Elizabeth's Wolf

Chapter Twenty-Five

She was crying when he leaned forward, his lips touching hers, rubbing against them gently. As the small rivulets of moisture reached his mouth, his lips moved to her cheek. With infinite tenderness he kissed them away, drawing the moisture into his mouth as his hands cupped her head.

Warmth rushed through her, piercing the shell she had fought so desperately to keep between her heart and this man’s total acceptance of her. From the first moment, in the diner, he had taken over, clearing her way, sheltering her and Cassie as she rested. He had paved the way for her daughter’s safety, given her a chance to once again regain control of her own life, and in the bargain, he had given her the very core of who and what he was.

Gentle words. Soft kisses. Like now, his lips moving over her face as he crooned gently to her.

“Don’t cry, baby. Your tears rip at my soul. Don’t you know that? I would move heaven and earth to wipe away any pain you would know, if I could.”

And he would. She saw it in the somber lines of his face, the golden glow of his eyes. The man couldn’t be real. It wasn’t possible. How had she ever deserved for God to answer her prayer in this manner, with this man? He was strong, too arrogant, and too sure of himself for her to be comfortable with, but a man whose voice rang with quiet honor, with acceptance of all he was.

He never made excuses. He didn’t pretend to have all the answers. But he was like a boulder of strength beside her, clearly willing to shelter her however she needed. And he had come to her without expectations, knowing the danger she and Cassie faced. Knowing the risk to his own life.

When he drew back, staring down at her with a flare of heat and a gaze filled with adoration, she didn’t know what to say. No one had ever accepted her so completely.

“You don’t know me,” she said, suddenly afraid that the faults she knew she possessed would weaken what she saw in his eyes. “You don’t know what I’m like.”

“And you don’t know what I’m like,” he agreed softly. “You don’t know how I have to fight my possessiveness and my need to hold back to keep you safe. How dominant I get and how kinky I can get sexually. I have the same fears you do, Elizabeth. We’ll work through them.”

“How can you be so certain?” She was frightened now, terrified one day he would see her as she knew she was. Grumpy in the mornings, irrational during PMS, and most of all, willing to kill a man in cold blood.

His fingers slid over her cheeks, his thumb smoothing against her lips.

“I don’t know how, Elizabeth,” he said. “All I know is that the bond with you was stronger than with any other woman, before I ever found you in that diner. That I knew you in my dreams, in the darkest depths of unconsciousness. That I know I would kill anyone, without first considering his right to live, who attempted to harm so much as a hair on your head. You complete something that has been missing inside me. That’s all I know. I don’t ask for more. The rest will come in time.”

She breathed in raggedly as she stared back at him, feeling the heat of his body enfolding her, the warmth wrapping around her like a cloud of comfort. It sent shivers chasing up her spine to realize she had never known anything like it. At the same time, she realized how swollen her breasts were, the nipples throbbing in longing. Between her thighs, her cunt pulsed, spilled its precious moisture and further slickened the plump lips there.

“I can smell your heat,” he whispered as his lips lowered to hers, barely brushing against them as he stared back at her with drowsy sensuality. “Hot and sweet. Do you know what that does to me, Elizabeth?”

He urged her to unfold her legs, pulling them down until they lay along the outside of his. His fingers worked at the knot of her robe then, loosening it slowly.

“What?” Her breathing was rough now, heavy, as she fought to drag in air to combat the extreme excitement his touch always caused to rise within her.

“It makes me very hungry,” he revealed. “It makes me want to eat you slow and easy, drawing every drop of cream into my mouth and making more flow as I lick into your tight pussy. It makes me want to hear you scream, feel you shudder and pulse and spill your sweet juices against my tongue.”

“God! Dash!” He made her weak, made her shiver in anticipation as he drew the edges of the robe back from her body.

“Oh, look how pretty.” His gaze went to her straining breasts. “So full and sweet, with the prettiest little berries resting atop them. I want to taste your pretty breasts as well, Elizabeth.”

Her head fell back against the chair as she watched his head lower. His hands cupped the full mounds and lifted them to his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers as his tongue licked over a nipple slowly.

“Dash. Are you going to torture me?” She gripped the sides of the chair in desperation.

“No, baby. I’m going to love you.” He laved the hard tip with wicked flicks of his tongue, watching her closely as he did so. “Do you like it, Elizabeth?” he asked her softly seconds later as his lips rubbed over the twin mound and began to caress it as well.

“Too much,” she panted.

She had to touch him. Had to touch that smooth, hard flesh. Her hands moved to his shoulders, palms sliding over the flexing muscles there and watched as his lips opened and he drew one desperate nipple into the suctioning heat of his mouth.

His teeth rasped the little bud, his tongue licked, his mouth suckled. Sensation after sensation slammed into her womb, convulsing her stomach as she fought for control. She could feel her cunt growing wetter, her clit swelling hard and tight.

