Wolf’s Redemption (The Wolves of Langeais #3)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ever since that moment in the forest, when she’d raised the topic of her tongue ring, when Ulrik had said he’d be willing to endure almost anything to have her mouth on him, Rebekah had been thinking about doing just that. Hell, she could have masturbated to that image for a thousand years and never tire of it. Now, wet from the waterfall and clad only in her underwear, she brought that fantasy to life. And it more than lived up to her expectations.

She lathed the crown of his cock with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum and reveling in the velvety feel of his length, his musky scent and the stretch of her lips around his girth. His gaze never wavered from hers, but he did not touch her, nor press himself deeper. Her hands gripped his thighs, all hard muscle and taut with tension. The man was holding back.

Bek growled her disappointment. His cock jerked in her mouth, and he puffed out a breath, almost a moan, but his hands remained resolutely by his side. She let his cock slip from her mouth with a slight pop and grinned up at him.

Challenge accepted.

Bek had never been one for sweet, under-the-covers, lights off, missionary position sex. Drawn to the darker side, to dominant men who could take control, she craved men who knew what they wanted and how to play a little dirty. Men who lived life hard and who fucked harder. It was probably why she’d fallen for Spider. Sexually, he had met her every need. Unfortunately, as a man, he had let her down.

There’d been many chances for Ulrik to ditch her. Numerous reasons why he should. As a man on the run, as a wolf, he would’ve made far quicker time without her. Unlike Spider, he’d chosen not to abandon her. Despite his bad-boy vibes, his dominance, and her antics when she’d escaped him, he’d stuck by her. Even chased her down, rather than leaving her to the mercy of the count, or the lord of that village. The cherry on top—the sexual tension between them had been off the charts from the instant they’d met.

Everything about him told her they’d be compatible between the sheets. Or under a waterfall. He could give her the darkness she craved. She knew it. Letting him cop out and be gentle and gentlemanly…well… Bek wasn’t going to settle for that.

Releasing her grip on one of his thighs, she cupped his balls, stroking and teasing his heavy sac. Another moan and a tightening of his thigh muscle was all he gave her. She flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, teasing the slit. She ran her lips along the thick vein all the way to the base and back again, nipping, sucking and grazing her teeth along the underside of his cock. His hands clenched and unclenched by his side and his chest heaved with each breath he took. What would it take to push him over the edge? Bek smirked.

What every man since the beginning of time had dreamed of.

With a deep breath, she sucked him in her mouth again, taking his length as far as she could. She suppressed her gag reflex until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. Then she swallowed. He groaned, and large hands darted to her head and fisted in her hair, holding her in place. The sting in her scalp brought goosebumps to her skin, and she moaned around his cock. She tried to pull back, but he held her tight and she quivered, her nails digging into the flesh of his thigh.

Yes.

He guided her head back, before sliding it forward again, gently, slowly. He did it again, faster this time and rougher. She let him. Mentally urged him to do it again. To give her what she needed.

“You like it when I take control,” he rumbled, less of a question than an acknowledgment.

She did. Oh, how she did. She didn’t like when a man tried to boss her around or treated her as less or stupid or as nothing more than an object, and she damned well told them when they crossed that line. But in the bedroom, she loved it when they took control. Instinctively, she’d known the moment she’d met him, Ulrik could give her what she craved.

“Oh, sweetness. It is like you were made for me.”

His voice flowed over her, sparking a violent clenching of her pelvic floor. She let him guide her movements, her mouth, along his length. Her whole body thrummed with her need for him. With her need to get him off. She was so damned wet, and not from the waterfall.

She snaked a hand down beneath her red thong, moaning as her fingers brushed against her swollen clit.

His fingers tightened in her hair. “Yes,” he hissed. “Take your pleasure.” He thrust his cock deeper, and she nearly gagged, her eyes popping open. “Slide your finger in. Imagine it is mine.”

She complied, slipping her finger inside her slick pussy, her muscles clenching. Her hand tightened on his thigh, using him for balance as she plunged her finger in and out, finger-fucking herself to the rhythm of the thrust of his cock into her mouth. Her body arched and tension sizzled up her spine, her peak dancing within reach.

He tugged on her hair and she looked up at him from beneath hooded lids. God, what a sight. Abs, covered in a fine dusting of blond hair, flexing with each thrust of his lean hips. His bearded face taut with lust, and his eyes locked on her. Her heart stuttered and her orgasm fluttered to life.

