Page 14 of Red (Everdark Tales #1)

God.

He looks exactly like I would have imagined a human version of him. So handsome in such an intriguing way. Ethnic, yet not something I can pinpoint specifically.

His oval face is full and symmetrical, with a straight nose, prominent pointed chin, and well-defined jawline covered in dense stubble. Large, almond-shaped eyes in a familiar warm amber hue framed by thick, arched brows and adorned with a curtain of long, dark lashes. His medium-length, slightly messy but glorious nonetheless, black hair shiny, cascading in gentle waves over his face to barely graze his broad shoulders. His olive skin tone, much darker than mine, with a subtle golden glow of a setting sun.

It clicks to me that he’s completely naked, but my attention is on his wide, full mouth.

Oh, his lips!

My hand flies to cup his cheek. He turns his face to the side to meet my touch and he places butterfly kisses on the inside of my palm.

“Disappointed?” His voice sounds unlike the way I’m used to—still very deep and hoarse yet audibly human now.

“You’re beautiful.”

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer. “Kiss me,” he demands with his soft lips already on mine.

I do, sensually invading his mouth.

It’s so different than all our previous kisses, obviously, but evokes the exact same sensations in me. My body sings for him and my soul is his to take. It’s such an overtaking desire what I feel for him, and I know no man will ever come close to the intensity of it.

Well, except his human form.

His body is kinda ridiculous, I’m not gonna lie. Based solely on how small I appear on his lap and how much space he takes up, he’s still significantly taller than average, maybe about 6’5”, and pure muscle. Absolutely stunning. A man who would be on the covers of magazines in today’s world.

But my beast is equally charming.

As if reading my mind, his lips are gone in an instant, and I realize he turned back into the furry giant that captured my attention first.

He mumbles an apology and I laugh gently.

“It’s okay.”

He focuses before shifting back, and we kiss again, even more passionately. His lips tender, hungry. His hands are everywhere… I can feel him everywhere. And I never want him to stop.

He rolls up my dress over my hips and I lift my arms to let him remove it entirely. Although, seeing the naughty lingerie set I’ve chosen must be too much, because he’s a growling werewolf in an instant.

“If it causes you discomfort, you don’t have to keep changing. I like you like this.”

He phases one more time, determined. “But I’m too into this.” He grins, flaunting his perfect set of pearly whites, as he unsnaps my red bra.

My tits spill out in front of his eyes and he covers them with his hands after a brief moment of awe. Next, he wets his lips before embracing my nipple, sucking on it for the first time.

“Fuck!” He takes my other nipple between his teeth, gently tugging at it. “You turn me on so badly.”

Craving friction, I rub myself against his erection and I can feel his human dick throb. It’s not as enormous but also quite impressive. And I wonder whether it would be possible for him to ever fuck me as a man.

Moving his mouth onto my other nipple, his large hands skim down my spine to my butt. As he squeezes my cheeks, I feel his fingertips on the mesh of my thongs between my legs.

“Damn, baby! You’re soaked already.”

Under any other circumstances I would feel embarrassed. But I have nothing to be ashamed of with him.

His fingers slide below the fabric, collecting the moisture that he then smears on my bottom lip. “Taste how delicious you are.” His voice commanding.

I grab his wrist to keep his hand in place as I lick his fingers clean, slowly and seductively, before sucking on them. And he watches me like he’s hypnotized, his eyes darken with lust.

“Do you trust me?” He quirks his eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Don’t move,” he requests as he glides his long fingers back under the material, spreading my pussy lips. One slips down into my hot core and we mutually groan. “So fucking tight!” he rasps, adding a second digit, stretching me out. “Mmmmm, I can’t wait for my cock to be inside you.”

Alarm bells should be going off in my head. He can claw me in a split second. But instead, I find the thrill of it even more stimulating.

My eyelids heavy as he pumps in and out of my wetness. I feel this strange buildup yet again and the noises coming from my cunt get more squishy-like. But the sensation is gone too soon, replaced with his claws grazing my butt cheek.

“I can’t, I’m sorry.”

