Chapter Eight: Man In Love

Chapter Eight

Sawyer

Hot fucking damn. She slid her knees outside of mine, which caused her pretty pink satin slip to ride high up on her thighs. She pressed her hot panty covered pussy to my hard dick, which was screaming to be let out, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Each kiss was like a searing brand on my soul. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to worship her. I wanted her in any way she would allow me.

My nineteen-year-old cock was about to explode. I needed to be naked and inside her. But I had to keep my wits, it was her first time too, and I didn’t want to hurt her. The thought of her in pain made me sick. So the shitheads I’d been around talked about pussy all the time. But it was mostly on how it made them feel good. Come on, brain, think. What would make her feel good? Then it hit me. I knew what to do. I’ve been picking up her nightly reading for years. I’d occasionally smelled the faint scent of arousal as she slept. Hell, I’ve read plenty of magazines that covered pleasuring techniques. I’ve been subconsciously planning this for a while. No, a man didn’t just dive into the tight pussy that was waiting for him, even though that’s all I could think about. He had to work her up, tease her, and make her drenched, stretched, and ready to receive him. I needed her frantic and begging for my dick.

First, lots of touching. Which I was so far good at doing. Feather-light caresses here and there. I explored her body even with her slip and panties on. But they had to go. I stretched myself over her body to show off every muscle and ridged that I’d carefully built over the years. I was a rather big wolf, to begin with, but to make sure I could use my gift, I kept myself stronger by working out in the forest. I tried to do real manual tasks, not only working out in the gym. Thanks to my status, I was expected to train for hand-to-hand combat. I always chose the guy who looked most likely to beat me. This had a two-fold effect.

One, I trained harder than anyone else because I knew the outcome was against me. Two, and possibly, more importantly, I looked weaker to those who watched. I'm the guy who usually lost. It was a tactical advantage. The majority of meatheads never put it together that I purposefully went in looking to exhaust myself and enjoyed my victories when nobody was watching. I had speed and shadowing that nobody knew about, and I was a hell of a lot stronger and deadlier than most would have imagined.

My kills were always quick, efficient, and clean. Unlike everyone else, my father knew my strength and cunning. According to him, I was one of his best assassins. For the past couple of years, I divided my time between being lovesick and devoted to following Aurora, schooling, and killing. I don’t know how so many opposing feelings and actions could live in one person.

It was time to block out all other parts of my mind that weren’t focused on her. I was Aurora loving and adoring Sawyer tonight. I wasn’t a Hawthorne or an assassin. I was purely a man in love who possibly only had one shot with the woman who meant everything to him. Somehow I would have to prevent tomorrow night. But I can’t focus on that now. That will be for later.

As soon as she began pulling my shirt off and running her nails up and down my chest, all thinking ceased. I no longer had any cares or worries. She popped open the button above my zipper. She was making these sweet little whimpers as I kissed and felt my way around her body. As I explored under her gown, I felt the wet spot in the middle of her panties. Shit.

The wolf in me took over, and I had to taste her. I needed her essence coating my body and mine on hers warning the world that she was taken. As I slipped her panties, which turned out to be a thong, a total surprise, down her legs, a new wave of lust burst through me. Starting at her toes, I began to his my way up. She giggled, saying that my unshaved face tickled behind her knee. Though the higher I went, the giggles were replaced by sighs and sounds of contentment. Her body began to relax the more I touched. By the time I reached the inside of her thigh, she was pulling on my hair and panting.

With the light she provided, which was freaking awesome, I was able to see how her skin blushed with needs and how her pupils went darker the further I went. When I reached the bottom of the satin, I crawled up her body until both of my knees were outside of her thighs. I pulled the straps of the silk down and kissed each shoulder.

She nodded as I moved my hands back down to the bottom of the fabric and pulled. Slowly it unveiled her porcelain skin, a neat little triangle of blonde curls, a soft curvy tummy, large rounded breasts with pretty pink nipples, and a long delicate neck. She lifted her arms straight up as I continued to pull the fabric, and with one motion, her gown was gone. She was completely bare to me. It was a breathtaking sight.

At first, she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide her lovely body.

“Aurora, my love, you are perfect.” I kissed her lips gently. “Never hide your body from me. If possible, I would keep you naked and in bed around the clock.”

She smiled, bit her lower lip, and nodded while removing her hands from her breast. She looked at my chest and down to my jeans. “It’s only fair that we match.”

“I promise we will, just as soon as I do something first. I need something to hold me back from taking you this instant. Everything about you is making me insane.”

“Tell me about it. I want to claw your clothes off and mount you,” she said with so much need and then blushed, realizing what she said. “Goddess, I’m nervous.”

“Me too.”

“Why? Shadow, you are handsome, mature, and I’m sure you’ve been out in the world.”

I kissed each of her palms. I didn’t want to hurt this woman in any form, so I might as well put her at ease and tell her the truth.

“I like being your shadow. You were my first kiss too.” She looked shocked. But before she could say anymore, I cut her off again, “And you will be my first as well. Actually, you will be the last. Yes, I’ve been in the city to places where men go, and I hated every minute of it, but my associate often demanded meeting there. I’ve never touched, tasted, or wanted another woman. You make me crazy with need. It’s been you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” A bright, radiant smile spread across her face.

I could sense a newfound confidence and arousal as she leaned up, kissed me, and said, “I’m ready for you.”

I moved down her body, kissing her neck. Taking time to barely nip her skin as I went. I felt her break out in chills. “That feels incredible.” I smiled against her skin and moved onto her perfect tits. Each filled my hand. We were both breathing even as I gently took one into my mouth and began to suck. She moaned, running her fingers winding through my hair. I then turned my mouth to the other pink pebble of perfection. I sucked a little harder as I palmed where my mouth had just been. When I gave it a tug, she gasped and bucked against me. She was loving this, and I was having a fucking good time.

I switched my mouth again, but this time I let my hands roam further south as I worked her nipple. Her skin was supple and smooth. I used my fingers to sweep over the small amount of hair she had. Then in one slow swipe, my fingers were coated with her warm, wet honey as I drug them over her pulsing clit and between her soft lips, barely teasing her entrance.

“Oh, goddess!” she screamed. We were really going to test the depth of her protection spell. How a wolf could perform a spell was beyond my depth of understanding, but then again, I was gifted with magic by the Fae.

I didn’t have a clue what the fuck I was doing. I continued to stroke her as I kissed my way down her stomach. My mouth and fingers were about to collide. She was resting on her arms as she looked down and watched. I could hear her heart beating faster. Then looking up one last time, I smiled at her before dipping my head down and let my wolf begin to lap her up. We both knew I was just getting started, and we both groaned.