Lost in Worlds

Teasing

Smut Warning: Scroll down if you don't want to read it and I'll say when to start reading from. 

Avery hit her knuckles on her mate's bedroom door, loud and clear. A couple of seconds later, the door opened, Connor exerting the same shameful look about him as before. She had her hands on her hips–bossy. Before he could blurt out an apology, she held a finger to his lips, shushing him.

"Thank you, Alpha." An answering bite on her finger told her all she needed to know about what her mate thought of the tank top and shorts she wore. No underclothes, of course. "Thank you for being honest about Mila and for not demanding time off me when I wished to be alone."

He took her hand, rough, and pulled her into the room, slamming the door with his foot. Her mate smoothed her hair back as she fisted her hands into his shirt, nervous. She looked him in the eyes. "I have something to admit and I need you to listen, not judge."

Her mate immediately softened his gaze, eyes crinkling as he mastered a broad, comforting smile. "You may tell me anything, Av. I won't judge."

She nodded and strolled to his bed, searching his face for potential dismissal, before sitting down and lying back. Looking up at the ceiling, hands behind her head, she spoke. "We've known each other for a while now, overcome difficulties in and out of our personal lives. With your permission, I'm ready to take our sexual relations to the next level."

"You mean, kissing?"

"As far as we can go, without...complications."

He held out his hands, welcoming her into a bear hug. She curled up into a ball next to him, placing her face in his heck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. They stayed like that for a while, basking themselves in the first taste of peace they had experienced in a while.

The freedom didn't last very long, for Connor soon trailed kisses along her neck. She arched it in response, allowing him better access, as she opened her mouth in a silent moan. He took this to his advantage, pressing their lips together, sweetly. Slow. Delicate.

Avery opened her legs at that, unfurling from her hermit crab-like ball. She placed herself on top of Connor, straddling him, letting him lean back into the pillows. She deepened the kiss, their tongues fighting a sea of battles. His tongue warm; a symbolism of where she felt most at home. The fire crackling, logs piled up, her toes wiggling as she cuddled-

The moan that next exited her mouth had Connor flipping them over, hungrily searching her body. He lifted her shirt gently, and sending kisses up her torso, he circled one of her breasts with a finger, followed by a tongue. She raised her arms above her head and allowed him to pull the shirt off. Left in just her shorts, he ravished her body, swirling his tongue over one nipple and pushing down with a finger on the other.

Avery squirmed as he took his time, her core throbbing. He moved along her body, kissing his way down to her core. She waited impatiently but he skipped her middle entirely, pecking her thighs, barley brushing them. She moaned again, unable to stop the noise. She would burn as her core did, envelop in the flames of desire-

"Quiet. Unless you want to wake up the Pack House."

She groaned at that, earning a slap on her ass. It only made her tremble inwardly, harder. He stepped back, admiring the sight laid before him. He grabbed her hair and yanked it upward. Lucky for Avery, she loved rough and hard, it being her favourite game.

Her scalp stung from the pain but the pleasure blinded it as Connor pushed her against the wall, grinding his hips into hers. She struggled to contain sound, biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed. He looked at her, hearing the small whimpers now exiting her mouth, and took matters into his own hands. He straightened, not moving on her anymore and used a hand to undo the first button of her shorts.