Page 37 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

Aspen

My heart is racing as I follow behind Warrick into his bedroom.

A room I’ve never seen before but dreamed of long nights tangled in the sheets together.

The muscles along his toned back shift with each step we take as I try to settle my anxiousness.

All the years of dreaming of this moment are finally coming to a head and I’m not sure what emotion I feel the most right now.

I just hope I don’t fuck this up with my inexperience.

I know he said it won’t bother him, but I don’t want him to hate this with me.

He glances over his shoulder at me with a smile playing across his lips. I want to know what he is thinking about. Is he as nervous as I am? Is he as worried about this not being as good as I am?

He pushes his bedroom door open with his arm as he moves to the side to allow me to pass.

The deep earthy tones of his walls with the wood accents give this room the feel of being in the woods.

His enormous bed is the centerpiece of the room, with the thick wood frame holding the mattress off the floor.

End tables with simple copper lamps on each side frame the bed.

It’s very masculine, clean, and cozy. It’s very him.

His body closes in on my back before he whispers, “Is it how you imagined it?”

“Yes,” I whisper back.

“Hmm,” he mutters as he walks around me. “What have you imagined doing in here, I wonder?”

“Lots of things,” the words keep coming out in a whisper.

He runs his finger down my neck as my eyes watch him. Following the swell of my breast, he pinches my hardening nipple between his forefinger and middle finger. My teeth press into my lip as the pain elicits a moan from me.

“What was the most common one?” he asks as his fingers trail down my cami to the hem before sliding under it.

My breath hitches when his fingers touch my stomach and gently run back up. The cool air of the room moves across my skin, adding to the goosebumps already popping up along my skin. Breaths pant out of me as I watch his hands move under my shirt closer and closer.

“Rose…” he calls to me.

My eyes snap to his, where he is waiting for something.

“I asked you a question.”

“I, uh...” I say. My mouth is dry from the sawing breaths. Swallowing to wet my mouth, I try again. “I always fantasized holding on to the headboard while I rode you. The sheets bunched around my hips as our bodies dripped sweat. My nipples pinched between your fingers as I gripped your forearms.”

“Ah, I’m seeing a trend here. I think I can get behind it,” he mumbles as he lifts my cami, revealing my lace bra beneath it. His fingers brush across my hardened nipples as he continues to pull the cami up. “Lift your arms up, Rose,” he demands.

I do as he says, and his fingers trail up the sides of my arms as he pulls it past my face. I watch as he throws the cami to the ground over his shoulder. His pupils are dilating as he takes me in. My arms fall to my sides, already feeling as though I should cover my body.

“Don’t,” is all he growls out before pushing the straps of my bra off my shoulder. “The amount of times I’ve stroked myself to the thoughts of using these for my pleasure,” he says as he reaches around my back to unclasp my bra, allowing it to fall to the ground beneath us.

My nipples tighten to the point of pain between the cool air breezing past them and the absolute hunger in his eyes. “They are gorgeous.” His hand massages my breast as his other travels down my side to hook into the band of my pajama shorts.

His hand drops my breast to join the other around the band. “You ready?” he asks as I nod my head.

He lowers himself until he is kneeling on the floor in front of me. Every part of me is exposed to him as I step out of the shorts. He tosses my shorts with my cami before grasping both of my ass cheeks into his hands and leaning into my sex with a deep inhale.

“Fuck, you smell as good as I imagined you would.” His tongue darts out to lap some of my slick into his mouth. “The most desirable taste I’ve ever experienced. Better than all the best desserts in the world. A feast I would die to taste every day of my life.”

Hooking my knee over his shoulder, he dives in with fervor.

Licking, sucking, and nibbling at my sex like a man starved.

My hands fall on his hair, gripping it to prevent myself from falling over.

As soon as he hits a spot that shoots tingles up my spine, I push his face harder against it.

Taking the hint he was given, he works that spot until I feel myself rising.

Mewling his name, I gasp as he slides a finger inside me.

The burn is minimal after years of toy usage.

As if he already determined that, he adds a second and works them in a come here motion, hitting the spot deep inside.