Oh, he’s in pain! So damn hard and panting that I know this is the end of experimenting for tonight.

I reassure him all is good as I nudge him to lie down. Once he does, I move down his body and get comfy between his furry legs. He’s such a giver, it’s only fitting for it to be my turn to please him.

Sucking dick is something I’m good at, and I feel no shame admitting it. But his is so huge that it’s quite a challenge as I can barely fit it in my mouth. Somehow, I was able to give him head last night when he took me to the Spruce Knob. Maybe it was my animalistic side since being with him in the nature awoke something primal in me. He got extra enthusiastic, as well, and was less careful than usual, causing it to be fast, rough and sloppy. Which I loved, of course.

Tonight the mood is different, however. I want him to thoroughly enjoy himself.

I want him to feel wanted.

Putting all my skills to use, I massage his entire length with both hands, stroking him just the way he likes it. While I simultaneously tease his head using my lips and tongue.

He watches me keenly with an arm crossed behind his head and his other hand tangled into my hair to keep my curls away from my face.

I slide him deeper into my mouth, moaning around his shaft. He impulsively jerks his hips, pushing his length further. My eyes water, but I never break our shared gaze. I bob my head on him, blowing him the best of my abilities.

“You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth, being such a sweet girl for me.”

Oh, my word! Him and his dirty talk!

With a loud pop, I release him and smile. I then slide my tongue along the underside all the way down to his swollen base. I press my lips to the pulsing knot, gently sucking, as my thumb circles around his tip and I cup his full balls with my other palm.

A loud roar rips through his throat, and he doesn’t even get a chance to warn me before he erupts. That’s the hardest I’ve seen him come yet. His body is trembling as he spills his seed all over, making a whole lot of mess on me, my couch, and himself.

I’m not going to admit to my web browser’s recent search history… because FBI should be knocking at my door any minute now.

Worth it, though.

There’s so much cum, making me impatient for him to fill me up as he knots with me.

He then surprises me when he shifts. I can’t stop myself from touching him. His eyes shut as he hisses, and his dick twitches in my hand. He doesn’t get this oversensitive post-orgasm in the werewolf form, so I’m assuming he must be experiencing it closer to a regular man now.

“Does this feel nice for you?” I ask while I keep very gently caressing him, silently adoring how squirmy he gets under my touch.

“Mhmm.”

“Are you able to have sex as human?”

He nods. “But it won’t be for a long while.” His eyes meet mine. “I want you too much to be able to control it.”

I have no time to reply because he already yanks me up, and I find myself kneeling above his face. He places wet kisses on the inside of my thighs, everywhere he can only reach.

“These are going on the list, too.” He rips my barely-there underwear from my body, and smiles while he lowers my hips. “Sit.”

I comply, and both of us moan as he presses his human lips to my dripping pussy.

“Oh, I like this,” he murmurs, a deep timbre of his voice vibrates right to my core.

His tongue feels similar but doesn’t. Yet, the feeling of him actually kissing me down there is heavenly. The slurping sounds of his greed only intensify my arousal. My legs tremble and my knees get weak, yet he has his arms around my thighs, holding my waist to keep me stable.

“Alex!” I breathe sharply when he sucks my clit in his mouth.

He lets go with a pop, and his tongue slides lower past my slit and to my rear. He gets me all nice and wet before moving back to my cunt. He starts fucking me with his tongue and I feel the tip of his finger at the entrance of my other hole. There’s a lot of resistance since I don’t have too much experience with butt stuff, but he very carefully pushes past the tight ring.

I come almost immediately. Yet, he doesn’t let me go until I reach climax once again after he gets to finger my ass some more.

As I come back down to earth, I realize he is already in his shifted form. His clawed hands on my ass keep me gently hoisted up over his snout so I wouldn’t catch my skin on his fangs while he’s lapping up all my juices.

I slide down and lay on his chest, listening to his pounding heart, and he wraps me in his arms.

“What if there was a place where I didn’t have to hide?” he asks, his voice quiet.

I rest my chin on his firm pec to look at him. “Then I’d love for you to take me there.”

