Moonstone

wild goddess part 2

I fell in love with you the way flowers fall in love with the rain, each day, slowly, and inevitably as gravity." M. Anthony

Sanem

“Why are you torturing me like this?” I panted.

He sat on the piano bench, playing between my legs like a virtuoso. I grasped his head in my hands trying to guide him to the place where I was burning for him. But I must have broken some unspoken rule because he stopped what he was doing and nuzzled my thigh instead. I hastily removed my hands and his tongue was again drawing maddening circles all around my clit. He’d been teasing me like this for what seemed like hours, he'd brushed his lips over almost every inch of my body. I lifted my hips in invitation again but he ignored me and ran his open mouth down my leg and back up, stopping momentarily here and there to kiss and bite and suck. This time, and without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me. I rolled my hips desperately against his fingers.

“Please. I can’t stand it,” I moaned my hands scrabbling against the slick surface of the piano.

“Please, what?” His silky voice whispered, his breath blowing against my oversensitized clit. I lifted my head and met his burning gaze.

“Make me come,” I ordered. A wicked smile curved his lips and he responded by pressing his mouth against me, flicking his tongue the way he knew drove me crazy and that was all I needed. My body bowed and I threw my head back, my mouth opening on a silent scream. He made an animalistic sound and moved his fingers in tandem with his tongue. I cried out, coming again, shuddering uncontrollably as petals rained down all around us.

I recovered consciousness as he kissed my stomach and petted me softly, bringing me back down gently. He ran possessive hands over my thighs and up to my breasts. I pushed back my hair out of my eyes, sat up, and snatched my robe closed. He placed a fervent kiss on my knee but avoided my eyes.

“Were you punishing me?” I asked him, my voice hoarse. I tried not to think of who might have heard.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted avoiding my eyes.

I moved off the piano and straddled him on the bench. 

“Why?” I whispered wrapping my arms around his neck.

He was quiet, his head dipped and he bit the sensitive area where my neck and shoulder joined. His fingers flexed on my back and he clutched me impossibly closer.

“For making me want you until I can’t think,” he finally breathed against the skin of my neck. “For making me love you until I can’t breathe. For making me crave you. Your brightness, your light, your laugh. For leaving me…” He finally lifted his gaze to mine, eyes glowing amber gold.

I was conscious that the wolf was in charge. The intuition I’d always had about the man had expanded to the wolf and the behavior that had been baffling in the past became clearer with every day that passed. The wolf only cared that I'd gone and deprived it of its mate again.

I smiled to myself and decided to play with the Alpha. I was no longer a wilting flower, unsure of my attractions. I knew my power now as a woman and as his mate and I was no longer afraid to use it.

“Maybe I want to punish you too,” I breathed in his ear, running my hands over his powerful shoulders and down his back. His big body trembled a little and he released a shivery breath. I slid off his lap onto my knees and looked up at him with a sultry smile.

He was always a chatterbox during sex but tonight he was uncharacteristically quiet. His face was impassive as he gazed at me. But his eyes were scorching, burning with suppressed lust and longing and his body betrayed him with a rampaging erection. I freed him from the confines of his pants slowly, gazing up at him through my lashes as I took him in my hands in a hard unforgiving grip.