It was like being on a see-saw. Frynna would relax and enjoy herself and then she would do something that brought back her training and freak out. She was fairly exhausted from it all. However, being with Killian was a high. He smiled a lot. Her father had rarely smiled and when he did, they were more smirkish. Killian smiled, laughed, and teased. There was never anything unkind in his words or actions.
A part of Frynna was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but her wolf insisted that would not happen. Our mate will never harm us, she insisted.
“Michael says you’re one of the best Doms at the club,” she said as they did the dishes. Having a male next to her while she did chores was bizarre. Mainly because he washed and she dried. The only other times males had been around when she did something was to make sure she did it right. Except to show her where everything went, Killian didn’t once disparage the way she did things.
“I was trained by Blaise when he first started Wylde KingDom,” he explained. “So I’ve been doing this for years.” He paused as he shook water off his hands. “Michael’s a good sub. It would be wonderful if we could find a Dom who would take him on in a more permanent relationship. He needs that.”
“What about Bridja?” she asked, surprised when he chuckled.
“Bridja says she wants a Dom, but she flits from one to another and, except for Caide, hasn’t shown a lot of interest in one of us. Caide is mainly because she knows him, I think. She needs a Dom who can push the brat in her. At least she can make her own decisions. Michael, though, is a sub who serves with his whole body and mind. When he gets into that headspace, he’s a danger to himself, because he no longer thinks. He just follows.” He pulled up the stopper to let the water out of the sink. “We keep a pretty close eye on him at the club to make sure he doesn’t scene with one of the tops who isn’t a Dom.”
“What’s the difference?”
He chuckled. “That’s a lesson that will take a while to explain. How do you feel about a glass of wine? We can curl up and talk. And do other things.” His brown eyes twinkled and her pelvic muscles clenched. Other things. She had the feeling she knew what he meant. And so did her wolf who was standing with her tail up.
Stop being a hussy, she teased.
Pfft. You want it too.
Frynna did. She wanted it with Killian. He poured each of them a glass of wine and they walked over to a deep sofa in the middle of the room. She sat down and he sat right next to her, the warmth of his body heating up her left side.
“Now,” he said after handing her a glass and putting an arm around her shoulders. “We have plenty of time to discuss the club, BDSM, and our friends. I want to know about you, little wolf.”
She trembled. From anyone else, she might have taken those words as a put down. But they weren’t from him. Little wolf was a caress that she felt through her entire body. “What do you want to know?” she asked and took a large gulp of wine. Perhaps it would help relieve some of her nerves.
“Everything,” he whispered and kissed her temple. “I want to know about your childhood, your favorite colors, what makes you happy, what makes you want to run…. Nothing would be too small. Tell me anything.”
His attention was fully on her and a rush of something went through her that she didn’t know what to do with. It was similar to her wolf’s shows of bravado, but stronger. He made her feel safe, like she could say anything and he would never laugh at it or her.
“I wanted a pet cat when I was a pup. It wasn’t allowed.” Her father had been disgusted and berated her about it for years.
“Really? Any particular kind?” He pressed another kiss, this time right above her ear. The sensation went straight to her pussy.
“Uh…” She blinked. What had he asked? “Just a tabby. I figured I’d keep it in my bedroom.”
“Mmm. Let it sleep on your bed where it could purr all night long?” he murmured as he ran his tongue along her outer ear.
“Y-yes,” she gasped, aware of sensations she’d never felt before and torn between waiting to see what he did next and jumping him. Jump him, her wolf encouraged. Now.
“I purr,” he whispered right into her ear. “You’ll have a purring feline with you for the rest of your life, little wolf.” He took her hand and rested it on his chest. A long purr came from him. She could feel it as well as hear it.
“I love that,” she whispered. Unsure of what to do, she trailed her fingertips over the buttons of his shirt, focused on the rumbling coming from him.
“Do what you want,” he said, his voice deepening until she could feel it within her. “You want to touch me. Don’t you?” She nodded. “Undo the buttons, Frynna, and touch me. Trail those fingers along my skin. I want that too.”
He lightly nipped at her jaw and her wolf came forward and pushed. That seemed to be all she needed. Frynna frantically popped each button and pulled his shirt apart. His heat flooded her as she ran her palms over bare skin. Just like his clothes had suggested, his body was all muscle. It was hers to explore.