“Damn, you taste so good,” he growled as he moved to the other breast. He repeated the procedure there, growling his pleasure in her, the sound vibrating on the sensitive peak as her nails bit into his skin.

She wanted to close her eyes, wanted to revel in the sensations, in the darkness of the sensuality he called within her, but she found him holding her gaze. His eyes were demanding, glowing with his lust and hunger, the lids lowered to half-mast, his lips swollen from the meal he was making of her nipples.

Each sip, each rasp of his tongue, each draw of his strong mouth was a whiplash of pleasure nearly too devasatating to bear. She was whimpering from the hunger rising in her own body. Dash could do things to her that no man had ever accomplished. Never had she been poised on such a sharp precipice of arousal and need, knowing that when her orgasm came, that it would rip her out of herself and throw her into a place of such ecstasy she feared one day she may not return.

“Delicious,” he groaned as his lips lifted from her nipple then began to sprinkle light, delicate kisses over the full mounds. Even the smallest amount of flesh was not left unattended.

“You’re going to kill me.” Her head tossed against the back of the chair as he gripped her hips and pulled her forward.

“No, baby. I’m going to love you,” he crooned, his voice velvety and dark, sending ripples of pleasure over her flesh. “And how I do enjoy loving you.”

He lifted her legs, spreading them wide, pulling her buttocks to the edge of the chair and staring between her thighs with hungry intent. His hand smoothed up the inside of her thigh seconds before he allowed it to cup her pussy, his finger moving up the narrow slit and coating his finger with her juices. Then his eyes rose to her.

“Taste,” he whispered. “See why I can barely keep my lips from your juicy cunt, no matter how dangerous things get.”

Elizabeth gasped in shock as he smeared the thick moisture over her lower lip, his gaze flaring with such fiery lust it nearly stole her breath.

“Taste,” he urged her again.

Her tongue flickered out. He grimaced in almost violent pleasure, which did no more than urge her on. She loved that look on his hard face, the intensity of arousal, the nearly painful desire.

Her tongue ran slow and easy over the curve then, drawing in the thick moisture, pleased to realize it was a pure, earthy taste.

“Damn. Elizabeth.” That hard, primal growl was back a second before he pressed his finger between her lips, allowing her to suck the rest of her juices from his fingers. It wasn’t unpleasant; it was arousing to taste herself, to see his eyes darken, to see the hunger glow to an almost mad desperation as he watched her.

He licked his own lips, as though envious that she had tasted of the sweet moisture and he hadn’t. His shoulders lowered, his long body sitting on the floor now as he placed his hands on each thigh and bent his head to partake of her smooth flesh.

The first slow lick between the full, swollen lips of her pussy had Elizabeth stiffening in violent pleasure. Arcing flares of pulsing sensation ripped and ricocheted through her body at the speed of light as her hips jerked involuntarily.

“Dash.” She moaned his name as her fingers speared through his hair, eager for a firmer touch, to have him eating her with all the hunger she could feel vibrating in his body.

“Mmm,” he mumbled against her clit as his tongue made a slow, delicious trek around the straining nub.

His tongue licked and probed at the throbbing nub, flickering against it with light, wet caresses that had her straining to him, her fingers clenching in his hair, her body setting afire with the needs rocketing through her flesh.

“I can’t stand it,” she cried out, overwhelmed by the tenderness he displayed in his greedy feast of her flesh.

“You have to,” he groaned heatedly, his breath searing her soaked cunt as he tried to lick every drop of the flowing syrup from the shallow slit. “God, Elizabeth. You intoxicate me. I could lie between your thighs for days and survive merely on the soft cream that flows from you.”

She would have protested his declaration. Would have begged for him to take her if he hadn’t chosen that second to sink one broad finger into the clutching depths of her pussy.

She arched her hips, a strangled scream tearing from her lips at the penetration. He worked the digit in slowly, smoothing past the convulsing tissue and coating his finger once again with her juices.

A protesting cry broke free of her as he retreated and shock coursed through her body as the finger slid against her lips. His lips slid lower. As Elizabeth accepted her own taste into her mouth his tongue plunged hard into her quaking vagina and his groan echoed through the room.

She sucked his finger into her mouth. Her tongue licked at it desperately as his tongue flickered inside the tight depths of her pussy. He was eating her like a man starved, dragging the flowing moisture into his mouth and returning for more. His tongue fucking her with hard heated strokes until it whipped a firestorm inside the rippling channel.

She would have screamed, but that would have meant releasing the hard finger lodged in her mouth. She was terrified the plunging thrusts up her pussy would stop if she did, so she hung on, her lips clamped around it as she exploded violently.

Strangled screams tore from her throat as his finger slid free of her mouth, his tongue sinking over and over into her spasming tissue. He was groaning intently, obviously determined to suck every drop of juice from the tunnel before he finished.