Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Sexual Content Ahead

~ NYSSA

With his thumb and pointed finger, he spread me open, tongue flattening against my slit.

My back arched, hips thrusting upwards for some relief but he kept his arms tightly wrapped around my thighs, pinning me flat against the counter.

“You taste just like I knew you would,” he mumbled, each word sending a current of electricity straight through my entire body.

My fingers dug into the sheets as the wet heat of his tongue swept between my thighs.

He groaned low in his throat, one hand running a rough path down my thigh before pulling it over his shoulder, positioning me just the way he wanted.

His licked a path from entrance to clit and I cursed loud, my fingers finding their way into his hair.

It was soft beneath my touch, and fucking silky too. I grabbed fistfuls of it, unsure of whether I wanted to pull him closer or push him away as he pushed his tongue inside of me.

Unintelligible sounds left my lips, pleas and curses and everything else I could muster as I fought against the imminent orgasm that was already building.

“Not yet,” he growled against me. “You don’t cum until I say so.”

He shucked on my clit, a short gasp escaping me. “I can’t—”

“You can!” he snapped, the electrifying heat from his mouth setting me on fire from the inside out.

I moved my hips mindlessly, desperately trying to do as he asked, but the pressure only continued to build as he drew out my release for as long as he could. My eyes squeezed shut, hands tugging at his hair hard enough to hurt as the pressure inside of my exploded.

I came so hard that my ears rang and black dots danced in front of my eyes. I struggled to catch my breath, my entire body vibrating from the release.

Rowan took his time, leisurely stroking every inch of me with his tongue, taking everything I had to offer and more.

My eyes fluttered open to find him staring up at me, and amused and enraptured look on his face as he pulled back, staring at me like a feast laid out just for him.

My stomach flipped on itself as I took in his glistening lips and the barely concealed arousal in his eyes. I could see just how hard this was affecting him; the darkness in his eyes and the erection that strained against his pants.

I sat up slowly, trying to regain feeling in my legs as I reached for him but he stopped me, a hand wrapping tightly around my wrist as he shook his head.

“Don’t.”

I glanced down at the tent he was sporting. “Don’t you.”

“No.”

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and shame as I snatched my hand back, murmuring apologies under my breath.

How could I have been so stupid to assume that this was anything but him doing his duty as a mate and helping with my heat?

The shame I felt was a thousand times worse than any pain I endured in the middle of my heat. It was only made worse by the fact that I was currently naked and he was fully dressed.

“I should… my clothes.”

I tried to get off the counter, but he stepped right in front of me, his fingers curling around my chin as he tilted my face up to his.

“Rowan—”

“When I said no, I didn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you,” he explained slowly. “Actually, I want nothing more than to bend you over this counter and make you fucking scream.”

My cheeks burned. “You don’t need to explain yourself.”

He didn’t look amused. “Clearly, I do or you wouldn’t be trying to run.”

He waited for me to argue with him but when I didn’t… he continued.

“I’m not fucking you today because while you may be clear headed now, you are still in heat. This should take away the pain for now but your body will soon realize you didn’t consummate and the pain will come back. I’m not going to do anything when you’re not coherent enough to give me proper consent.”

“But you just said—”

“Ask me again after,” he cut me off. “When the heat is over, if you ask me to fuck you, I will. Until then, this has to be enough. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

I realized then that I’d been cursed with the worst kind of people because that was ideally the most selfless thing anyone had ever said or done to me.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak so I nodded, and that seemed to be enough for him because he picked me up again, his touch gentle despite how feral he’d been mere minutes ago,

He carried me back into the room, gently laying me on the bed and I shivered at the cool breeze that wafted through the room.

For the first time since my heat started, I felt somewhat normal.

Rowan disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and settled between my legs.

“I can do it,” I said, reaching for him but he shot me an unamused look and swatted my hands away. “Rowan—”

“I had my tongue inside your cunt, I can handle a washcloth.”

His tone was crude and bored, and my cheeks burned a bright shade of red at his words.

He cleaned me gently, each movement slow and precise.

“You should rest,” he said, voice soft as he headed for the door.

“Aren’t you going to stay?” I asked, mentally scolding myself at how needy I sounded.

I just didn’t think he’d be averse to staying here especially considering… well everything.

“Your temperature goes up when I touch you. If I stay, you’re going to go back into heat quicker. It’s best if I stay outside for now.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling stupid. “I didn’t know that.”

“There’s a lot they don’t teach you wolves apparently,” he grumbled, a hint of disdain in his voice. “Rest well, Nyssa.”

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