Oh. “I’m bi. It was a she. Sex without hardware penetration.”
“Ah.” He nodded once, staring at me, trapping me with his gaze. “Casual, is just that. We do as we please, but with respect for one another.” My breath caught when his hand lifted, gently placing his warm palm against my cheek. He stepped closer, bringing that heat with him and the smell of forests right before a rainfall with the slightest hint of spiced evergreen, the aroma beginning to override his subtle cologne as he brushed his thumb over my lips in a soft caress. “I don’t know what to call you.” My breathing hiccupped, my gut igniting with a warm kindling flame as his thumb brushed over my lips again, black spiral curls dangling roguishly around his face, shadowing it. “Your name’s not Sadie.”
“It is. One of them. So, you can call me that.” I licked my lips, panting a bit as he inhaled heavily, his scent spiking at whatever he smelled off me, navy eyes darkening. “Do…” Another brush of his thumb, making me tremble. “Do I call you Elder Merrick? Or just Merrick when it’s only us together?”
“My name’s Cain,” he whispered, a bit of his wolf in his tone as he started to bend, those eyes moving ever so closer. “Cain Alek Merrick.” His breath was sweet and warm, brushing over my trembling lips the closer he drew. “Call me whatever you wish when we’re alone.”
“Cain,” I whispered, trying the name on my tongue even as I rose on tiptoe, easing up to him gradually.
Wolf growling quietly inside his chest, his eyes dipped to my mouth, and he whispered, “Sadie.”
I couldn’t wait another second. My hands shaking in need, I lifted them, gripping his silk soft spirals, tugging, pulling his head down. He pulled back the barest bit, resisting with a small smile I had never seen before curving his lips—an intimate, gentle teasing smile—before he dipped, letting me pull his mouth to mine. And the last time our lips had met didn’t do his lips any justice, too much alcohol having been running through my system. No, this time, it was fucking perfect, his lips supple soft, seamlessly fitting to my own in a slow caress.
I sighed quietly, his unique scent flaring with even more spice even as I wrapped my arms around his neck slowly, and I felt it when his control snapped, our lips meshing together forcefully. His grip turned brutal, soft lips instantly becoming more demanding on mine, his strokes longer, more flavored with heat as he nibbled at my bottom lip, groaning quietly. His moist tongue dragged lightly where his teeth had been and I moaned, all the pent up sexual tension I had been suppressing for him in the past two days attacking my lower gut, warming me from the inside out as I pressed myself against him, his scent collecting in power around us. Something inside me lurched at him, for him, an animalistic sensual part of me, not able to be gentle, and sure as hell not able to stop. Digging my hands into his luxurious light, curly hair, I pressed against his lips feverishly, taking what I wanted from this man.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his tongue past my lips, gliding it against my tongue. He growled deep in his throat, his wolf sounding harshly, pressing harder against my mouth, his grip fierce in my hair now, and as our tongues glided back and forth against each other, a smooth slide as if our mouths were welded to be together. His spiced forest scent skyrocketed, and not even sure how it happened, we were turned and I was lifting his cashmere shirt up over his stomach and chest as he grabbed my hips, walking me backward toward my bedroom, only taking his mouth away from mine when I ripped his shirt over his head, his mouth instantly back. Our clothes flew everywhere as we moved, fumbling and banging against walls, tripping out of our pants and underwear until we were fully naked against each other, falling on our sides onto my bed in a tangle of arms and limbs.
Frantic. I was damn frantic to feel him, my hands running over his sleek, hard muscles, built like the killing machine he was. I had imagined his muscles bunched tight, not getting the chance to touch him like this the other night, all that warm flesh bulging, my fingernails digging into his hard pecs as I ate at his mouth, his taste even better than his scent, like pure fucking ambrosia against my tongue, but spiced heated. I groaned, rocking against him as his hands slid just as frantically against my body, and he palmed one of my breasts, squeezing and caressing in yearning need as he groaned hard into my mouth, his breath running over my lips as he opened his mouth wider, his tongue owning mine in skilled talent, the battle fucking lost, his tongue diving in to curl against mine. He ordered brokenly, “Sadie…leg…” He groaned, his tongue sliding back in my mouth, and I pushed my hand down between our bodies, grabbing his cock, and I moaned, feeling how fucking massive he was, hard and heavy against my palm. He mumbled, “Aw, fuck…never mind.” He grabbed my thigh roughly, jerking my leg over his hip before that hand dove down between my legs, bumping my own hand, but we were both on a fucking mission, not giving a shit as our arms rubbed against each other, and I gripped his cock tight, not able in any way to wrap my fist completely around his silky smooth, rock hard cock, and started pumping him just as his hand landed over my core. He faltered, shouting against my mouth, instantly driving his hips into my touch, pumping with me, but he groaned, his fingers sliding through my soaking folds, and instantly pressed two fingers inside me, giving me what I needed, my core gripping him tight as I rocked my hips against his plunging and pumping hand. My own shout vibrated against his lips as his hold on my breast turned rougher, the beautiful point between pleasure and pain.
On fire for him, grinding against his hand, the sound of his wolf growling loudly from within his chest a subtle noise that had been growing stronger. His scent spiked unbelievably, making me dizzy with need. I moaned, “Cain…Cain…Cain…”
His own reply was a panting against my lips. “Huh?”
“Now, Cain.” I pounded on his chest with my free hand. “I…I,” I shouted when he pumped his hand faster, “I need you now.”