Fear the Heart (Werelock Evolution Book 2) (21 page)

“Fucking fuck,” he swore, breaking our lip-lock. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry,” he apologized, much to my mush brain’s confusion. “I’m so fucking selfish … and I don’t deserve you … but you really need to come on my hand, baby. Now.
Hard,”
he insisted, before quickly adding a gentler, and desperate, “
Please?
You need it,” he justified, “and I need it … and I’m so scared I’m going to lose it soon if you don’t.”

I didn’t quite understand what he meant. But somehow my body did, my hips jerking erratically against him in compliance at the seductive timbre of his request even before his talented finger twisted and curled inside of me, causing the coiling deep within my belly to reach an unsustainable level of tension, and thrusting me closer to the precipice as he recommenced penetrating my saturated core from a new and glorious angle that set me babbling nonsensically again.

“Ungh … that’s it, baby,” he groaned, “let it happen. The sooner you soak my hand the sooner I can make you come on my tongue,” he enticed to my wanton delight, just before his mouth found and sucked hard at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, his thumb mercilessly flicking and mashing my clitoris in a way that sent me screaming over the cliff.

I think I may have started speaking in Portuguese as my inner walls spasmed out of control and my whole body jerked and twitched, my world as I’d known it coming apart as I shattered in orgasm against Alex’s hand. I shrieked and gasped for air as my channel continued to grip his finger repeatedly, milking it for every last ounce of pleasure it was worth buried inside of me as I finally found the blessed release I’d been dying for.

It took quite a while for my shuddering to subside, and longer still for my incessant moaning and babbling to abate. As I quieted I realized Alex was murmuring words of praise interspersed with more apologies as he kissed all over my wet face, his tongue lapping up the tears I realized now were falling again.

He removed his thigh from between mine and eased me onto my back, continuing to kiss my face and whisper sweet, tender words as I slowly unwound.

“So beautiful
 …” I felt his smile against my jawline.
“So perfect
 …” I heard the certain happiness in his voice, felt the pure joy in his heart as if it resided inside of my own, and it made me sob-sigh in anguished bliss as I linked my shaky fingers behind his neck.

My wolf was happy.
I was happy.
If it was wrong, I didn’t care.

His finger remained buried inside of me, and all too soon his thumb began circling my engorged, sensitized clit once more. His lips found mine as his finger resumed its movement inside of me as well, stroking shallowly in and out of my soaked depths, building a leisurely rhythm that matched that of his tongue plunging inside of my mouth.

I whimpered and moaned around his invading tongue, writhing anew beneath him. I could feel myself rapidly approaching another precipice when his drenched finger eased all the way out, only to immediately re-enter me, along with a second digit. My inner muscles clamped in protest, and I gasped into his mouth as my body worked to accommodate the girth of this new penetration, my thighs seizing reflexively around his hand.

He halted his entry. His mouth abandoned mine and he lifted his head, dark, moonlit eyes assessing my features and holding my lust-dazed gaze for the first time since he’d shifted from wolf form.

Somehow his eyes appraising me in my current state proved more alarmingly personal than the physical reality of his hand entrenched amid my sex, causing a surge of apprehension to wash over me.

But then he smiled. And I melted.

“May I?” he asked. His beautiful lips were damp and swollen, and
oh, so edible!
I made an unintelligible noise as his thumb teased lightly over my bundle of nerves. My she-wolf purred.

“May I continue to apologize, Milena?” My name sounded more delicious and exotic falling from his lips than it ever had before. I was speechless, my eyes lost in his. I hoped they wordlessly conveyed my consent.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Alex proved to be a natural at nonverbal apology.

Had I been capable of speech, I might’ve told him so. But my world became singularly attuned to the sensation of his hot mouth learning my nipples, to his fingers playing between my thighs—sliding in and out, coaxing me to climax.

His intense obsidian eyes—at once both hard and reverent—swirled with flecks of gold as they surveyed my reactions to his ministrations, cataloguing each emotion as it played out across my features from his vantage point over me.

