“Oh, God,” she breathed, arching off the bed again. Her hands twisted in my hair, thighs spreading to allow me access.
She was so tight, so tender and sensitive as I slowly slid my finger in more, centimeter by centimeter, until she swallowed my first knuckle. I curled that finger inside her, working in rhythm with my mouth as she wriggled under me.
I’d had countless women in my lifetime, more than I cared to admit, but in that moment — with Sarah in my bed, her thighs on either side of my face, her hands in my hair, her body succumbing to the pleasure I brought her with my tongue — it was like being reborn again. It was my first time. It was her first time. It was the first and the only and the everything when I touched her.
I hoped she felt it, too.
She grew tighter the longer I worked, her muscles contracting as her breaths came shallower. She was close, and when I slipped another finger inside her, carefully — but with a firm command — she let out a moan that nearly made me come.
“Yes,” she breathed, squirming under my touch. “Reese, yes. Yes.”
I worked my tongue faster, curling my fingers inside her, and when I knew she was close, I climbed my way up her body with my fingers still inside her. My mouth found hers, and I swallowed her next moan, letting her taste herself on my tongue as the palm of my hand rubbed her clit. I moved my hips with my hand, driving my fingers into her over and over again until she tightened around me.
Sarah broke our kiss in the next instant, moaning my name as she found her release. I kissed her neck, her breasts, driving her to the finish line as she shook around me. She raked her nails down my back, crying out as she rode the waves, her orgasm long and intense if I were judging by the way she trembled and moaned. And when she was done, she fell limp, every muscle in her body releasing at once as she softened beneath me.
I kissed her again, firm at first before I softened, sweeping my tongue over hers. Her hands found their way back into my hair, and she held me there as I kissed her like I had all night, like we’d only just begun. I gently pulled my fingers from inside her, and she shivered at the loss, pulling me closer like she was afraid I’d pull my mouth away next. But I only kissed her harder, rolling until we were both on our sides, our legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other, breaths dancing between each kiss.
We stayed like that for a long while before our kisses slowed, our breath evening out as I kissed my way up to her nose, her forehead, holding my lips there before I pulled away and found her gaze with my own.
“Thank you,” I breathed, running the tips of my fingers over her shoulder.
She blushed, shaking her head as she buried her face in the covers. “Thank you,” she mumbled into them.
I laughed, rolling her until her back was against my chest, my arms wrapped around her, her legs tangling with mine as I spooned her. She lifted my hand to her lips, kissing each pad of my fingertips before she tucked that hand around her chest once more. A comfortable silence fell over us as I held her, and I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that the bubble that shielded us from reality wouldn’t break.
I prayed that I’d made her feel wanted, that I’d erased what she’d asked me to. I prayed that she’d felt every moment like I had, that tonight was as special to her as it was to me. I prayed that I could hold her like that all night, that I could keep her, that I could somehow have her in a world where everything screamed I never could.
If there really was a god, if there was a chance I could choose my own fate, I prayed that she was it.
The morning would come.
I knew it would. I knew that with the daylight, we’d have to face every mountain between us.
But tonight, in the soft light of the moon, Sarah was mine.
And I held her like she always would be.
Sarah
I woke to the sound of Rojo’s soft snores, her body sprawled out on the bed in front of me while Reese hugged me to his chest from behind. His legs tangled with mine, a light sheen of sweat sticking us to each other. He was still in his dress pants from the night before, and I was only in my bra, my panties forgotten along with the rest of my clothes somewhere on the floor.
It was hot.
The morning sun streaming through the window shed a light on everything the moon had hidden last night. I was naked in Reese’s bed. I’d stayed the night. And we’d definitely crossed whatever line still existed between us.
I had no doubt that my phone was buzzing away in the other room, missed calls and texts from my uncle wondering where I was. I needed to come up with a story, but right now, all I wanted to do was hide from reality a little longer.
So, I twisted in Reese’s hold, fighting against the covers and his dead weight until I was facing him. His arms lifted long enough to let me turn before they were wrapped around me again, pulling me to his broad, god-like chest as Rojo huffed from the other side of us. I giggled at that, and Reese slowly creaked one eye open, a lazy smile on his lips.
“Mornin’.”
I snuggled into him more. “Good morning.”
His smile grew, a long, sleepy breath coming from his chest as he stretched. I did the same, reveling in the sweet soreness between my legs. I’d never woken up in a man’s bed before, never stayed the night with someone other than a girlfriend, and yet, somehow, I felt more comfortable than I ever had in a bed alone with Reese’s arms around me like that.
I closed my eyes, blushing at the memory of him looking up at me the night before, the feel of his fingers curling inside me, his tongue tasting me. It had been more than I could have ever imagined intimacy could be. I thought I was broken. I thought I would never be able to feel like that, to enjoy being touched, to want to touch someone else.
I was wrong.
So, so wrong.
I squeezed my knees together, tightening around Reese’s thigh that was between them now.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked when I opened my eyes again, but his smirk told me he already knew.
“How perfect last night was.”
At that, he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down on me with a concerned crease between his brows. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Were you worried?”
“A little,” he confessed. “I just… I hoped it was as special to you as it was to me.”
My heart melted at his words, swishing around in my chest like sticky goo as I ran a hand up over his bare chest, sliding it over his shoulder and pulling him down toward me. I leaned up just enough to meet his lips with my own, both of us breathing out a sigh of relief at the contact, like that kiss was all we needed in life.
Maybe it was.
I never thought I’d be here — in Reese’s bed, in Reese’s arms. Everything seemed so impossible — not just with him, with the hurdles between us, but with anyone. I never imagined I could feel whole again, desired, wanted. I never imagined that I could ever want to do the things we did last night.
I thought the damage my wolf had inflicted was permanent, irreversible, detrimental.
But Reese kissed me and brought me back to life. He touched me and I took what felt like my first breath.
I didn’t know how I could ever properly tell him everything that last night meant to me.
Reese groaned when I deepened the kiss, hands fisting in his hair and pulling until he was on top of me, his core between my legs. Just thinking about last night made me want him again, made me want even more. Now that I’d been awakened, I was thirsty, hungry — an absolute fiend.