Chapter 31

Chapter 31
“Well,” I said. I gasped when he ran his tongue down one of my breasts and circled my nipple, warming me through the satin. “It isn’t like you haven’t had me for a while now, you big beast.”

“Beast, huh? You like it when I act like a beast?” A grin crept across Erik’s perfect face. “Good, because... I’m not... doing very well controlling... myself.”

My knees went absolutely buckled when I felt the first scratch of his claw against the soft skin on the small of my back. Hard, wiry, silvery-black hair sprouted from his chest and scratched against my aching nipples as he held me close.

“No one’s ever done this to me,” he growled. The sound was low and rumbling, and thrilled me almost as much as his clawed fingertips curling against my skin.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “Look at me. Open those pretty eyes. For a year and a half you’ve made me the happiest man in the world and I want to show you exactly what you do to me.”

When I did as he said, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Erik’s gorgeous face was still his face, but it was lupine, wild and fierce. The tattoo crawling up his chest and neck ran along his wolf jaw. The final leaf at the tip of the tree’s extended branch ended just below his bottom lip.

“How did... when?”

“You do this to me, Izzy,” he said in a low growl. “You make me free from... well, having to bother with keeping all this under control. You make me feel like... myself.”

“Good,” I said, leaning forward and kissing his nose, then his neck.

“You make me feel like everything in the whole world is perfect.”

He breathed slowly in, slowly out, two times, and then ran a hot hand down my back. The tips of his fingernails just barely brushed my skin, dragging a tingling sweetness along the lines he painted up, then down. Slowly circling, his fingers made me hungry, made me ache for what he was going to give me.

“Haven’t I waited long enough?” I asked, curling my fingers against his huge shoulders and laying down into his chest. “Take me now, Erik, make me yours forever, I...”

“What is it? Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded, biting my trembling lip. I reached down and slid my hand along the curve of his shirtless, muscled abs and moved it down underneath his jeans. As soon as I touched him, curling my hand around his thick heat, Erik groaned and began to swell in the palm of my hand. It wasn't just his cock, either – his legs started growing, swelling and getting more and more hairy as the seconds ticked by.

“Hold me,” he said. “Squeeze all the way from the bottom to the top.”

As he spoke in his hitching, uneven tone, Erik unhooked his belt, undid his buttons, and slid his tight jeans down his bulging thighs. “Just like that,” he whispered. “Your soft little hand makes me look so big, sweet Izzy, doesn’t it? Look at that.”

I nodded and squeezed, running my hand from the bottom of him to the tip, pulsing my fingers in a slow rhythm. An instant later, he was so big that I felt a little twinge of concern as I stroked. The harder he got, the more I wanted him until finally he was rock solid and almost burning my palm his soft, silky skin.

“Lay back,” he said, taking my hand. His voice was almost shaking with as he spoke, but he held me anyway, easing me back onto the pillow of his mattress.

His weight resting on my chest was a tight, wonderful revelation, his naked body glistening silver and black in the early afternoon sun. Erik stroked the side of my face, kissed my neck and then reached down, nestling himself between my legs and stroking himself against my sex.

Long, slow, smooth strokes had my desire burning hot by the time he finally undid my khakis. “There isn’t a day that’s gone by since we met that I didn’t want you, but...” Eric trailed off, inhaling the scent by tween my legs and pulling my pants down to my ankles before licking all the way from my knee to my hottest, wettest place.

“But wh... what?” I asked, stopping to gasp when he licked up and down my slit and focused a little energy on my aching clit. His attention sent a hot shock all the way up my belly.

“It’s so big,” I said as I felt his cock move against my leg. “How is it ever going to... to fit? How are you going to mark me if it won’t fit? I—”

“Hush,” Erik said, kissing one side of me, then the other. “Just relax. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but—”

He reached up to my lips and placed his finger across them, shushing me as he massaged me through my panties. The aching wet that ran out of me yearned for him, yearned to have him push inside me.

I reached down and tried to grab his huge girth, but he pulled away. “Just relax,” he repeated. “Let me do this for you, let me give you everything you need for once without you having to do a single thing at all.”

I arched my back at the next of his long, slow licks, and a trilling sound came out of my pleasured lips. “More,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, that’s so good, so...”

“You have to sweetest voice in the world, Izzy,” Erik said, kissing me again. “You make all my dreams come true, you always have. Now I’m going to do the same thing for you.”

“Hey, where are you going?” I asked.

The mattress squeaked, and Erik pushed off me, as I lifted my hips, hoping to catch another lick. “Be back in one second,” he said turning toward me as he ran to the bathroom. “Don’t leave, all right?”

A second later, Erik reappeared with a steaming towel that carried the scent of lilac.

He closed the distance quickly, laid the towel on my stomach and peeled off my sex-slicked panties. The smirk never left his face. “What’s all this?” I asked.

“It’s what you deserve for being you,” he said. “For being perfect.”