Perfect Mate (A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance #2)(22)

You. You’re the one. My prince. You’re mine.

Thoughts turned into blank explosions of sensation as Julia took him into her mouth, her tongue pressing up at the underside of his shaft. She slid herself down, then up along his cock. He regretted not being able to see just then. He wanted to watch her take him inside of her mouth. He wanted to see her beautiful eyes, meet them with his. Then she swirled her tongue around the tip of his head and he leaned back into the pillow, groaning. Well, at least blindness enhanced his other sensations.

Her hands began to stroke his balls, softly at first, then cupping them. One hand gripped his shaft at the base. He bucked against the pressure, aching to have her take him again entirely, to feel her lips stroking the sensitive skin of his head. A shock of pain jolted through him from his rib, and he yelped softly. She pulled back and he moaned.

“Please,” he said.

“Hold still,” she said. “You’re going to mess up all of Jordan’s hard work.”

“That’s nothing,” Damien said. “He can always sew me back up again.”

“You are irredeemably naughty.”

Damien had a retort in his mind, but he somehow lost the words when Julia’s mouth returned to his c*ck with a light lick.

“Tell me what you want,” Julia said. “I don’t…I don’t quite know how to do this.”

“Could have fooled me,” Damien said. He sensed her anxiousness and reached down, caressing her hair. If she wanted him to guide her, he would do it gladly.

“Take me in your mouth,” he said. He guided her with his hand gently, arching his back slightly. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his head and when she sucked there, it sent thrills of delight through him.

“Harder,” he whispered. The pressure increased and he moaned.

“I wish you could feel what this does to me,” he said. “Oh, Julia—”

The twisting ache of his desire built and built until he was ready to burst. He felt her lust rising along with his, and the emotion echoed through his body, building with each reverberation until every nerve of his was vibrating with unreleased pressure.

“Wait,” he said. “I want to be inside of you.”

“Damien, I have a broken arm and you have a broken rib. Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

Damien grinned.

“You said you could be gentle.”

Julia laughed and threw her leg across him, easing her body down onto his. He held her waist with both hands, guiding himself toward her.

Her smell was delicious, her soft perfume mixing with the scent of her juices. He knew that she was wet with desire for him, and it made him glad to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Groaning, he thrust himself upward into her hot slick center.

“Ohh!” she cried. He felt what she felt—the terrible hot longing, the sensation of being filled, of being completed. So that was what it was like for her.

She began to rock slowly, working his hard c*ck deeper and deeper into her core. The pressure inside of him rose and rose, and still he held back, biting his lip to keep himself from letting go. He wanted to be with her when she found her pleasure, wanted to experience the feeling along with her. He could sense it already, the clenching of her body around him, and it drove him wild.

Rocking with her, he thrust his h*ps slightly upward to meet her, and she moaned with each thrust. The pain in his rib did not matter, nothing else mattered but the seal between the two of them, this connection that made the rest of the world disappear. He slid one hand up her thigh and grabbed her hip tightly, guiding her in circles against his muscle, and tight unwindings of pleasure shot away from her, rolled over his body and met with his pleasure.

“Damien, I’m going to—I’m going to—”

“Yes,” Damien whispered, and thrust upwards again, hard, keeping the rhythm until he felt her pent-up tension explode outward, rolling over him in waves and waves of ecstasy.

“Ohhhh!” She tightened around him and cried out softly, her moan stifled with her hand.

With one more thrust he was there, and he groaned in pleasure as he shot his seed into her hot accepting core.

“Julia! Julia!”

The waves of her bliss continued to roll through his body, making him twitch with each shudder. The waves ebbed into ripples, and then into a calm peace, a desire quenched. Julia rolled off of him and lay her body down next to him on the bed. He turned his head and leaned to kiss her, her lips still hot with exertion.

“So, children?” he asked. She laughed in delight.

“We’ll see what happens,” she said, cuddling up with her injured arm resting softly on his chest.

He had more questions than answers about what would happen next, but he did not want to break the moment with words. There was plenty of time to figure out their future.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

*** Three months later...***

Julia walked through the forest at night with just a single candle to light her way. The trail of her white dress glided along the forest floor. The ceremony had been planned quickly, but Granny Dee had taken her aside at the start of it. She'd opened the trunk in her room and pulled out her dress from when she'd bonded with Charles.

"You don't need to wear the same one," Dee had said, uncharacteristically hesitant. "If you'd rather get another dress..."