Page 9 of Red (Everdark Tales #1)

Before I can react, Alex abruptly stands up with me still inside his arms. He surprisingly doesn’t have that wet dog smell… In fact, he smells even more like the masculine forest now. But he also has almost a sweet aroma, and I don’t mean my vanilla scented body wash.

What is it? His pheromones? Or maybe I’m so turned on I’m losing my senses?

He grabs the towel, wrapping me up like a burrito to dry, before he only shakes off himself. I don’t have time to scold him because we are already in my bedroom.

How fast is he?

He lays me on my back, horizontally in the middle of the mattress while he crouches on his hunches on the floor by the bed. He removes the towel from my body, pulling my butt to the very edge, and spreads my legs for his shoulders as his vision fixates on what’s in front of him.

“Mmmm…” He seems pleased. “Mine.”

I can’t argue with him, not right now when I’m so wet and open for him.

Keeping me locked under his firm grip right above the backs of my knees, his long, soft, pink tongue starts wandering along my skin on the inner thigh, leaving a wet path. Teasing me, he never gets to my center before moving onto the other leg and repeating the entire slow process.

As he groans, he sinks his teeth deep into my flesh, but I feel no pain even while I watch it happen. He then licks the spot, and after I blink, his bite mark is already gone.

Does he have magic?

I’m unsure what is even real anymore. He’s so surreal, I’m light-headed.

I moan loudly when I finally feel his tongue on my pussy lips. He trails it up my slit and then circles my clit, being very deliberate with each move.

“Is this what you need?”

“Yes!” I cry out as my hands fly to his head, and I rake my fingers through his hair. I mean, his fur… um, his mane?

He’s not a lion!

But it’s thicker around his nape.

It doesn’t fucking matter right now!

I squeeze my fists around his FUR. A deep, low sound escapes the back of his throat. It’s like a cross between a growl and a purr. I can feel its vibrations all over my nerves and it’s the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever experienced.

I guess I won’t be needing that vibrator after all.

He starts lapping at me relentlessly, getting me all sensitive, quivering, and verbal. But just when I’m about to reach the peak, he stops.

While I focus my vision on him, I let out a huff of frustration.

He, on the other hand, looks entertained as his eyes glow brighter gold. “Surely, you with your smart mouth couldn’t have thought I’d let you come?” Noticing how I pout while trying to murder him with my angry stare alone, he jeers at me further, “Aw, you have? My poor baby!” He hovers above my face and whispers into my ear, “Who’s desperate now?”

What an asshole.

So it’s just a male thing then, no matter what species.

“Oh, Alex, please!” I’m one pathetic monster whore.

He reaches for something on the floor. And that something turns out to be my new purchase as he puts it in my hand, grinning ominously.

“Here, why don’t you use your perfectly fine toy.”

“You’re such a dick.” Normally, this level of cockiness would be a huge turn off for me. But nothing about him is normal.

And he’s infuriatingly sexy.

“Why, yes.”

I fling it at him with violence—again—and he roars in laughter, standing up.

“So demanding,” he mocks as he grabs my hips firmly, lifting me upside down to his snout.

Holy shit.

With a loud squeak, I hook my legs over his shoulders for support. And once again, he starts eating me out, bringing me back to the edge in no time. His jaws open against my mound as he sinks his tongue deep into me.

I cry from the intensity of pleasure while he begins fucking me with it. I watch how it moves in and out of me over and again, his eyes on me the entire time. Until the sensation overwhelms me. My thighs squeeze around his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. Arching my back, I fist the tangled sheets left on the mattress as I come, clenching around his talented organ, screaming out his name.

He puts me back down on the bed with my feet rested against his chest, then licks my calve as his hand slides south my opposite thigh. He repositions that leg to the side onto the mattress, unraveling my puffed-up vulva for his sight.

“You have such a beautiful figure, Julia. I love your body.” He breathes heavily and I feel his rigid length sliding against my soaked lips. “Fuck! You feel amazing.”

Is he going to put it in me now?

He doesn’t.

Retracting his hips, he wraps his free palm around his entire thickness. With his eyes glued to my pussy, he begins to move it up and down.

Mesmerized, I watch him stroking himself. Generous streaks of clear liquid keep dropping on my belly, and I’ve never seen this much pre-cum. Everything about him is so hot, I might as well have a fever.

But I’m not used to this whole pillow princess treatment, so I extend my arm to help him out. He seems surprised at first yet lets me, taking my hand inside his, showing me how he enjoys being touched.