Each time he’d shift position upon his knees, my eyes would catch sight of his rather daunting manhood, jutting proudly from between his densely muscled thighs. It looked so hard. Heavy.
Ready
. So ready.

When he’d first stripped me of my wet clothes, he’d reassured me that he would only be taking care of my needs while I was in heat—promising that he wouldn’t take unfair advantage. He’d stated in no uncertain terms that we were
not
having sex. “
Not in the strictly traditional sense,
” he’d informed me with a roguish grin.

Yet I couldn’t stop stealing nervous glances in between orgasms at the long, thick organ that kept taunting me with its intermittent twitches. And my apprehension spiked when I felt his knees wedging between mine, his muscled legs forcing my trembling thighs wider apart in order for his large frame to settle between them.

“Don’t think so hard.
Feel.”

He bit down on my nipple, and I swore my ovaries clenched in response as he coaxed my knees to bend and open to accommodate his desired positioning.
“Let go.
” By the time his lips enveloped mine, I could scarcely think at all.

“You good?” he checked when at last his lips briefly paused. I hummed in the affirmative. But he seemed to scent a trace of my remaining uncertainty.

“We’re exploring,” he quietly reminded, nipping my bottom lip between his teeth. “Discovering all the ways you can feel nice. Finding out what you like best.”

I moan-mumbled my agreement. He smiled against my mouth before kissing a path to my ear and whispering, “So if I touch you in a way you don’t like, you only have to tell me, and I’ll stop. Understand?”

I felt something inside my heart shift. But I couldn’t place it, much less put a name to the unknown emotion’s source, as I nodded.

“Promise?” he pressed.

I nodded again and that purring-growl sound I loved so much began vibrating full force from his chest, causing an electric, elemental thrill to streak through me.

My she-wolf stirred within, her primal needs clawing against my human sensibilities, battering the fear and diffidence I clung to. With certain wonderment I realized yet again that my wolf wasn’t even the tiniest bit afraid of Alex. She simply wanted him.
All of him.

Where I demanded walls and safety, she wanted none. Where I needed to deny this interaction meant anything more than a strictly physical, hormonal reaction to my heat cycle, I knew she upheld it as so much more. The full implication of our inherent inner conflict hit me at the same time Alex’s weight shifted lower, his broad shoulders settling squarely between my spread thighs.

Warm breath fanned my wet folds. It was the only warning I received of his immediate intention, as without preamble, the velvet tip of his tongue licked the length of my sex from my anus to my pulsating nub. My body jerked in shock and I nearly choked on my own tongue as he proceeded to blow lightly over the trail his tongue had made.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, the awe in his voice distracting me from delivering the protest on my lips.

My she-wolf mewled, and I arched into him before I could control my body’s response. He licked me again, this time with the flat of his tongue, and I had to stifle a cry as my hips lurched reflexively forward, straight into his awaiting mouth.

He groaned in unabashed enjoyment as his fingers stroked and spread my lips and his tongue made slow, tracing sweeps, flicking lightly—and far too briefly—across my clit with each casual pass.

I panted for air like my life depended on it, my mind divided between screaming for him to stop and begging for him to go faster and apply more pressure where I wanted it most.

I did neither, choosing instead to babble unintelligibly as my entire body commenced quivering with need. I stared unseeingly at the night sky above, restlessly clutching and twisting the blankets beneath me as his lips brushed leisurely over the most intimate part of me.

His tongue flirted with my entrance before thrusting fully inside. I managed to sob out “
please
” as my inner muscles convulsed and tightened.

Good God!
His tongue felt thicker and longer than I was sure a normal human tongue should have as it began to fuck me—driving hungrily in and out, lapping greedily at the evidence of my arousal.

My belly shook. My hips jerked erratically within his firm grip, my muscles trembling with exhaustion from their ongoing exertion.

When his tongue retreated, it was replaced with two fingers, and I broke out in a fevered sweat, shivers of strained anticipation racking my body as his digits pumped in and out at too calm a pace. I succumbed to nonsensical begging, and was rewarded when Alex’s lips closed mercifully around my aching clit at last, drawing it into his mouth.

