2: Let's Do This

Scratch that.

Apparently I could do this. I needed it too.

Which wasn’t like me, but something seemed to be very, very different today. No idea what, but something was definitely there.

As my back hit the wall, my wolf snarled, she didn’t want to be backed into a corner. She wanted to be in charge.

Feeling my wolf perk up, Luke’s eyes widened. She was pawing at the ground, urging me to go for it.

He paused with his hands outstretched, waiting for me to make the move. I closed the distance to him at lightning speed, his hands ending up on my waist whilst mine tangled in his hair. Before he could even react, I moved, and we ended up with me straddling his lap on my desk.

My wolf was loving this.

The colour of his eyes said his wolf was too.

My fingers were still tangled in his hair when he reached up to press his lips gently against mine. My wolf growled. Apparently she didn’t have the patience for gentle.

I kissed him back, harder, my tongue immediately seeking out his. He groaned, flexing his hips and pressing his very noticeable erection against my core.

I couldn’t help but to squirm in his lap, keeping him pressed right where I wanted him. I reached down in between us, undoing his fly with one hand, keeping his mouth pressed against mine with the other.

With his jeans undone, I pulled away from his mouth. I needed to know he was 100% on board before we went any further.

His eyes were closed, breathing laboured. “Luke.” I nudged.

He forced his eyes open. “Why did you stop?”

“I need to make sure you really want this. That you want this and it’s not just...”

He interrupted before I could sew any more doubts. “I want this. Don’t stop.”

His gaze dropped to my breasts, his fingertips tracing along the edge of my bra. Cautious at first, as if he thought I’d tell him to stop.

I brought my mouth back down on his, and kept one hand in between us so I could stroke his very noticeable erection.

He groaned as I pulled back from the kiss, but that stopped when he realised it was so I could lose my clothes.

My dress pooled around my feet, and my underwear quickly followed until I was standing in between his legs in just the heels. His eyes ran up and down my body, lingering in between my thighs.

“You’re overdressed.”

He smirked, jumping to his feet and kicking his shoes off. His jacket, shirt and holsters ended up on the chair, trousers and boxers discarded on the floor.

I gasped as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. He crashed his mouth down on mine, and took his place back on the edge of the desk, my legs on either side of his.

He kissed down my neck and towards my collar bone, pouting when I pulled his mouth away. I needed to watch his face. I needed to watch him whilst I slid down his length until he was buried inside me to the hilt. I reached between us to guide him inside me, moving slowly as I stretched around him, savouring every inch as he filled me.

He moaned, eyes closing, lifting his hips off the desk and pushing into me as far as I let him.

I took his hands, and pushed him backwards until he lay on the desk. His breathing was laboured as I used my grip on his hands for support as I moved above him. I changed the angle, leaning forwards to get him as deep inside me as possible.

Neither of us were going to last. I let go of his hands, and they ended up on my hips, helping me move even faster. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails threatening to break the skin.

My orgasm was close, really close. But I needed… more. There was something missing. Something I couldn’t ask for.

“Bite me”, he growled under his breath. His expression was one of need. I paused for a moment, mouth slightly open, my tongue licking across the tips of my teeth. He nodded, the desire clear in his eyes.

I gave in to that need, leaning over him, licking down his neck where I could see the vein jumping. I felt him tense beneath me, against what he assumed would hurt.

But this time, I could make sure it didn’t.

As soon as my teeth broke the skin of his neck, he moaned and relaxed, his head falling backwards. He started to thrust without rhythm inside me, chasing his release as quickly as possible.

His thrusts picked up to a punishing pace. I adjusted my hips so with each stroke, his body rubbed against my clit and his tip bumped my g-spot. Again and again until I exploded around him, and I could feel him meet his own release inside me.

I pulled away from his neck, trying to catch my breath. I winced when I saw the bite mark. It wasn’t tidy.

“I’m really sorry, Luke. Even with your healing, it will probably scar.”

He gave me a small smile, his breathing still erratic.

“It's fine, it can be my proof.”

I raised one eyebrow at him.

“Proof I fucked you, of course.”

Smug git.