The sultry whisper in my ear was accompanied by his cock twitching against my thigh. Heat flooded my body as I involuntarily arched against him, his eyes dark with lust as he held me flush against his firm body.
“Colt, I need to get ready,” I half heartedly protested. “Makeup is in a couple of hours.”
“Won’t take that long,” he murmured, lips trailing my jaw. “It’s going to be a long day, I just want a taste of my woman before she’s whisked off for bridesmaid duty.”
His mouth was hot and decadent on my skin. Accented with the sharpness of his teeth, he made me shiver despite being wrapped up in warmth.
“Colt,” I sighed with a big breath of air, my resolve waning.
“Miriam,” he answered, gently sucking on my collarbone as he rolled us over lazily. His mouth claimed mine as he pressed me into the mattress, lowering his long, lean body to drape over mine. Supposedly these wolves didn’t have magic but they seemed to have me under a spell all the same.
I pushed back his hair, a rich dark brown that was almost as long as mine, and arguably prettier, as I responded to his kiss. Biting his lip playfully, I elicited a soft laugh from him as he pulled away, looking down at me adoringly.
“I thought I might have breakfast in bed,” he whispered naughtily, lips now ghosting a trail over the swells of my breasts.
“Mm, how nice for you,” I sassed back, my breath hitching as his tongue circled around one of my nipples.
“Have I ever left you unsatisfied?” His mouth lifted away from my skin as he reached up to lift my chin. “Answer me.”
My teeth dug into my bottom lip. My body loved his dominant streak. It was like a language he spoke that only my heat and desire could understand. But every time he did something like this, I wanted to push his buttons. To see how far he would go if I didn’t obey.
“Miriam.” The way he spoke my name carried a dark hint of warning. A flush of heat ravaged me without a single touch.
“No, of course not,” I told him, my voice meek and submissive. “You’ve never left me unsatisfied.”
A half-smirk quirked on his lips. “So you know my breakfast will be just as good for you as it is for me.”
His hand trailed back down my body, never stopping, but he flattened his palm and touched me with slow sensuality and intention. He gazed at my breasts, hypnotized as he kneaded the sensitive flesh before moving on. He traveled across my belly, following the curve of my waist and filling his hand with the roundness of my hips before venturing between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whispered in a soft growl as he caressed my folds, his fingers already slick as he teased me. “I can’t believe you’re ours.”
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I mewled, my back arching off the bed as I raked my fingers through his hair.
His teeth teased my nipples into aching peaks before soothing them with his tongue. As his kisses moved lower, my hips raised off the bed, chasing the delicious pressure of his hand and sweet release. The moment his mouth reached the crease between my pelvis and thigh, he removed his hand from my pussy and wrapped his arms around the outsides of my thighs.
“That’s a greedy little clit,” he looked up at me wickedly, hot breath fanning over me as he placed the softest of kisses on my hood. “But I’m going to take my time enjoying breakfast.”
“You’re evil,” I moaned, curling my fingers into fists around the bedsheets at my sides as I thrashed.
“Pout all you want, Mir,” his lips grazed my inner thighs, sending my whole body into trembles of anticipation.
“Colt,” I groaned, my voice dark and needy.
He alternated kisses and nibbles on my thighs, moving lower until I could no longer reach his hair. It was the most blissful torture I ever experienced. He took his sweet time alright, kissing his way all the way down to the sides of my knees before starting his journey back up.
My breaths became shallower and more ragged, my pulse accelerating as his hot, wicked mouth made its way closer to my center again.
“Mm, that’s how I like my girl,” he said, less than an inch away from my quivering flesh. “Teetering on the edge for me so beautifully.”
Finally, his mouth pressed flush against me, tongue lashing up and down to taste me fully.
A scream escaped my mouth at the sudden intensity shooting from my limbs, radiating from my core. I started bucking against Colt’s mouth but he held my hips down, lookin up with a gleam in his eye as he devoured me.
His eyes closed in the next moment, moaning as his lips and tongue drank me in, like I was the most succulent meal he ever had in his life. The vibration of his voice over my clit sent the pressure building like a volcano within me.
He released my lips after a long, sensual suck and took away one of his hands that held me down. In the next moment, I felt something long and rigid press into me. At the same time, his mouth pressed a hot kiss to my clit before his tongue began lashing at the hard nub.
“Fuck!” I groaned like an animal, my head tossing from side to side wantonly as his fingers massaged the inside of me while his mouth worked tirelessly at my clit.
After such a long, drawn-out beginning, the buildup of my release came almost too fast for me to handle. My thighs clasped around Colt’s head like a vice but he never stopped, not even when my release came explosively.
I must have screamed, but barely heard myself over the jolts of pleasure shooting through me. Colt drew it out even longer, continuing to massage my channel and circle my clit with gentler pressure so it didn’t become painful. It was still intense, but pure bliss even through the aftershocks of the main release rocking my body.
He only stopped, withdrawing his fingers from me, and kissing my thighs again, when my breathing and heartbeat finally began to slow down.
“Mm,” he sighed contently, looking up at me. “Most important meal of the day.”
2
Miriam
After showering, I found Gabe in the kitchen, looking at his phone with a cup of coffee in front of him. He was shirtless, only wearing lounge pants with his feet up on the kitchen table. Colt hated when he did that, which was the main reason why he kept doing it.
In our modest two bedroom cabin in the Georgia wilderness, there was no way Gabe didn’t hear what Colt and I were just up to.
“Hey,” I greeted him, making my way to the counter where the full French press called to me like a caffeine beacon. “Ready for today?”
“You mean ready for a bunch of strange shifters to overrun the place like a convention of weirdos?” he scoffed, not looking up from his phone screen. “Sure. Guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
I went to pour coffee for myself before noticing my favorite mug was missing from the cabinet.
“Have you seen my—”
“Right there.” He glanced up for half a second to nod at my mug, a handmade ceramic piece covered in a bright purple glaze, sitting at the far end of the counter.
It had already been filled with coffee, and was accompanied by a plate of grapes, scrambled eggs, and slices of breakfast sausage.
Looking back at him, Gabe’s attention returned to the phone as if I wasn’t in the room.