Through the Dark (Red 2)

Gently, I run my hands down the outside of her thighs, then back up again, still carefully licking her pussy. She grabs my hair and tries to guide me, but I pull back and nip at her thigh.

“Naughty girl,” I admonish her. “Who’s in charge here, Red?”

“You are,” she doesn’t even hesitate before answering and my dick gets even harder.

“Hands up, baby,” I direct, and even though she moans in protest, she obeys. She’s getting close. It won’t be long now, even without paying attention to her clit. I lap closer and closer to that special spot, the one she’s quietly begging me to touch, until I can’t handle it anymore.

I need her to come undone for me.

“Come for me, Scarlett,” I command, sucking her clit into my mouth. I suck hard, pushing her over the edge. Her hips grind into my face and I slide my hands to her ass, gripping her tightly, pulling her closer.

I need her closer.

She rides out the orgasm and I keep licking her clit, making it last as long as possible. Suddenly, the sensations are overwhelming and she pulls me up toward her.

“Nash,” she whispers.

I kiss her, claiming her mouth. I know she can taste herself on my lips, but she doesn’t mind. She shouldn’t. She’s fucking gorgeous, amazing. I love her sweet scent and the way she tastes on my mouth.

“I need you inside me,” she whispers.

How can I say no to that? Gliding up over her body, I part her legs with my knee and position myself between her soft thighs. My cock nudges her entrance, but I don’t take her just yet. No, I want to savor this moment. I want to make it last as long as possible.

The last few weeks have been hard on both of us. Hell, our entire relationship has been hard on all of us. The trauma of losing her grandmother may have propelled Red to me, but I don’t want that to be what our relationship is based on. I don’t want us to be together because she was sad and I was there. I want our relationship to be based on the fact that we can’t live without each other, that Red needs me just as much as I need her, that she craves me the same way I crave her.

Sliding my cock through her soft juices, I drag it up to her clit and swirl around.

“Nash,” she groans again, and it’s all I can do to keep my coming all over her soft belly.

I lean forward, my elbows on either side of her, and I kiss her.

“Mine,” I growl, a fierce possessiveness welling up inside of me.

Her eyes go wide, but Red nods. She nods and leans up, kissing my mouth softly, tenderly.

“Only yours. Always yours, Nash. Always.”

I thrust into her, biting her neck as I do. I can’t help myself. She calls to my inner-wolf and makes me feel so damn alive. Free. Red makes me feel so many different things that without her by my side, my life would be boring, dull.

Before she came into my life, that’s exactly what my world was like.

Before she waltzed into that little cabin and made herself at home in my space, I wasn’t truly living. I was existing, but that was it. I was managing to get by. I was sitting around waiting for something to happen.

Then she happened.

Thrusting harder, faster, I pump into Red’s sweet body, loving the flush that’s spread over her face. She’s going to come again for me. I need her to. Before I fill her with my seed, I need to feel her pussy pulsing over my cock.

Quickly, I flip her over so she’s on all fours, then I position myself behind her and plunge my dick into her tight channel.

“Nash,” she cries out. “Please!” I reach around and rub her clit softly, quickly, until she comes undone around me. She pushes back onto me as the orgasm crashes over her body and I come, too, whispering her name, pulling her hair.

Exhausted, we collapse next to each other on the bed. Her back is to my front and I just hold her, tracing lines over her body, rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She’s so sweet like this, so perfect. When we’re wrapped up together, it’s like our own secret world that no one else can reach. No one can touch us here. No one can bother us when we’re one like this.

“You’re mine, baby,” I murmur.

“Always yours, Nash. Always yours.”

Her voice is a soft whisper and as she starts to fall asleep in my arms, I stroke Red’s hair softly, playing with her dark curls. I don’t know how I’d be able to handle the pack without her by my side. She’s everything to me.