**CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO**
When I told Draken to take me to his apartment, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him.
The moment I stepped through the door of Draken's apartment in Tribeca, I pulled him down by his red coat collar, pressing my lips to his. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but it quickly became a heated clash of lips. My fingers threaded through his slicked-back hair, and his hands snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. He took control of the kiss, deepening it with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
Draken kissed like he wanted to devour me, his teeth nibbling on my lips as if they were something to be savored. He tugged off my coat and let it fall to the floor before plunging his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a moan from deep within me. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed me against the wall, his body pressing firmly against mine, encasing me.
“Damn, Eline,” he groaned as he finally pulled back, both of us breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. “You'll be the death of me.”
I opened my eyes just in time to see his forest green eyes shift to a shade of gold, his fangs bared. The sight didn’t scare me; it made him even more beautiful. Like one of the wonders of the earth. “Your eyes,” I murmured, bringing my hand up to caress his cheekbone. “They’re beautiful.”
Draken kissed the hand on his face before gently removing it. Without warning, he lifted me off the ground, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. We stared at each other, desire evident in our eyes. But in Draken’s gaze, I saw something deeper—like I was a treasure he had finally found, like I was his whole world. I felt cherished, loved.
“I want you,” I whispered, placing a light kiss on his nose. I looked him squarely in the eyes and ran my hand through his hair. “I want you to let me know the goodness of a dick. I want you to let me know what it feels like to orgasm and drown in cum land.”
Draken chuckled, his side dimples appearing as his hand supported me under my butt. “Who taught you to say those words?”
“Someone,” I replied, blushing.
“I need to thank them,” he said before capturing my lips again.
This kiss was different, filled with a burning passion and undeniable need. He dropped wet kisses across my face, trailing down my neck. His free hand found the zipper at the back of my dress, and as he slowly pulled it down, my heart raced, pounding in my chest as the reality of what was about to happen dawned on me. I was about to bare myself before the one person I’d come to love. I was about to give everything to him. My insecurities bubbled to the surface, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the feeling of undoing Draken’s shirt as he unzipped my dress.
Draken set me back on my feet, his hands lingering on the straps of my gown, his golden eyes locked on mine, asking for permission. I took a deep breath and slid the gown off myself, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I could already feel the heat building between my legs.
A blush spread across my entire body as Draken’s eyes lingered on my breasts before trailing down to the rest of me.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, lifting me again with one arm while the other hand pulled off his shirt.
He placed a kiss on my throat, trailing down to my cleavage. One of his hands played with my breast while his mouth found the other, and I felt my pulse stop—literally. With his mouth on my nipple, I moaned loudly, my hands tangling in his hair as he licked, sucked, and nibbled while his other hand teased my other breast. My breath came in short gasps as my eyes fluttered closed.
“I could stay here all day,” he murmured, pulling back slightly, but he wasn’t done. He switched to the other breast, repeating the same delicious torment. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. I was an audiobook of moans, sounds I never knew I could make pouring from my lips.
When he finally pulled away from my breasts, his hands moved to my panties, and my heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t shaved, purposely wanting Draken to see me as I was, imperfections and all. But this time, I didn’t push him away. I let him pull my panties down, leaving me completely exposed under his gaze.
He said nothing as he carried me to his bedroom and laid me on the bed. He hovered over me like a predator eyeing its prey before the kill, spreading my legs apart and settling between my thighs. His eyes locked onto my most intimate place, and he placed a gentle kiss on my pubic hair, washing away all my insecurities.
“I don’t ever want you to think you aren’t beautiful, Eline,” he whispered, his breath warm against my most sensitive skin. He looked up at me with hooded eyes, the golden flecks in his irises glowing like sparks of light.
My breath hitched as I felt his tongue part the lips of my vagina, teasing and tasting me. I let out a low moan, gripping the bedsheets as my eyes fell closed. His tongue was a deadly weapon, bringing me to the brink of madness with every lick, suck, and tease. My body trembled uncontrollably, my claws and fangs protruding as my feline side began to surface.
“You taste so good, Eline,” Draken murmured, giving my pussy another long, languid lick.
I shivered, moaning louder. “M-more,” I begged shamelessly, my hand gripping his hair, pushing him deeper into me. “I want more.”
Draken licked, teased, and sucked until I felt a liquid building up inside me. My eyes shot open in surprise. At first, I thought I was peeing, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt different, like a release. The liquid spilled out of me, and Draken didn’t hesitate, licking it all up without leaving a drop. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever experienced.
“Now you know how it feels to orgasm,” Draken said with a taunting smirk as he lifted his head from between my thighs.
“I want more,” I whispered, my fingers finding my nipples as I watched Draken strip off his trousers and briefs. My eyes widened at the sight before me. “You’re huge.”
“I know,” he smirked, crawling back between my legs. He kissed me gently on the lips, swatting my hands away from my nipples. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be pleasing you, Eline. Just relax.”
I nodded, lying back on the bed, spreading my legs even wider as I watched Draken reach for the nightstand. He grabbed a condom and tossed it to me.
“Put it on for me,” he said.
I propped myself up, tearing the foil open with my claw. I held the condom in my hand, unsure how to put it on him. I had never done this before. “How do I…?”
Draken raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know how to put on a condom?”
I shook my head. “It’s my first time.”
His expression softened, and he backed away slightly, taking the condom from my hand. “Your first time? You’ve never…?”
I closed my legs, sitting up against the headboard. “Is it a problem…my lack of experience?”
“No, no, it’s not,” he assured me as he climbed back onto the bed, cupping my cheeks with his hands. His golden eyes locked with mine as he pressed a tender kiss to my eyelids. “I just hope I’m not forcing—”
“You’re not,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “I wanted this. That’s why I asked you to bring me here, Draken. You’re not forcing me to do anything I don’t want. I really want this.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Draken said softly, his voice soothing. “I’m just honored that you’d want me to be your first.”
“Don’t you plan on being my first and last?”
A huge grin spread across Draken’s face, and he nodded. “I do,” he said, taking the condom back. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
I watched intently as Draken demonstrated how to put on the condom, his movements careful and deliberate. Then he kissed me deeply, laying me back on the bed, his hands gently spreading my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. He placed light kisses along the inside of my thighs, working his way up until he was once again at my center.
A moan escaped my lips as he slowly pushed himself inside me. I braced myself for pain, but it never came—just a slight discomfort as he stretched me to accommodate his size. He continued to push in until he was fully inside, and I felt a deep, pleasurable heat pool in my stomach as he began to move.
Draken started with slow, deliberate thrusts, allowing me to adjust to his size. He was huge, and I could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of me.
Soon, his moans mixed with mine, and I gripped his back tightly, my claws leaving marks on his skin. It was surreal, being beneath him as he thrust into me. This was what sex felt like—it made me understand the hype. It was beautiful. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, and I wished he'd remained buried inside me forever.
He moaned aloud as he continued to thrust into me. My toes curled as my mouth hung open, taking every shot of the pleasure thrown at me. Tears cascaded down my cheeks at the insane pleasure.
“Your eyes are black, beautiful,” He said, raising my chin to meet his eyes. He had stopped thrusting into me but his cock remained in me.
My eyes were normally blue, but in my werecat form, they were black…sometimes onyx. “Yours too,” I said as I pressed my lips into his, he reciprocated and deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.
That night, what Draken and I shared was more than sex. We didn't have sex. Instead, we made love together. My feline side embraced his werewolf side.