of molten blue desire. The scent of sexual arousal lingered in the air and her hair billowed across the bedspread of the king's guest room like a brown cloak on an emerald sea.
He released her hands and rolled onto his side, tugging her pants unsnapped and sliding them away. Simple satin panties in a french cut matched the bra she wore. The plain, unadorned satin was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
The scent of her arousal was even stronger now, sweet and light and loaded with pheromones. It lingered on the air like the promise of a new day and he leaned forward to kiss her belly as she whimpered again and curvetted toward him like a prancing filly in a field.
He growled and reached under her to find her bra strap. He was fortunate to find that it was a simple eye hook, though his fingers—far larger than any woman's—fumbled to separate the confounded instrument.
When her breasts fell free, he pounced on them to lathe them with kisses and nibbles, until he found one nipple and drew it into his mouth. She gasped and squirmed again and he was struck anew at how fresh and unpracticed her wriggling was.
He pressed her legs apart again and slid his leg between them, pleased when she once more threw her free leg over his waist and shifted and pressed against him, her heat and wetness easily penetrating through his jeans as he moved to the other breast to knead and press and lick that one as well. Her breasts were deliciously full and round, rising proudly from her body even as she lay on her back.
The sounds of her moans drove him to distraction, and he had everything he could do not to strip him and her and lunge inside her. She started to pull again at his shirt, and he finally relented. He rose and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor.
Her eyes devoured him with a bald, unvarnished lust that gave him that burst of sheer masculine satisfaction again. As he knelt back down on the bed and moved toward her, she reached out to him with a look so close to reverence on her face that he bit his lip with the beauty of it. She sat up slightly, leaning on one elbow, pulling his face to hers for a kiss with the other. As he lay on top of her, she touched him, her hands exploring and searching and learning. Her touch was divinity itself and he thought it fitting that she was shaped like the Greek Goddess statues of old—but fortunately for him, with larger breasts.
He pulled away to seek them again, so sensual all by themselves. She groaned and pushed him until he gave in and rolled to his side. She pushed again until he was on his back, and he found himself straddled and not in the least sorry. It was that much easier to fondle her, running his hand down her sides and across her hips, then back up to cup the breasts that spilled out of his fingers. Her hands were running over his chest and belly, occassionally in his way as he explored her curves and discovered the sweetness of her body.
She wriggled off of him, reaching for his pants, but he knew that he couldn't withstand the desire to be inside her without them. He grabbed her arms and tugged them behind her, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding her arms with one hand while he pulled her face down for a kiss that soon trailed down her writhing body.
He picked her up by the waist and dropped her back on the bed, tugging her panties down and dropping them god-knew-where without even noticing. He was surprised to find that she was neatly trimmed, and couldn't help but smile. He should have known, with her fastidious nature in everything else.
She suffered a sudden bout of insecurity and he negligently pushed her hands away, running his hands up her thighs to the apex of her mons. She gasped and writhed, her hands tangling in the green comforter as she shook her head.
"Alcide, I..." whatever she was going to say was lost as he leaned forward and licked her, her objection turning into a half whimper, half wail.
Her hips bucked up to meet his face and somewhere inside him, Marrok stopped howling.
She was slightly sweet but mostly without taste, just skin and slick lubrication. He teased the flesh aside to delve inside and was gratified as she bucked and tossed against him, her legs closing against his head without her notice. He pushed her legs open, then used his fingers to open her up to his tongue, drawing back to look and let cool air circulate before he drew his tongue up it in a long, hot lick that made her gasp and buck and twist.
He used his finger to pull her hood back before flickering his tongue against her clitoris and sucking on it, causing her to tremble and cry out almost in time with his touch. She was grinding against his face, her body convulsing as she whimpered again, her gasps coming faster and faster as he sped up his ministrations.
When she cried out, a muffled, almost pained sound and he knew she had reached orgasm, he pulled back slightly so that she would not become over-stimulated. Instead, he slid a finger inside of her. She was so slickly lubricated that it entered without the least bit of resistance at all. He immediately found the spot he was looking for and pressed against it.