Now that I’m holding his cock in my palm, unable to close my fingers around his girth, it becomes more clear it’s unlike a human penis. Very slippery, almost as if producing natural moisture in addition to his pre-ejaculate. That’ll be useful since he’s so fucking big, I’m unsure whether I’ll even be able to take him. His veins are engorged, giving him a lot of texture, and I imagine just how amazing he’s going to feel against my walls—if he fits. He has somewhat bulbous head, but it's different… like a teardrop shape with a blunt yet pointed tip by the bottom side that’s clearly meant to ensure a successful breeding.

And why do I shiver at the thought? This has never been my kink before. I seriously need to behave before I do something unwise, like, beg him to put his babies in me, for instance.

It’s official—I lost my motherfucking mind.

I’m not going to mention how much it turns me on to caress his swollen knot, feeling how it gently pulsates under my fingertips. This thing for sure won’t ever fit in me, though.

Letting me do my thing, he leans over with my leg tossed over his bicep, stretching me out. He places his left hand flat on the bed by my face to support himself, his right fondling with my boob. I add my second palm, circling him entirely, and I keep jerking him off, twisting my wrists with each upward stroke.

“Shit, baby, you’re going to make me come like that.” He licks across my ribs and through my nipple before he reaches my neck.

I’m only able to feel a tiny tingle, but I know his teeth are dipped in my throat. It’s weirdly euphoric to be connected with him this way.

He thrusts against my movements a couple of times, then throws his head back with a loud, animalistic growl as he erupts all over my chest, coating my tits in abundance.

There’s nothing sexier than listening to him come. But I also hear a ripping right next to my ear, and as I turn my face to the side and locate the sound, I realize he just clawed my memory foam mattress topper.

“I’m sorry,” he says on a pant. “I’ll get you a new one.”

I don’t care as long as it isn’t me. “You came so much!” I gasp, amazed. He’s still hard, and his knot is throbbing stronger.

But he moves my hands away before gently collapsing onto his forearms. Loving the feeling of at least some of his weight on top, I embrace him tightly with my arms and legs to keep him right where he belongs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Mmm, to have your naked body pressed to mine. To have your soft thighs wrapped around me. To have your hands buried deep in my fur.”

He’s breathing along the side of my neck. “To feel you heartbeat right next to mine.”

This is so intimate. And I’ve never felt more cherished than in this moment right now. I want to kiss him so badly.

Can he even do that?

Well, he can lick, that’s for sure!

“Would you kiss me already?”

Momentarily, I feel him licking my bottom lip, so I open my mouth for him, and his tongue darts inside to find mine.

The hell with the fireworks! I see the entire galaxy behind my eyes as I levitate, what seems. He might not have human lips, but no one has kissed me with his kind of passion.

“You’re perfect,” he rasps after we separate, running his knuckles against my burning cheek. His eyes are almost completely dark because of the enlarged pupils, his tail wagging from side to side behind his back.

I tremble, overwhelmed by my emotions, as I ask, “Will you stay with me for the night?”

“Hmm, where would I go? I live here now, remember?”

I giggle, appreciating his sense of humor.

I do, of course, realize it should disturb me. He’s my stalker. And my dog—or so I thought. Also, a fucking WEREWOLF! But here I am, all giddy like a teenager having a first crush.

I need a second to breathe and try to think straight. Plus, I really need to pee.

“Um, I need a human moment.”

He releases me from underneath his body, and I rush to the bathroom.

When I empty my bladder, I clean after his mess on my breasts with a soapy washcloth and freshen up my nether lady bits, too. To cool off, I splash my face under cold water, but the heat’s not leaving my body. I then brush and floss my teeth before rinsing it with mouthwash, taking my time while I check out my reflection in the mirror.

No bite marks, just as he promised, though I can see some spots that’ll most likely turn into bruises. Nothing that concerns me too much.

When I get back to my room, he's sitting on the edge of mattress with his knees spread apart and his elbows rested on his quads, looking all attractive and shit.

I immediately stop all the second-guessing as I approach him and step between his legs.

His hands wander up from the backs of my calves as his tongue slides through my stomach to my boobs. He teases my nipples—each one consecutively with same tenderness.

I climb onto his lap, and then we kiss again, which once more almost causes me to faint.

His hands get a hold of my hips as he turns us over with me on my side. He lies next to me, and wraps his arm around my waist, spooning me from behind. His erection slips between my thighs, and I hear him hiss by my ear.

I reach for it, but he catches my wrist. “Rest now, gorgeous,” he tells me.

I don’t understand how he can even still be aroused. We haven’t had an actual intercourse, sure, but damn! What a stamina!

“Do you sleep?”

“Yes, of course. But I’m more of a nocturnal being.”

“We can keep talking. I’m not that tired,” I mumble, yawning, my eyes already closed.

“Or you can relax while I cuddle you?” His voice slowly drifting away.