Chapter 11 011
Seraphina’s Pov
Dimitri was losing his mind, I could tell. His breaths came in ragged gasps, one hand tangling in my wet hair, guiding me without forcing.
"Fuck, yes, suck it like that. You're so fucking good at this, my dirty little wolf."
Moans spilled from him, deep and uncontrolled, his body trembling. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten.
The taste of him, the way he filled my mouth was overwhelming, spicy and raw, stirring my own arousal back to life. I could feel myself getting wet again, pussy aching, but I focused on him, wanting to make him shatter like he did me.
Faster now, my head moving in rhythm with my hand, filthy slurping sounds escaping my mouth, saliva stringing from my lips when I pulled back to breathe.
"Come for me, Dimitri," I murmured around him, voice muffled, then dove back in.
He groaned louder, hips thrusting shallowly, fucking my mouth now. "Shit, I'm close. Gonna come in that pretty mouth."
And he did, with a roar that echoed off the tiles, hot spurts filling my mouth, thick and salty, spilling over as I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin, onto my breasts.
He shuddered, nearly collapsing, eyes wild with pleasure, mind clearly blown as he panted, watching me with awe.
But as he came down, his gaze sharpened, noticing my hand. I hadn't even realized I'd slipped it between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit frantically, chasing my own release.
The blowjob had me so worked up, pussy creaming again, slick and needy.
"Seraphina... you're touching yourself?" His voice was husky, a mix of surprise and hunger.
I nodded, breathless, cheeks flushing with vulnerability. "I couldn't help it. You taste so good, it made me ache."
He didn't hesitate. With that Alpha strength, he lifted me effortlessly, placing me over the edge of the tub, my ass on the rim, legs spread wide over the water. Water sloshed as he positioned me, knees apart, pussy exposed and dripping into the bath.
"Let me take care of that." He growled, kneeling between my thighs, his face inches from my core.
The sight of him there, eyes locked on my swollen folds, cream leaking out was filthy and intimate, making my heart race with emotion. He spread me wider, fingers parting my lips, and dove in, tongue flat and hot against my clit.
The first lick sent me reeling, a moan tearing from my lips.
"Dimitri! Yes."
He lapped at me like a man starved, tongue swirling around my clit, sucking it into his mouth with wet, sloppy sounds. Filthy talk poured from him between licks.
"Taste yourself on my tongue? You're so fucking wet, creaming for me again. This pussy's mine. Gonna eat it until you squirt all over my face,"
I screamed, hands gripping his hair, hips grinding against his mouth. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking in and out, lapping up my cream, nose grinding on my clit.
"Look at this messy cunt, dripping everywhere. You love it, don't you? Being eaten like the dirty girl you are."
Pleasure built quickly. It was extreme and overwhelming. My body shook as he alternated, sucking my clit hard, then tonguing my entrance, fingers joining to rub my folds.
"Squirt for me, baby. Flood my mouth with that sweet juice,"
I came hard with a wail, squirting into his mouth, fluids gushing as he drank it down, moaning against me.
"Fuck yes, that's it. Give me more."
He didn't stop. He kept eating, rough now, beard scraping my thighs, tongue relentless. Another orgasm crashed, cream mixing with squirt, soaking his chin and dripping into the tub.
"Fuck, Dimitri, please!" I begged, voice breaking. He chuckled darkly, vibrations sending shocks through me.
"Too much? Your pussy's clenching, begging for it. I’m gonna make you come again, watch you cream all over."
He slipped two fingers inside, then three, pumping while his mouth sucked my clit, filthy wet sounds echoing. I came again, screaming his name, body convulsing and more squirt arcing out, splashing the water.
He lapped it all, praising me.
"Such a good, filthy wolf, squirting like that. You taste so fucking good."
We went on like this, him devouring me orgasm after orgasm. Five, six, I lost count, each one filthy, with even filthier talk.
"This clit’s swollen for me, huh? Gonna tongue-fuck you until you're empty."
My body was a mess again, covered in my own fluids, tub water murky with it. Extreme pleasure left me trembling, vulnerable with tears of ecstasy in my eyes.
Finally, he pulled back, kissing my thigh softly, pulling me into the water with him for a real bath now, holding me close.
He washed my body gently and I was simply too exhausted to lift a finger. I just watched with half-lidded eyes, letting him work.
He also washed himself too and when he was done, he dried me off with a towel and carried me gently out of the bathroom.
There was no bed in our chamber because the elders insisted that we would break it. Instead a corner of the room contains dozens of blankets which I assumed would be our bed.
Dimitri carried me bridal style towards the blankets. He laid me down and covered me properly, making sure I was warm. The last thing I remembered was him planting a soft kiss on my forehead before I drifted off to sleep.