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I can’t cave to a primitive desire, though I’ve never felt this need before. I’ve never allowed myself to get close enough to a man, let alone had any of the feelings that devastate me in the presence of the werewolves. Just as I push my feelings aside, the shifter speaks. Startling me with his low, baritone command. “Suck.”
My eyes shoot to his in shock as he strokes himself. I watch his large hand grip his cock and slowly wrap around the top, spreading the precum around his head. My mouth waters at the sight, and my entire body wants to pounce at the invitation to take him into my mouth. But I can’t believe what I’ve heard. This goes against everything I know. I stare back at him in disbelief.
His eyes narrow and an urge to bow to him pushes me to the ground. The heavy weight shoots a sharp pain through my body, making me wince and moan beneath him. In an instant the feelings are gone and his large, rough hand cups my chin, tilting my head to look at him. His eyes search mine for a moment, and I have no idea what to do other than to look back into his icy blue gaze. A moment passes between us. His eyes pierce into mine and my heart pounds over and over again. My body warms at his touch. Instead of fear, I feel warmth and comfort. I feel a longing I can’t explain. There’s an intense pull of lust and desire.
His thumb rests against my lower lip before pushing into my mouth. I easily part for him and gently suck. A low groan of approval reverberates off the walls. I close my eyes, enjoying the taste of him in my mouth and feel encouraged with his approval. He pulls his hand away far too soon and I immediately miss his touch. He strokes himself again, just inches from my lowered body.
His hand fists the hair at the base of my neck and he gently pulls me toward him. The slight pain is directly linked to the throbbing need in my now-soaked pussy. Everything about him seems forbidden and mysterious. It’s so fucking hot. His half-hooded eyes follow my tongue as I lick my lips. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never wanted to, either. But looking between his heated gaze and his massive cock, I can’t help the lust heating every inch of me. I whimper in need, clenching my thighs.
What’s wrong with me? I’m only vaguely conscious of how it’s all unfolded. Something’s not right and yet in this moment, all I need is him.
His grip on me loosens as I lower my lips to his dick. I take a languid lick of his rigid cock before taking the head in my mouth. It’s difficult to do, but I relax my jaw and ease him in with my lips shielding my teeth. He’s far too big for me to get much of him in my mouth, but I work his shaft with my hand as I obey him and suck and swallow as much as I can. I may not have experience, but I’m not that naïve. I know what he wants and I’m more than willing to give it to him.
The taste of his precum is salty and sweet. I release his dick with a pop and lick the head, dipping the tip of my tongue into his seam at the top. His leg twitches at the act and a low, strangled groan leaves his lips. My cheeks heat as I blush.
This is really happening. My heart races.
His intense blue eyes stare back at me with lust, and his full lips are parted as his breath leaves him in shallow pants. I feel scandalous to be doing such an act. But I love the power it gives me to see that I can have a man of such authority and dominance lost in the pleasure I give him. I moan around his cock as his hand gently caresses my neck. He’s letting me go at my own pace as I move up and down his length.
I close my eyes, enjoying the taste of him, the sounds of desire, the feel of his hands on me. It’s surreal that I’m doing this. Especially with him. A werewolf. Shame hits me as I realize I don’t even know his name. The recognition wakes me from the lust-filled haze. I instantly let go of him and push away, covering my swollen lips with my hand, scooting back in the dirt on my ass until my back is pushed against the hard rock. What the fuck is wrong with me? His eyes widen and flash with a hint of anger, making me instinctually recoil.
When he sees my reaction he schools his features. He looks down at his still-hard dick and then back at me with confusion. “Did I hurt you?” I slowly shake my head, wondering how he thought he hurt me. “Why have you stopped?”
“I—” I look down at my dirty jeans and stutter. My cheeks flame with embarrassment. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Luke.” His statement comes out hard and he’s obviously still confused. “You’re Emma.” How does he know my name? As if reading my mind, he answers, “I went through your things.”
Oh. I suppose it’s good that he at least knows my name. I attempt to give him a small smile, but I fail. Instead tears burn my eyes, threatening to reveal themselves and I have no idea why. I’m so confused and I feel lost. This isn’t what I wanted and it’s nothing like what I’d planned. A thick lump grows in my throat, and my chest hurts so much I have to push my hand against it in hope of relieving some of the pressure.
“There’s something wrong with me. I want to go home.” I can hardly believe my own words. They come out without my consent. I’ve wanted the chance to speak openly to werewolves for as long as I can remember, but I’ve lost the courage. I can’t find it in me to even look back at the shifter.
“We’ll be home tomorrow.” My eyes widen and dart to his, and I start frantically shaking my head.
“No I need to go back home. To my home. I can’t do this.” My head continues to shake, denying reality. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Please let me go. I’ll find my way on my own.” My panicked voice rises as hysteria sets in.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
I stare at him with disbelief and then a tinge of fear. “I don’t want to stay here anymore.” The anger returns to his eyes and I instantly regret my words. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” He nearly sneers the words. But his expression gives me the impression that he really wants to know.
“I just wanted to talk to you. I didn’t mean for this.” My voice trails off as I motion in the air between us.
“Do you only want Owen then?” I stare at him open-mouthed. The shame returns with a vengeance. I mumble my words to the floor as tears fall down my face. “This isn’t what I came here for. I don’t do this.” I wipe my face and sniffle before looking into the beast’s eyes, knowing I’ve fucked up badly. “I’ve never done this before. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’m sorry I offended you.”
“I know.”
“You know what?”
“That you haven’t done this before. I can tell.” His words crush the last bit of strength that I had. I thought he was enjoying it…I didn’t realize I was so bad that he could tell I didn’t know what I was doing. My voice catches as I try to respond, so I just slam my mouth shut. This wasn’t a part of my plan. “Why are you so upset?”
“I’m sorry.” I’m a blubbering fool. I’m so damn humiliated. “Please just leave me here.”
“No.”
He’s not going to let me go. The realization hits me and tears prick at the back of my eyes. I regret my decision to follow them.
“Stop crying.” I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling through blurred vision, not knowing what to do or how to control myself. All I know is that I’m not okay. “I don’t like it when you cry.” I focus on my breathing and do my best to calm down. I need to figure a way out of this, and all of these emotions aren’t helping.