He tilts his head back to look at me. “That’s it, Rose. Come for me.” My whole body lights up and I can feel it. It’s about to happen. Seeing how close I am, he leans in and nips my clit with his canine, causing me to erupt and convulse.

“Look at you soaking my hand like a good girl,” he breathes against my skin as he moves up my body one kiss at a time.

He captures my mouth with his as he walks us toward the bed.

The backs of my calves hit the edge of the bed before my body falls onto it.

My elbows prop me up as I watch him slowly pull down his bottoms. His impressive length bobbing out, to stand at attention as my mouth drops open at the sight.

He smirks at me as he steps out of the pants.

“See why I said we needed to take it slow.”

I watch his hand stroke along the length as he buts up against his swelling knot. The knot that doubles the width of his dick. There’s no way that is going to fit inside of me. My eyes bulge as his hand wraps around it and squeezes. His hand that barely wraps around it, I might add.

“That’s not going to fit!” I squeal as I scramble up the bed to the pillows.

He chuckles as he crawls after me, grabbing my knees and pushing them apart. “Oh, it’s going to fit. I can promise you that. Don’t you remember? We are fated for each other. There is no way we won’t fit together in every way,” he growls as his knees slide under my thighs.

I shake my head from side to side and say, “That monster is going to split me in half.”

“Well, you did say you were into monster romance,” he chuckles as his hand wraps around his dick, aiming it at my seam. It glides along my slick, building anticipation.

He pumps forward quickly, dipping the head into me, before pulling back just as quickly. Repeating the motion a few times only further winds me up. My fingers wind into the comforter as I look for anything to hold onto.

His left hand moves to rest above my shoulder as he looks into my eyes. “I want one night to worship at your altar, Rose. One night to apologize for the pain. A night to wash away every bad memory and replace each with a blissful moment between us. Let me show you how I will worship you.”

I nod my head, afraid to speak.

He pushes forward slowly, allowing my body the time to adjust to him.

I can feel the burn as I spread to accept him into my body.

He never takes his eyes off mine, making this feel more than just a connection of our bodies, but the connection of our souls.

As he keeps pushing forward, I slap my hands down on his shoulders, not realizing my claws have come out until he hisses.

A bloom of blood comes around each of my claws where they dig into his skin. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly, before pulling them back and holding my hands against my chest.

He smiles softly at me. “It’s okay, you can mark me as much as you want.”

The pressure reaches its peak when he stops. I look down between our bodies and back to him.

“This is going to hurt quite a bit, but that should fade quickly. Your toys don’t go this deep, so I have to make room.”

My face scrunches. “How did you...”

The laugh that rumbles out of him is full of mirth. “You are going to learn very quickly that there isn’t much I don’t know, or won’t know, about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Now, hold on tight, Aspen.”

Before I can consider what he just implied, I grip onto his shoulders again right as he thrusts forward quickly. The searing pain rips through my torso, causing my toes to curl and my eyes to crash closed.

“Fuck, you are so tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last with you gripping my dick as if you could squeeze the life out of it.”

When the wave of pain subsides, I flutter my eyes open to see that he is staring down at me, waiting.

“You alright?” he asks, with a note of concern.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say as my head nods slowly.

“Great, because here comes the real fun part.” His hips begin to rock slowly like the small waves lapping in a lake as a boat goes by. I feel so full as he moves in and out of me.

“You are doing beautifully,” he murmurs as he leans back on his heels and stares down at me with eyes full of lust.

With a quick tug, he pulls my thighs overs his, angling my hips up to him.

His palms splay across the tops of my thighs as he grips them tightly.

The pace never stops as he slowly builds us up.

“Fuck. This was harder than I thought it was going to be.” With a stutter in his pace, he reaches to where we are joined, circling his finger around my clit.

The moan that falls from my lips is low and lust filled as I feel the climax building again.

“Let’s see how many orgasms I can pull from you before you finally pull one from me. Hmm, shall we?”

He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond before pushing firmer down on my sensitive nub in a faster swirl.

The wave is building, and for once, I’m terrified of the crest. I’ve never had an orgasm this way and I can already tell it feels different than any of the times in the past. No toy has ever built me up this way, this quickly, or made me feel this full.