Page 77 of Fate, Interrupted

I whimper as his fingers slide into me. It feels as if it’s his entire hand, but that’s not what I want. Not this time. I arch harder, moving away from him, seeking his cock.

I whimper again, twisting my hips, searching, hungry for him.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he says. “I could have bent you over that counter and taken you right there with all your books. If I’d asked you nicely in your back room, over tea, would you have let me?”

My breath catches in my throat. All that time sipping tea from mugs and chatting over trivial things, and what he wanted to do was bury his cock in me. I shiver.

“I would have made you eat me out first,” I say tauntingly over my shoulder, knowing it’s true and what I’ve been wanting since that shared moment. “But you can do me now.”

He acts as though he’s been waiting for the command. With one move, he flips me over, and I squeal. I scoot my ass up on the bed, my legs open for his inspection.

“I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, Norah. I’m going to punish you with my mouth.”

Before I know it, his dark head is between my thighs, buried in me, and I’m splayed out on the bed, aching, calling his name, arching my back for even more contact with his tongue.

“Kiss me.”

And he does, his mouth open on my clit, laving it, sucking it, moving in tandem with my hips as they rise, my climax coming closer and closer. I yield to him fully, for the moment forgetting Aunt Claire, letting the screwed-up world fall away, and imagine we are simply two people who only want to pleasure each other.

I moan. I’m on the edge, my orgasm so close, he can tell.

“No, not yet.” He raises his head and roughly slides me down to him. “Not before I fuck you so deep, you’re going to think I’m splitting you in two.”

When he enters me, I gasp, the shock of his fullness at first a slice of pain and then an itch finally getting scratched. We go together. Like a well-fitting glove. I take every inch of him, tight, welcoming. He plunges in, at first slowly and then harder, every stroke deeper until he knows I can take him.

“Norah.”

He says my name like a prayer—reverent, careful, as if he’s been saving it.

Like he knows exactly what it does to me.

I can’t get enough breath in my lungs. I feel like I’m levitating, my eyelids flicker. I raise my hand to feel his chest, the beat of his heart, the heat radiating off him, both of us building. His body is a ramrod, and I am taking him every bit of him, matching him stroke for stroke.

I open my eyes, and I’m transfixed; his green eyes flashing amber behind the green. When he finally breaks, I go with it completely, my release exploding behind my eyes, leaving my ears ringing, my thighs clenching.

We hold on to each other, locked together like two animals, spent, exhausted. My breathing matches his as I focus on the hardness of his cock still in me. I clench around him, and he twitches.

And then his cock moving inside me—incredibly, unbelievably—makes me want to do it all over again. Without pause.

I reach up and bring him down to me. His mouth is hot—a cavern I want to explore with my tongue, my teeth. I nibble at the sensitive edges of his mouth, run my tongue over his lips and suck them gently.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, finding my erect, sensitive nipples. Bringing them together, he flicks his tongue from one to the other, lapping and sucking until I want to scream. When my hand moves to my clit, he grabs my wrists, positioning them over my head.

“Uh-uh. If you want more, I’ll be the one giving it to you.”

I hear the teasing in his voice, but there’s a rough edge to it as well. I shudder and buck my hips into him.

“Silas, tell me what you want. What do you want me to do to you?”

He loosens his hold on my wrists as a growl rumbles from the back of his throat. It’s not a human sound; this is his wolf, still very much on the cusp. I’m not satiated, and I want the wolf even more than another orgasm.

I slip out from under him and quickly straddle him.

“Do what you want,” he moans.

“What I want more than anything is to bring your wolf as far forward as he’s ever been. Will you let me? Will you let yourself?”

He opens his eyes and looks at me, trying to decipher my meaning.