I knew I wasn’t going to even pretend to stop this. Not as I rose up on my knees, droplets of water tickling along my body as they descended. Not as I reached out and curled my fingers around either side of his face. And I certainly didn’t stop myself as I pulled him in close, my bared breasts now against to his hard chest, and pressed my mouth against his.
I wanted to go as far as I could right now with him. I needed to.
26
Caelan
My cock throbbed, the massively thick length digging into the zipper of my jeans. My wolf paced inside me impatiently, wanting out, demanding to rise up so he could experience what this felt like firsthand. Fuck that.
The softness of Darragh’s mouth on mine, the way she’d been the one to make the first move, had me rumbling in pleasure and sliding my hand behind her head to tangle my fingers in the damp strands.
Her kiss caused me to drown in sensations.
The feel of her fingers digging into my temples, as if she was afraid I’d break the kiss, as if she thought I had any willpower when it came to her at all, would have been laughable if I wasn’t so far gone at this moment. I was hard, my cock throbbing, my balls pulled up tight. My wolf was climbing and scratching on the inside of my body, trying to break free, trying to rise up. But I was stronger than he was right now, and I refused to step back and let him experience this. Not for the first kiss with my mate. Never.
I tightened my fingers in her scalp and used my hold to tip her head back and slightly to the side. And then I mouth fucked her, never having kissed a woman in my life, but somehow my body, my instinct took over. I stroked my tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened for me.
I didn’t wait a second to plunge the muscle into the warm, sweet recesses of her mouth and stroked her tongue, massaging it with mine, memorizing every inch of her from the inside out. I could feel the tightness of her nipples pressed against the thin material of my T-shirt. The fabric was getting soaked, damp from her slick skin. I wanted the material off my body, wanted to feel her nakedness against mine. I wanted her under me, her legs spread, my face buried between her thighs as I memorized that part of her as well with my lips and tongue.
I growled at the very thought of having her flavor coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. I could live off her essence for the rest of my life, never being satiated, always wanting more from her. Only her.
Before I realized what I was doing—because I was, in fact, working purely on instinct right now—I slid my hands down to her waist, the feeling of her warm, smooth skin against my palms causing the fucker between my legs to jerk even more fiercely. It was like my cock had a mind of its own, needing out, wanting to tear through the denim to get to the sweetest spot on Darragh.
I had her out of the tub instantly. And when she wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned, I hummed deep in my chest that my little mate was so receptive.
I’ll never let ye go.
I should have grabbed a towel on my way out of the bathroom, but all I could think about was getting her to the bed and using my body to dry her off. I wanted my clothes soaked because she’d had her naked form pressed to me so tightly.
She made the sweetest noises against my mouth, this purely male and primitive part of me in control. All I could think about was pleasuring my female.
“Oh God,” she groaned, and we broke the kiss once in the bedroom. Her head tipped back, and I didn’t stop myself from running my lips along her jawline, down the column of her neck, and lapping at the soft bit of flesh where her shoulder and neck met.
This is where my mark will go.
My hands were now clenched around the perfectly formed mounds of her ass, the flesh soft and smooth, the heat from her cunt going right through the thick fabric of my jeans.
“Caelan.” My name was a whimper from her plump, pink lips.
I set her gently in the center of the mattress, having to force myself to step away. I reached down and pressed the heel of my palm against my thick dick, the fucker so hard and big that I could see the outline of the crested head through my jeans. I looked at Darragh, saw how her eyes were wide, her mouth parted as she stared at the third leg I sported.