Exposed: A Book Bite

this is different from when we shift together.
In fact, somehow, this is different from anything between Akim and me before. Usually, I have little trouble resisting him. I’ve got a casual thing going on with a human dude that keeps my more baser needs at bay, and I know that once I cross that line with Akim, there will be no turning back.
Now, a wolf never likes to think of herself as vulnerable, but since they are my own damn thoughts, maybe I am a little vulnerable at the moment. Can you blame me? It has been a long ass day, and the shit isn’t over yet.
And, despite my resistance, Akim is one fine ass mother fucker.
When I turn, I see he stands less than a foot away from me. Being the butt that I am, I glance down before I can stop myself, and I see through his jeans that he is ready for whatever I’ll accept from him.
He looks down at me from his taller height, holding my gaze despite the fact that my body is utterly bare before him. His eyes are asking a question, a question he’s silently asked me a hundred times before only to be met with denial.
If I deny him now, he will leave and not push the matter.
My heart is beating fast, and I know he can hear it, same as I can hear the increase in the pace of his. I can smell it on him too, his primal desire to be with me.
And I don’t doubt he can sense the same on me.
He takes a small step closer, moving with the grace of a predator, but doesn’t touch me.
And he won’t. Not until I give him the go-ahead.
My core pulses, throbs pleasantly, and I know he can sense that, too.
But I can’t do it. I can’t promise him anything. There are a million reasons why.
Silence stretches between us. I look down at the massive length of him, hard as a rock, every muscle laced with power.
Into my mind, in his deep, smooth voice, he asks, “Would you like me to make you feel better, little wolf?”
My traitorous tongue darts across my lips. I say nothing.
His dark hunter’s gaze remains locked on mine. His posture is easy, relaxed; a lion poised to pounce.
“No obligations,” he adds.
Sweet Lord, Mother Mary and Joseph. Now there is something he’s never offered before.
I give myself a couple heartbeats to send up a prayer that I don’t live to regret the decision.
Then, I nod.
Akim moves, closing the distance between us so swiftly that before I can take my next breath, he has moved me to the bed and laid me down upon my back.
Goosebumps break out over every inch of my skin, the air rushing out of my lungs in a gasp. Akim hovers over me, his form large and imposing, both hard and very, very warm.
Wolves maintain higher body temperatures than humans, but alpha males like Akim positively burn. I wonder not for the first time what it would be like to have that hot strength inside of me.
“Relax, little wolf,” he says. “You have nothing to fear.”
The fuck I don’t.
He slides down me slowly, kissing the spot between my breasts…then my stomach…my navel. Akim moves lower still, until I can feel him hovering just before that core part of me.
When he places his mouth there, his tongue darting out to taste me, I arch off the bed and moan. He grips my hips and yanks me closer, my bottom now hanging off the edge of the bed, where he kneels on the floor in front of me.
He places a thigh on each shoulder, chuckling lowly as he does so.
He waits for a moment, his mouth so close to me that I can feel his warm breath there, and I want to scream at him to get the fuck back to it. His fingers grip the inside of my thighs and he kisses me there before blessing me with his tongue again.
My body ignites as if in flames.
My fingers clutch his head, sinking into his thick, dark hair, which is longer on top and cut shorter on the sides. A low growl rumbles in his chest, awakening the beast in me. His soft lips vibrate against my most sensitive spot as his growl becomes feral, barely contained.
Speaking of barely contained…
Good gods, think of something else before this is over too quickly, Harper! Like puppies or kittens or some shit!
Nope. The place where Akim has put his mouth is commanding every bit of my attention. I open my eyes and watch the muscles in his wide back shift as he adjusts himself to a better angle.
Damn if I don’t want him inside me. But if I tell him, if we take that step, everything between us will change. And I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. If only he didn’t have such a wicked, wicked tongue.
I find myself approaching the edge of ecstasy before I can stop it, and then plunging over in wave after wave of pleasure.
It ravages my body until strange colors are dancing behind my eyelids and I’m crying out, gripping the bedsheets and arching up off the mattress.
Akim continues until he’s wrung every bit of pleasure out of me.
I draw a few panting breaths. When I open my eyes, he rises from between my legs and looks down at me, the predator ever present in his dark gaze.
My eyes travel down the hard planes of his chest, and lower, where I see he is still ready for me.
Some feral part of me know’s Akim will always be ready for me.
I sit up, engaged in a battle of will.
He waits. He will not make a move until I ask for it.
And I’m not going to ask for it.
Not right now, anyway.
Akim smirks and pulls away, as if he can read these thoughts in whatever expression is on my face.
As if he’s known forever that it is only a matter of time.