“Oh, baby. It would take a better man than me to stop now.”

Then he stiffened, roaring his release as he exploded into her mouth. Thick ropes of hot, salty cum splashed the back of her throat. Her orgasm hit with a force of an exploding comet, burning her up until she wondered if there’d be nothing left of her but ash.

Suddenly, his hands were gone from her hair and grasping her under her arms, lifting her off his cock and pulling her to her feet. Then his tongue was in her mouth, and her mewl of disappointment turned into a moan. The scratch of his beard, the sweep of his tongue against hers, the lingering taste of his cum, and their hot breath mingling, undid her. Had her body lighting up all over again.

She’d wanted a tongue ring for a year before she’d gotten it. Never ever thought she’d take it out. Why on earth would she want to? Now, kissing Ulrik, Bek had no regrets she’d removed it. Hell, she’d remove it ten times over to have this.

He pulled back, sucking on her bottom lip as he did. Then he plunged in again, deep, as though with his kiss he could become part of her, touch her soul. Bek wasn’t entirely sure he couldn’t. She clung to him, their bodies wet and slick and her senses full of him. The hot press of his mouth. His scent. The heat of his body despite the chill of the water.

He drew back, spun her around and walked her through the waterfall, guiding her hands until they were flat against the rock. Beyond the steady fall of water, the deadening of sound heightened her senses and narrowed her focus to him and only him. The slide of his rough hands down her waist to her hips. His length, hot and hard, sandwiched between them. The man was insatiable, and Bek was right there with him.

He slipped a wet, muscular thigh between her legs and nudged them apart. He pulled on her hips, tilting them back, raising her up ready for him as he rubbed his shaft through the crease of her ass. The ache in her clit was almost painful. She pressed back against him, hard. God, she could almost come again. So soon.

A slap, his wet hand against her ass cheek, and she moaned out loud.

“Not yet. Wait. Greedy girl.”

The command in his voice… Oh, God. It was killing her. Death by orgasm. What a way to go. And she was greedy. Bek wanted it, chased it. Him inside her. She wanted it all.

He hooked his fingers in her knickers and tugged. The sting as they snapped only heightened her arousal. Then he was on her, his hands, his body, his mouth—he surrounded her with his heat and his presence. His lips sucked and nibbled at her neck. One large hand cupped her breasts, teasing her granite-hard nipple until she thought it might shatter. His other hand cupped her mound, his fingers sliding through her slick folds and circling her swollen clit as his cock continued its grind against her ass. She was on sensation overload, a quivering mess. She dropped her head and moaned.

“Tell me no. Tell me to stop and I will.”

His voice was little more than a growl, almost animal. Her legs trembled. If she turned around now, would she see the beast or the man? Her core clenched on nothing, and she whimpered. She wanted…she needed…

“Do you want me to stop, Rebekah?”

She shook her head, her hands clasping at the rough rock beneath her palms, incapable of speech. He slid one thick finger in her, then two, thrusting out a rhythm.

“Are you sure?” In answer, she bucked her hips against his fingers. “You want to come, baby? Again?”

She nodded.

“Words, baby. I need your words. Tell me you want to come.”

Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan and she tilted her hips higher, chasing his fingers.

He smacked her ass again. “I will have your words, Rebekah.”

If he thought smacking her and making demands in that raspy voice of his would chastise, wouldn’t have her begging for more, he’d read her all wrong. He pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss.

“I’m going to make you come again, and then I am going to fuck you. Hard and fast. I will have you say you want it, too.”

He thrust his fingers in again, scissoring them inside her.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, Ulrik.”

The words, ripped out of her on a guttural moan, hung between them for a moment.

He chuckled, his warm breath brushing against her ear. He thrust his fingers in deep, and pressed his thumb against her clit, hard. “Now, baby.”

She obeyed. Bright, intense pleasure hurtled through her and she let go in a fierce rush of release, her hoarse cry mingling with the noise of the waterfall. Before she’d come down from her high, he slipped his fingers from her heated core. Without preamble, he lined up his cock and thrust into her, thick, hard and filling her as no man ever had.

How the hell am I going to leave this, leave him behind?

She trembled, her pussy fluttering around his cock.

Maybe I don’t have to.