Of Doms & Subs

The End is Just the Beginning

I anticipated a panic attack. It had been some time since I'd been underneath a man, and I expected to feel trapped as I had so often with Will. Maybe it was because there wasn't much difference in their sizes?  More likely it was due to the fact that he was the polar opposite of Will. Unlike my ex-husband, he'd shown his teeth from the very beginning. Was that only four days ago? My wolf didn't care; she'd found our mate. I let herself settle into that easy bliss and release my human hang-ups, if only for a little while.

Mickayla had warned me that my sex drive would crank up to 11, but no warning in the world could have prepared me for this. A few minutes of a semi-naked make out session and my body felt wound to the breaking point. Heat washed over me like waves lapping at a shore. Excitement, wonder, and love burst inside me, deliciously sharpened by a hint of fear. The kind of adrenaline charged fear I felt when free climbing, knowing that no anchor kept me from falling. Only I wanted to dive off the precipice she teetered on and fly.

I disentangled my leg from his to cradle him between my thighs. Even through his pants, he undoubtedly felt how damp my panties were, though I was too far gone to feel embarrassed. A button on his shirt scraped against a nipple and my breath caught. Angus released my mouth and I nearly whined at the loss. The usual sternness dominating his features had melted away and he appeared vulnerable for the first time, soft even. His thumb brushed over my swollen bottom lip.  I caught his wrist to press a kiss to his palm, which made him smile.

Cupping the side of my neck, Angus turned his attention to my breasts, which heaved as I panted. The white mounds moulded easily to his hand even as they overfilled it; he lowered his head to a pert nipple that was practically sitting up and begging for attention. I jerked towards him as if a jolt of electricity shot through me. He licked and laved the rosy bud to a stiff peak and then moved to the next one.

When I settled again, he slipped a hand between my legs and brushed my clit. My back bowed at the light touch. When did I get so sensitive? Was it the werewolf thing? Or was it because it'd been so long? 

I dipped a finger into her slick petals. Oh God, she was dripping. Her hips tried to follow him on the withdrawal. The need painted across her face resembled a grimace of pain. I stilled and pulled back to look at her.

"Are you all right, mo cridhe?" My hand on her neck moved to stroke her hair.

"Yes!" cried Ellie, squirming around my finger.

"Are you certain? We can stop." I began to withdraw, but she gripped my wrist with supernatural strength, keeping me within her walls.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," she panted.

"Oh? What am I doing?" The innocent tone belied the hunger I felt.

"You're trying to give me an out," she scowled.

"Well then, while we're on the subject."  I dropped my voice into a sultry caress that sent her heartbeat into overdrive. "Do you want this? Because I swear to God I'll not stop until your legs are quivering and the neighbours are very well aware of my name, to say nothing of the pack." She bit her lip, torn between arousal and mortification. I shifted my finger ever so slightly and either she'd closed her eyes or her vision had short-circuited due to the pleasure from the minute movement.

"If you stop, I will bite you," she hissed, glaring up at me.

"That's hardly a deterrent," I growled.  She tossed her head back, exposing her throat. I nipped at the velvety flesh and she thrashed under the pleasure that washed through her, whining softly. I smiled into her pulse point and added another digit, crooking them and beginning to pump in and out.  She gasped when he hit one spot in particular.  The desire in her wide eyes filled my mind's eye with flashes of fangs and entwined bodies.