Wolf Tales IX. Kate Douglas
vaginal muscles clenched in a slow, heated rhythm and moisture gathered between her legs, all while Matt stared at her like he could eat her for dinner.
All lanky young man that he was, so tall he towered over her, he leaned close and wrapped his perfect lips around her erect nipple. Then he sucked, drawing just that one bit of her inside his mouth. She felt the flat of his tongue pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth, felt the suction drawing the blood to the tip. All the muscles in her pelvic area clenched in response.
His lips curved up around her breast and he released her nipple and slowly knelt before her. She was trembling, and she didn’t know why, couldn’t remember when she hadn’t trembled, when she hadn’t felt this horrible need for his mouth and tongue between her legs.
As if he read her mind, Matt cupped her bottom in his big hands and pulled her close against his mouth. She spread her legs wider to hold her balance, but when his lips met her labia, when his tongue circled her clit, she cried out and clutched his shoulders.
He licked and sucked, and his tongue speared deep. She wanted more, wanted the full length of that young man’s cock filling her, wanted the heat and the life of him deep inside, but all he did was tease her with his tongue. He nibbled and licked and sucked as if he’d not been with a woman in months. His fingers kneaded her buttocks and his mouth ravaged her sex.
The climax slammed into Millie without a hint of warning.
One moment she was trembling with frustrated desire, the next she was screaming. Her legs buckled. He held her upright, hands clasping her butt, his mouth between her thighs, still licking, still lapping up her cream like a big cat.
Only he wasn’t a cat. He was Matt, and he stood up and swung Millie into his arms and carried her to the small guest room as if she were nothing more than a child. She was glad he hadn’t taken her to the bed she shared with Ric. Glad that he was sensitive enough to her confused sense of loyalty to the man she loved, the one who wanted her to have sex with this boy…no. Matt was most definitely not a boy. Not with a chest like the one he’d just bared. Not with a penis swollen to proportions that rivaled Ric’s.
There was nothing boyish about Matt. Nothing but his smile, and that was so sexy it made her womb clench and her body grow anxious and needy.
He slipped out of his clothing. When he came to her on the bed, she merely lifted her knees, spread her legs and silently invited him in. Instead, Matt sat back on his heels and stared at her. She shivered beneath the intense heat of his gaze. The lips of her sex parted, inviting him in on their own. A cool draft of air tickled her damp vulva, and still he studied her.
Millie plucked at her nipples, silently inviting him. His cock twitched when she touched herself and pre-cum leaked from the tip of his broad glans. He hadn’t said a word since he’d undressed her. Not a single word, and his thoughts were blocked to her.
Somehow the silence, the sense of isolation it created, made the anticipation of this joining even more exciting.
Matt ran a finger from her left knee to her inner thigh and she arched her hips to his touch. He trailed his fingertip higher, across her mons, down the inside of her right thigh. Then he touched her clit, so gently she barely felt the contact before he slipped just his middle finger deep inside her vagina.
Her muscles contracted involuntarily, tightening around his finger with its bony knuckles, holding him. He slipped free, leaned over and kissed her. His lips were soft and full and still slick from her cream.
Curious, she traced his lips with her tongue. For some reason she tasted different on Matt’s mouth than Ric’s. Why? No matter. It was all good.
Matt carefully rolled her over until she lay on her stomach. He palmed her buttocks and she wondered if he would take her there instead. She didn’t care, so long as he filled her somewhere, now. She had no secrets from Matt. There wasn’t a part of her body he’d not tasted or entered or touched during their amazing night together.
He reached down and lifted her hips, raising her up on her knees until her face rested on her folded arms and her butt was in the air. He ran his finger from her clit to her tailbone, and it felt so good she shuddered, on the edge of orgasm again, merely from one stroking finger.
“Millie, I could look at you all day, touch you forever, but I need you now. Is it okay?”
She bit back a giggle. Now he asked? “If you don’t, I’m never speaking to you again.”
He laughed. “I take it that’s an affirmative.”
She wiggled her butt, and for some reason she didn’t feel like a woman in her fifties. No, she felt like a young girl with a very sexy young man, and it was wonderful.
Matt pressed the broad head of his cock against her vaginal opening. Slowly he separated her labia and slipped inside. Her muscles clenched, tightening around his thick shaft, stretching to allow him entrance. Slowly, so carefully, he filled her. She heard his soft sigh when he was finally all the way inside.
When he began to move, slowly thrusting his hips forward, and just as slowly retreating, her muscles rippled and clenched, tightening around his erection. He trailed his fingers over her flank and found her clit. Rubbing in slow circles with just the tip of one finger, he took her once again to the edge of the precipice, but this time he held her there, slowly and thoroughly loving her as if she were made of spun glass.
She needed more. Wanted more. Finally, almost desperately, Millie opened her thoughts in that intimate connection she usually saved for Ric. Opened to find a man who was not her mate, but who loved her with the same passion, the same consideration and attention. She linked with Matt and found him waiting, poised on the edge of perfection, clinging to whatever control he could find until Millie was ready to join him in the plunge from the top.
Thoroughly delighted, she pressed back on his next penetration and took him deep inside. His fingers trapped her clit and on his next thrust he squeezed. Screaming, Millie set herself free. Her body shuddered, her heart tried to pound free of her chest. Caught in a mental loop between Matt’s orgasm and her own, she flew.
Tumbling through sensation as if it were a space unto itself, Millie’s mind filled with erotic images as Matt saw her—her body was sleek and smooth, her muscles firm, her breasts perfect.
And there beside her in his mind, Millie saw Daci and Deacon, Beth and Nick and even Ric. All of them, sharing a place in his heart. No more, no less. All of them Matt’s family, his pack, the ones he loved.
His arms collapsed and the two of them fell to the bed. Matt’s cock still pulsed within her and his chest expanded against her back with each deep breath he took. She loved Ric. She would always love Ric, but times like this with Matt were a special gift to be savored, and savor them she would.
Without guilt. There was no need for guilt, only appreciation for Matt, and heartfelt thanks to the generous and giving man who claimed her as his mate.
Ric stepped through the front door into the cabin. He heard Millie in the bedroom, and wondered if Matt had gone. Wondered if he’d even stayed. Millie still had her issues with sex outside of their mating bond, but Ric had to believe she’d get over them eventually.
He walked down the hallway and dumped a pile of bags on the bed. Millie stepped out of the bathroom. She was freshly showered and wearing a soft cotton pantsuit, something comfortable and appropriate for travel.
“Ric! What did you buy?” She opened the first bag and giggled. “Pink? And two of everything? Ric, we do not know for sure if she’s having a girl, and we definitely don’t know if she’s carrying twins. Tia’s been very secretive about that.” She put one hand on her hip and frowned. “Unless, of course, you know something I don’t know?”
He shook his head. “Only what Camille told me. Would you argue with a ghost?”
“Well, I hope you’ve got receipts in case the ghost screwed up and Tia has one little boy.”
Ric reached for his travel bag on the top shelf of the closet. “Are you