“Would you?” His eyes are shining, and it seems like he wants to add something more.

But suddenly, everything changes. His ears perk up and his head shoots up as he’s snarling wildly.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” I hope it’s the FBI.

“Get dressed,” he tells me, lifting me off his body. “Dean will be pulling up shortly. I hear his truck turning from the main road.”

That’s, like, a few miles away, and now I get some idea of the range of his hearing.

Swiftly, I put my dress back on and try to make myself look decent. But I can only imagine my mascara running, flaming hot face, and my hair in a total disorder.

“Please, just stay here and don’t react,” I ask Alex when Dean’s already banging his fist at the front entrance. “I can handle him.” I’m positive none of it reaches him, though. He may be soft and caring with me, yet at the same time, I also know how insanely possessive he’s over me.

After I open the door, I’m surprised to see Dean looking like shit. His eyes are bloodshot and his beard untamed as he’s wearing a casual buffalo plaid flannel and washed blue jeans.

“I don’t remember inviting you,” I start, my tone cold.

He tries to move past me to come inside but I block the entryway, crossing my arms on the chest.

“Nice dress.” He’s scanning my body, but more like he would looking for something than with lust.

What a weirdo.

“Dean, what are you doing here?”

“Why? You aren’t going anywhere looking like this, are you?” He leans into me and I notice how badly he reeks of whiskey and cigarettes mixed with his spicy cologne.

“No, but you surely are coming back from somewhere.” I place my hand flat on his torso to shift him away.

“I wanted to talk. I don’t like the way things ended. I think you’re making a big mistake.” He firmly grabs my hips. “Babe…”

I cringe both at the word and his behavior. I’m honestly baffled what’s gotten into him. He never acted this way with me before. And it was never that serious to begin with.

“Don’t touch me.” I’m getting ready for the good, old knee to the groin move.

He persists, “Give yourself to me.”

I just had a werewolf’s dick in my mouth, babe.

I don’t hear him since he moves noiselessly. But I know Alex is standing right behind me. I feel his anger blazing on my back.

Dean’s eyes zero in on him as the corners of his lips jerk up. That’s not a reaction of someone who sees a supernatural being for the first time.

Well, shit.

Although, the longer he stares, the more his eyes enlarge, and he then gasps, “You?”

He knows him?

Alex reaches from above me and grabs him by the nape, lifting him high in the air. It’s worth noting Dean isn’t a small guy in the least—just a smidge shy of six feet tall and quite brawny, giving off lumberjack vibes.

No match for the furious shifter, however.

Alex tosses him across my front porch steps like a rag doll. Dean crashes onto the hood of his truck, and the windshield shatters upon impact. Grunting and struggling to move, he appears completely knocked out of air.

“Did he hurt you?” Alex asks, but I continue to be mute. “Answer me! I need to know how painful this has to be for him.”

“No.”

Without mercy, he rapidly reaches Dean’s side, pulling him down. The look of menace on his wolf face gives me that sinking feeling in my stomach of what’s about to happen.

I almost beg him to stop, feeling sorry for the poor guy.

But Dean isn’t ready to give up the fight and takes out a fistful of some herb from his pocket to rub it against Alex’s chest. It must be burning him because some smoke rises from the spot as he hisses.

How did he know his weakness?

Why did he come prepared in a first place?

“Dean, stop! Please! Don’t harm him!” I cry out, but my feet refuse to walk.

Using the moment to his advantage, Dean already holds a knife and tries to stab him. Alex is faster, though. I hear a chilling sound of bones crushing, and Dean’s arm is twisted unnaturally as the blade slips from his hand.

I’m still paralyzed, but I manage to breathe out, “Alex, you don’t have to do this.”

Yet, I know in his mind it needs to be done, and there’s no reasoning with him.

It goes beyond me, beyond the testosterone even. It’s almost as if they are arch-enemies or something.

Regardless, they both ignore me, of course.

“You think it ends like this?” Dean taunts.

No response from Alex.

Zero hesitation, also.

I dissociate, shutting my eyes, feeling how tears stream down my face. I hear another quick snap and a heavy body slumping to the ground.