She gasped and cried out again, and he moved up her body, keeping his finger inside of her and teasing that sweet spot. He nuzzled at her breasts and she gasped and curled her fingers in his hair so tightly that it brought a welcome pain with it. She seemed to realize immediately, letting go and finding a grip that didn't hurt him.
He drew his finger out and she whimpered again, her body curving in an attempt to reclaim it. He couldn't believe how responsive she was, and instead of driving it back in again, he teased her, play lightly in and out at the entrance until she wrapped a leg around him as if that could draw him back inside.
He gave her what she wanted that time, thrusting back into her and teasing her g-spot again, until she was panting and moaning again nearly in time to his motions. Then he went back down to lick and tease at her clitoris again. She arched and orgasmed and he found himself sprayed with clear liquid as she did. He continued to tease her as she came again and again until it tapered off.
Then he kissed back up her body, standing up to undo his pants and let them fall to the floor. He slid along her body as she reached for him, her eyes languid and welcoming. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid up her body and she was warm and willing and hot. When he tried to slide himself inside her, he found her to be so wet that he couldn't get himself into the right spot. Reaching down, he finally guided himself, frustrated.
When he entered her, it was everything his fevered imagination had told him it would be and more. She was hot and wet and tight and fit him as if she'd been made for him. She cried out as he entered her, a soft sound that repeated as he drove into her again. He had to stop for a moment. He hadn't been with a woman for long enough that he found himself already on the precipice. And he wanted to prolong the moment for them both, not shoot off on the first stroke like a virgin.
But she squirmed under him, pulling and reaching and more beautiful than anything he'd ever imagined. He moved again, grinding his teeth and trying to think of anything but what he was doing else he embarrass himself.
"Oh god... Alcide... you are... too... perfect..." she panted as he thrust in and out, the sound of their bodies coming together and their hoarse breathing reverberating in the room.
He kissed her, gratified and surprised by the praise. It wasn't something he'd heard before. He leaned forward and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning on his elbows so that their bodies rubbed as he thrust into her.
"You feel like you were made for me," he told her softly and picked up his pace.
She met him thrust for thrust, and he thrilled at how alive and responsive she was. But then she stopped him and it took a few moments of jockeying around before he realized she wanted to be on top.
"Far be it from me to stop you if you want to ride," he told her with a grin.
She smirked at him and her hair fell in a cascade across his chest as she drew him back into her body. She shifted around, and he felt her all around him. Then he couldn't help himself as her breasts rippled and bounced and he had to feel them in his hands. He almost lost control as she grabbed his hands and used them for leverage to ride him harder, pressing his hands against her breasts with her own.
When she let go and put her hands on his chest, he grabbed her hips and guided her into a forward and backward curve instead of straight up and down. She gasped as the new action rubbed her clitoris and he again almost lost his focus as she enthusiastically took up the new motion. It was hot as hell to see her using him for her own gratification without apology or expectation. As she lost herself in the sexual delight, her eyelids dropped and he was certain he had never seen anything more delicious in his entire life.
When she came again, her body jerking forward and her hair falling over him, he was only instants behind her, the convulsions of her body around him more than he could withstand. She sat on him, looking down at him, her lips swollen from his kissed and her breasts heaving as she panted, and he wanted to stay just like that for the rest of his life.
But she collapsed on him a moment later, and he rolled her over onto her back, not breaking the contact between their bodies.
"Sky, I hope you're not going to regret-"
She cut him off with a finger to his lips. She pulled him down and kissed him. When she let him go, he pulled away, still concerned.
"We aren't done, are we?" It sounded almost plaintive, while it sounded demanding at the same time.
He let a slow grin seep across his face. "Not unless you want to be," he told her.
"I think I'm supposed to be over it at some point," she said. "But if it feels this good, I might never be done."
At those simple words, he was hard again, so he proved to her that they were far from 'done', at least for that night. It might be the only one he got with her, once she realized what he had done. He'd be damned if he was going to waste it.