Fagua
It's as if this should be so simple, except I knew it was anything but. I had told Mayia that I needed time to think. We exchanged numbers and I promised to get in touch. Now I headed to the penthouse.
I needed the loving arms of a wolf—either one of my two would do. I didn't know which one would be in the penthouse, but I needed them. The bell chimed when I reached the top floor. I hoped it would be Winter; he was the one I craved at the moment. His gentleness and tender kisses.
The doors opened and he was on the other side, and all I could think about was wrapping my arms around his neck and touching my lips lightly against his.
He chuckled when I kissed him just enough to show him that I was appreciative that he was at home. His cock pressed against my stomach, letting me know that he was rising to the occasion.
started to tug at his belt, but then he broke away from me.
"Slow down. What's wrong?" he asked.
Rather than admit how I was feeling at the moment, I wanted him to take everything away. "Fuck me. Make it all go away."
A tear that I didn't expect to escape the corner of my eye, did. I couldn't lie to him, even if I tried. I took his hand and led him away from the elevator and to his room. Not mine, in case Sky went looking for me. The only sounds were our shoes on the tiled flooring. Neither of us spoke, nor looked at each other, as we headed down the hallway. I could feel his fingers gently stroking my hand, as if to comfort me.
When we got to his room, Winter slammed the door shut, then spun me around and pinned me against the wall.
"Do you want it like this?"
His eyes narrowed and my teeth clenched in a hiss. He leaned forward without giving me a chance to explain. His fingers dug into my hair, and his lips pressed against mine in a hungry kiss that stole my breath away.
My hand mirrored his and gripped his hair, fisting it tightly.
He missed me, and I could tell from his urgency as he pulled my dress up along my thighs. His fingers found the edge of my panties and he groaned into my mouth. His hands and his mouth tormented me, letting me know that he could come inside me and take away the pain and confusion that was clouding my mind.
I was happy being with Winter and Sky; they made me feel wanted, like the woman I deserved to feel like, not the child Husk constantly scolded me as. I hated everything about him. I needed a man with compassion and love, not someone who made me feel worthless, like he couldn't care less what happened to me.
So, why couldn't I get him out of my mind?
I loathed the way he looked at me, and now I had to mate with him if I wanted the wolves to survive. This was too much for one to bear. Why did I have this worry on my shoulders?
I'd been caged up in SmallHeath nearly all my life like a disobedient dog, and now I'd been let out and treated like a lady.I locked my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a life vest in the sea. I wanted him more than anything right now; to forget, to lose myself to him.
Winter groaned, thrusting his finger into me roughly, the walls of my sex closing in around him and making me feel full. His other hand reached up and tweaked my nipple. I cried out, but the pain was soon forgotten as Winter's fingers found my G-spot, flicking and spinning. I moaned as I pressed my wetness against him, feeling him grow harder againstmy thigh.
I pulled his face to mine, kissing him before breaking away, panting.
"Take me hard, Winter," I whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe. "Please. I want you to. I want to feel you inside of me, making me scream."
The uncertainty of it all meant that it wasn't just about mating; there was a lot more to the story than that. I didn't know if I wanted to find out what it could mean. For now, I knew that mating with Winter would make me feel better, it would take away the pain and the confusion that was flooding my mind and make me forget, even for a short time.
I groaned as he thrust two fingers inside of me, tearing my thong and making it a thing of the past in the process. The stinging pain of my thong faded as my arousal increased. He took control as I became so wet, so much so that I had to pull away from his lips so that I could breathe as he fucked me even harder with his fingers. Then he started to rub vigorously on my clit.
"Fuck me!" I pleaded because I couldn't hold back anymore.
"No." He moved back, not only taking his body but his fingers, the ones that were giving me pleasure. But not as much as his big, fat cock could give me right now.