Yes. Yes. Explore, her wolf said frantically.
She ran her fingers up and over his nipples, loving the dark color of his skin. It was a deep mocha and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Until his mouth captured hers. His tongue slid between her lips and Frynna forgot to be scared, forgot she was a virgin, and forgot she shouldn’t be forward. She threw her leg over his and straddled his lap, pressing against him as she kissed him back, sucking on his tongue and pressing her crotch against the thick bulge in his pants.
He grasped her head and deepened the kiss even further, his tongue sliding so far in her mouth, she half expected him to go into her throat. But he pulled back and did it again. His hands slid up underneath her shirt, their heat creating waves of pleasure wherever he touched. One moment they were rising up her back and in the next her bra was loose and his palms cupped her breasts. She moaned at the exquisite sensation of someone touching her like that. At Killian touching her like that. His fingers pulled at her nipples, making her whimper and press against him harder.
“That’s it, little wolf,” he murmured as he drew back and kissed down her neck. “It feels good.”
“Yes,” she said frantically, running her hands over his chest and along his upper arms. She wanted more. Needed more. “Please,” she begged as he sucked softly on her neck. “Please.”
“Yes,” he said and his hands moved to her derriere and he held her as he stood up. Startled, she yelped and wrapped her arms and legs around him. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Touch me, little wolf. Show me you look forward to this as much as I do.”
Frynna was frantic. She had no idea how much of it was her and how much was her wolf, but didn’t care anymore. Years and years of going into heat without any satisfaction and finally… finally she was going to get some. He strode toward their bedroom and she slid her hand between them and cupped his bulge.
He hissed and she yanked her hand way. “No, little wolf. Do it again.” She looked into his eyes and they were deep with a passion that made her whimper. “I liked it.”
She slid her hand back down and grasped him through his pants. He was huge. Not that she had anyone to compare him against. But he felt huge.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Stroke me, Frynna. Make me harder.”
A thrill went up her spine and she pressed her palm against the material and rubbed. The bulge thickened, exciting her further.
“Fuck yes.” He grunted and kicked the bedroom door closed behind them. “My sweet wolf, tonight you’re going to come at least four times and we’ll fuck several times. It’s our bonding night and you’re going to be thoroughly sated by the time it’s through.”
Her wolf howled in joy and Frynna kissed him, madly, crazy, wanting everything he was promising her. She wanted it now.
She remembered him removing her clothes, but the second he revealed his own body, Frynna was lost. He was so different to wolf males. Killian was fantastic. Unable to resist, she grasped hold of his erection and stroked.
“That’s my wolf,” he said with satisfaction as he backed her up onto the bed and followed. “Touch me, stroke me, suck me if you want. But first, I want to give you pleasure.”
She was so turned on, she wasn’t sure which was up and which was down, but when he pushed her onto her back and slid down between her legs, she and her wolf had a dual thought of what is he doing before he wrapped his lips around her nub and licked. Frynna yelped and he pulled her legs over his shoulders as he continued to suck and lick at that sensitive bit of skin.
Frynna squealed and reached down. With no other frame of reference, she grasped hold of his hair and pushed him closer. He chuckled and it reverberated through her. When he pulled his head back, she whimpered. “Put your hands above you, little wolf,” he said in a firm voice. “Go on.”
Trembling, she laid back and put her hands up at the headboard.
“Good.” He dove back in and she cried out as his tongue slid down and into her pussy.
“Oh my God.” She arched her back and he slid a finger inside that tight entrance and went back to licking and sucking at her clit. The sensations were overpowering, even more than the spanking he’d done the day before. It was too much. Her body was too tight. She gasped and her entire body stiffened. Frynna came, screaming as he continued to fuck her with his finger and lick her.
He pulled his head back and his lips and chin were wet with her juices. Killian kept moving his finger inside her, adding a second finger that felt huge. He moved up her body, kissing her skin and licking along her belly button as he continued to thrust those fingers into her.
“You taste divine,” he murmured and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and was amazed at how exciting that was. When he pulled back, she tried to follow him. “No,” he said with a smile. “Keep your hands up there, Frynna. I’ll let you hold onto me when I’m inside you. Until then, keep your hands above your head.”
Trembling from head to toe she grasped the headboard and held on as he moved back down her body.