I didn’t register what was going on until I felt his lips on me. He was kissing me! Richard was kissing me! I was having my first kiss! My mind was on overdrive; the fact that Richard was kissing me was making all my senses go haywire.
The kiss wasn’t like what I usually read; it wasn’t forceful or harsh. No, his mouth glided over mine like butter melting. The feeling of his mouth on mine made me close my eyes as I started getting into the kiss.
He squeezed my ass again, although much harder than before, and I let out a gasp. He used that opportunity to thrust his tongue into my open mouth, tasting all of me. My hands moved to rest on his neck, gripping him tightly. His tongue dove into mine, clashing with mine, trying to fight for dominance, but I had nothing but submission to give. I was a piece of putty in his hands, merely a mouse to this piper.
What started soft and tender began to get heated as our tongues clashed against each other, our hands exploring each other in a frantic way. I could feel him growing in his pants. A long-drawn moan came out of me as he ground his crotch on me. The bond ignited like a fire, growing stronger whenever our hands touched. I could feel heat pooling in my nether regions.
We may be werewolves with supernatural powers, but we still need air, and it was only because of that need that our lips slowly left each other. A little dribble of saliva leaked out of my mouth. I don't know what possessed me, but I brought my hands to stop the trail, looking at him from my lashes as I licked the naughty drop out of my fingers. His eyes flashed gold as he followed my movement to my lips, licking his lips like a man who had been stranded in the desert for so long and had only recently discovered a bottle of water.
We were both panting like we had run a marathon. His eyes were still glowing a soft golden to show his desire. I am sure mine would be too. He took a long lustful look at me and swooped down again. This time around, I closed my eyes and puckered my lips in anticipation.
I felt his breath on me before those soft lips descended, sucking on the most sensitive part of any wolf. The place where we would bear the mark of our mate. My neck.
I couldn’t even describe the wave of pleasure I felt when his tongue lapped the skin there. Molten liquid was rapidly pooling in my southern parts, threatening to run down my eyes. The pleasure was so foreign and intense that my hands shot up to push him. He turned his eyes towards me in confusion, his eyes still glowing gold but a deeper shade as she perceived my arousal. He was barely holding it together; I could see his wolf on the surface struggling to come out.
I raised a hand to my chest to calm my beating heart. That was intense as fuck. If I were on the lighter side, my skin would be flushed red... That was definitely the best first kiss ever. What I will do to experience it again?
As if on cue, Richard began to move slowly towards me, his eyes now dark to indicate that his wolf had taken over and the beast had only one goal in mind. To fuck his mate into oblivion. I could hear my heart racing as it began to pound against my rib cage. No matter how enticing this seemed, I wasn’t in any way ready to complete the mate bond.
He continued moving closer to me, cornering me into the wall like a predator stalking his prey, hellbent on completing the mating. "STOP!" I raised my hands to put an end to his hunt. He immediately stops, his wolf looking confused as to why he wasn’t moving closer to his mate. I could see the internal struggle between man and beast as his eyes changed from black to gold and finally to brown-that light brown color I have come to love.
The man won the battle.
"I’m sorry for all that has just ensued. Hermes isn't always easy to control, especially when our mate is a living, breathing sex goddess like you."
I flushed from my roots to my toes, suddenly finding the swirling pattern of the marbles on the ground interesting, trying to avoid his intense gaze. This would be the first time he complimented me. Although it isn’t exactly a compliment, I will just take it. Kiayra purred at his comment, feeling satisfied that he had acknowledged us.
"I believe I am forgiven now." He teasingly raised his brows, his lips parting into that million dollar smile that just melts all my worries away. I had no choice when he had already apologized and given the kiss. That kiss.
"Yes, you are forgiven." He released a deep breath that he was holding. His face sagged in relief. He moved closer to me to hug me...
"But," his face fell, his ears perked up in anticipation and a hint of worry. The silent question hung in the air. But what?
"Who is that red-haired lady that has been following you like a fucking puppy following her owner?" The anger in my voice was very much evident. I had tried, really tried, to be calm and pretend that I wasn’t affected by her, that her mere presence didn’t bother me. But it was one task I had failed woefully at.
"She," he started, looking around, trying to avoid my eyes, "is no one you should concern yourself with. Just try to familiarize yourself with this place. I will suggest you remain in my room for a while. If you need anything, just press the button above the bed and someone will be here to attend to your needs. I still have a lot of things to do, so I will leave you to your devices. But I promise, tomorrow will just be for me and you." He finished off in rapid succession.
I must give him that. He is smooth. He just diverted the question by saying it doesn’t matter. But not to worry, I will find out on my own. "Sure, you can go. I will catch up on some sleep. My sleeping schedule has been disrupted since I got here."
He placed a sloppy kiss on my forehead and moved towards the door, shutting it with a firm lock. A deafening silence followed after he left, and I was once again left alone. I was at a loss as to what to do. I decided to just sleep since I had already promised him.
I moved all his clothes to the adjourning chair and laid my head. My body moved naturally until I finally settled at the spot where his scent was most concentrated. I was on cloud nine. The musky scent that was still clutching his sheets penetrated my being and I gave a happy sigh as I tried to get to dream land.
But after minutes of tossing and turning, I jumped out of bed, almost hitting my leg on the bed frame. Honestly, I have had enough of being idle and I need to do something before I go crazy. Looking around his room, I noticed there were no pictures lying around; just bare space. I may have to do some redecorating when I finally move in.
My legs started leading me to his bathroom in hopes of just exploring, but before I got there, I caught myself. Isabelle, what are you doing? This is creepy ass behavior. I don’t think Richard will appreciate me going to his bathroom. I mean, this is just a regular room, like his bedroom. But a room where he strips off and gets naked, and he gets to wash his body thoroughly. some parts more thoroughly.
My brain began to conjure images of Richard, naked and in the shower, washing himself; his hands moving delicately over his body; the water drops raining down on his god-like features. I could imagine him grabbing hold of his cock and cleaning its length with all gentleness, his hands running down its length to make sure there was no dirt.
A low purr came out of my mouth at those vivid images. Bad thoughts, Belle. Think positive thoughts. Like Richard, leading the pack... the manner in which he will lead his cock to my pussy OKAY, that is enough. I shook my head to clear the images from my mind. All these years of sexual purity are finally coming to an end.
I took a few steps with shaking legs towards his bed, until I got to his bedside table. I opened it, searching for a particular object. After rummaging through the second drawer, I found what I was looking for. The little white roll of soft paper was staring at me. Trying not to think of where it had been used or what purpose it had served, I tore out a generous piece and kept the roll back where I found it.
Taking the cut-out pieces, I laid on the bed and raised my clothes. Parting my legs, I took off my pants, and proceeded to wipe away the traces of slick that had gathered during the kiss and during my thoughts.
I was in a house full of werewolves with a heightened sense of smell, and they wouldn’t hesitate to sniff me out, so I had to be careful. When I was through with my business, ensuring that no traces of the activity were on me, I put on my pants and got up.