He sucked with fervor on my sensitive button.
And then he growled
—the vibration creating such a pleasurable sensation it defied sanity.

I saw stars! I tilted my pelvis up into his mouth and thrusting fingers with all the strength I had left, choking out a broken chorus of “yes” and “please, Alex?”

He gave just enough to send me careening over the precipice, while still holding back, sustaining a meticulous, controlled tempo that wrung a release from me so exquisitely slow and gentle the pleasure bordered on pain as he deftly drew it out until my self-awareness was reduced to grunts and primal keening.

“
Let go.
” His words vibrated through me.
Literally.

He’d spoken them with my sex engulfed in his brilliant, torturous mouth. He spoke them again, and my fists yanked furiously at his hair while I continued to crumble apart in ecstasy.

I wanted to cry. To scream I hated him. To stab him through the heart for making me feel something so cruelly divine. Something that, despite my inexperience, instinctively I realized I might never be able to achieve with anyone else. He was at once educing and staking claim to a part of me I feared I might never find the means to recapture without him.

And then he proceeded to rumble one reverent “sorry” after another against me, each word of apology vibrating and rolling unerringly through my undulating body and fracturing psyche as I rode out my seemingly unending wave of orgasm to its protracted, agonizing conclusion.

It was as glorious as it was devastating. As enslaving as it was liberating. Because I knew I would never be able to walk away from Alex now without leaving a part of myself behind.

I felt almost silly for having considered myself laid vulnerable before, as now I’d come completely undone, my self-control and composure hopelessly fragmented.

Alex gathered the scattered pieces of me as I came back to myself, batting my fists against his shoulder.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” he acknowledged, pressing a tender kiss to the smooth skin of my bare mound. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look sorry. “You did that on purpose!”

“Well—yes.” His smirk was that of the devil. “I’m happy to
accidentally
eat you to orgasm next, if you prefer?”

“I hate you.”

He hummed in accord, peppering kisses along my pelvic bone. “So you’ve said. I’m sorry.”

Ugh!
“Sorry” would never again hold the same meaning for me. I probably wouldn’t be able to hear the word without getting wet.

“It’s not fair,” I complained, “that you can do that”—I swallowed—“so well.”

“Never claimed to play fair, princess. You could’ve told me to stop,” he pointed out gently, his face nuzzling my quaking belly. “I would’ve stopped.”

“I couldn’t. And you know it.”

“Couldn’t you?” Black eyes regarded me with thinly feigned innocence.

“You’re evil,” I rebuked through chattering teeth.

“I’m sorry.” His body rose up over mine, his heat soothing my goose-pimpled flesh as ravenous eyes scorched every square inch. “Would you like me to stop?”

He hadn’t removed his fingers. His thumb settled upon my throbbing pulse point. I caught the challenge in his eyes and willed my own eyes not to cross as his thumb depressed.

I bit my trembling lip and stubbornly shook my head. His lips curved into a smile of admiration that made my heart catch.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Did I scare you?”

His thumb rolled. I nodded as the air rushed from my lungs. “A little.”

“I’m sorry.” His lips brushed repentantly over my eyelids. After a pause he whispered, “Did you enjoy being scared?”

I groaned and smacked his chest. He retaliated by kissing me thoroughly on the mouth until I was struggling for air and fighting for self-possession yet again. It was strange, although not unpleasant, to taste myself on his lips.

“Perhaps you should take control now?” he suggested in a seductive rasp as he kissed and licked my neck. “I think your she-wolf wants to play.”

I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”

“Mm-mmm—sure you do.” His teeth scraped down the side of my throat. “I can feel her just beneath the surface, trying to come out. Be nice and let her off her leash for just a little while, hmm? There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“I … I’m not afraid.”
Was I?

His fingers were rocking inside of me, curling inward at a slight angle every few strokes until they hit a spot just above my pubic bone that stole my breath and my train of thought.
What the?

“I just—I don’t know how … to let her out.”

“Would you like help?”