Slowly, my gaze trailed down his bare chest that was dripping with water droplets, a few of his long teal to silver strands stuck to his wet skin. My gaze continued to traverse down his ripped body, and damn, I must have forgotten how hot Ian was because he looked extra good tonight. Good like a strawberry sundae with chocolate syrup.
His pecs to his abs, and oh la la. His towel was so low that I could see the V-lines of his lower muscles, something I hadn't seen before, and it only made me hotter. I was trying to ignore the tingling sensation and the pulsing heat between my legs. Not to mention how hard I knew my nipples were or the lust that must have reflected in my teal eyes that couldn't stop appreciating that masculine work of art.
What turned me on the most was the way Ian's eyes took my figure in. He looked at me as if I were his favorite snack, and that simple thought made me wonder if he'd eat me up like in the sexy movies. I didn't know if having a man's mouth on your pussy felt good, but I was up to trying if Ian Chestwood did it.
I watched him slowly lick his bottom lip and saw how his chest moved up and down as he struggled to keep his breathing at a normal rhythm. I didn't blame him, seeing as my heart was pounding like a drum against my chest and the heat from my hot shower was making me feel light headed.
Ian blinked a few times and shook his head before his face began to turn beet red, yet his silver eyes took another appreciative glance down my naked frame.
"Ha...Harper."
"I...Ian," I said with a trembling voice. I didn't know if it was because I was naked in front of him or just my nerves playing with me, but the tension between us was high, and I didn't think I'd stay conscious long enough to see the end of it.
Concern suddenly flashed over those silver eyes, and with a few blinks, Ian was holding me in his arms. As in I was literally in his arms and lowered to the floor.
"Breathe for a sec, Harper," Ian whispered, and he gently stroked my hair as I took a few deep breaths.
"Well, this is a little embarrassing," I mumbled, needing to close my eyes for a moment and try to pretend this never happened. Your boyfriend walks in on you naked, midway putting lotion on, and with a full minute of checking out his sexiness, you almost pass out and have to lie in his arms like in one of those Korean dramas.
"At least it wasn't in slow motion. Those are totally unrealistic."
Really?
"Trying to help you forget this embarrassing moment. You're welcome."
How badly I wanted to reply, but I had to stop myself from letting out a shriek as my body was lifted. I grew rigid when the right side of my breast pressed against Ian's chest, making me self-conscious once more that I was naked and now in his arms.
He didn't say anything. He simply carried me out of the washroom and straight to my room. Thankfully, the door remained open, just how I'd left it. After we entered, he closed the door with his foot and strode over to my bed. He sat me down and moved to the closet where he grabbed my unicorn robe that was hooked in the inner wall of the Oakwood closet door.
He made his way back over and placed the fuzzy magical looking robe on my shoulders, adjusting it so that it draped over me. He knelt on the floor in front of me, and I had to stop myself from looking, wondering if the towel that was on his waist had stayed in place. I closed my eyes when his hand ever so gently ran along my cheek and moved a few strands of my damp hair to rest behind my ear.
"You okay, Harper?"
"Yes...sorry. I...think I spent too long in the hot bath before the sauna, and well, I got a little light-headed," I whispered, doing my best not to meet his intense gaze. I could see him nod from the corner of my eyes.
"Alright. I'll get you some water."
"Ian?" I said immediately after, not wanting him to leave yet. "Why...are you here? I mean. You were supposed to be with Sam at the other sanctuary."
"Plans changed. Sam sent me home saying you wouldn't be here. When I got here I immediately took a nap, and when I woke up I showered. I only came to the bigger washroom to get the hairdryer. I didn't think..." He trailed off and looked away, his cheeks tinted a light red. "Didn't know you were here. I wouldn't have come in like that. Sorry," he whispered.
I could tell his breathing was off and his face was still flushed. There was just something going on between us, yet I couldn't put my finger on it.
"It's okay," I mumbled and the two of us were silent for some time. "Ian..."
He didn't turn his gaze to me, which left me feeling a sense of worry and hurt. "Did I do something wrong? "
He shook his head, but still didn't look back at me. I watched him swallow and take a few breaths. "It's not...necessarily you, Harper."
"What do you mean? I didn't mean to be found naked in the bathroom. It IS the bathroom."
He groaned, and he finally turned his head to meet my eyes. Again, I almost forgot to breathe. The tension and heat between us was palpable, and I didn't know if this was how it felt to be obsessively in love with someone, but it was taking everything in me not to push off the bed and jump Ian.
"I can't think straight right now," he muttered, his eyes lowering to my lips. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying my best to think logically, but seconds later something simply clicked between us.
Ian quietly cursed and, just like that, his lips smashed against mine. My eyes fluttered closed as a wave of relief ran through me at his sudden move, but my body was thrilled and left pulsing in anticipation.
Kissing him back was far beyond fulfilling, a part of me satisfied while the other part wanted more. Much more.
My lungs burned for oxygen, but I didn't want to stop. The thought of pulling away only made me want to kiss him harder and enjoy the heated bliss between us for as long as I humanly could.
We finally broke away, both of us gasping for air as we tried to catch our breath; our eyes locked onto one another.
"Wow..." I breathed.
"I see...why...we're always apart...during the holidays." Ian breathed as he tried to calm his quick inhales and exhales.
"There's a reason?" I asked, trying to distract my foggy mind that wanted less talk and more body touching.
Ian bit his bottom lip, a clear distractor as he took a few seconds to think. "Every December, you go into something called Heat."
"Heat? Like is that the reason it's super hot in here, or is it just me?" I tried to lighten the mood and again ignore the growing need to kiss him once more.
Our closeness was almost intoxicating, but I didn't dare move an inch. Not to ignore his cinnamon scent that made me want cinnamon rolls all day long. Or get a good taste of Ian all night long.
Ian ran his hand through his long hair and looked at me once more. "Yes...well kinda. It sometimes depends on the female wolf shifter, but during the winter months, they go into something called heat. We always go on vacation starting December because that's when you go into heat. For you, when you're near a male wolf shifter you could feel lightheaded or really hot...especially when you're close to someone you like or love."
I blushed at his words and lowered my gaze to my lap. I guess I did really love Ian. It still made me a little embarrassed at admitting it. Maybe it was because I was still young, but either way, this heat thing answered so many questions.
No wonder every December Dolly took me on vacation. Not like we were near any "wolf shifters." Not like I'd know, but I bet Dolly would make sure...but wow.
"What happens to you then?"
"Well..." He took a second to think and continued. "We get really horny? I mean, that's how I feel right now. Could also be because...well...you're fucking beautiful naked," he confessed, and his face went so red it reached his ears. He ruffled his hair again but stared into my eyes.
"It makes the male wolf shifter really want to mate with the female. I guess it's more intense when the person actually has feelings for the female in question, but it affects all the males who are near you unless they're already mated. That's why we can't be around each other...or I'd probably lose my ability to think straight and essentially...well, fuck you."
"What exactly happens...if we...you know?" I asked, prompting him to continue. It could have been this heat thing going on, but fucking Ian Chestwood right now sounded like an appealing deal to me.
"I don't know. It's not like I've...done that with anyone."
We were both silent as his words seemed to float in the air. "You waited?" My hushed voice was filled with emotion. I didn't expect Ian to wait. He was 18 after all, and the girls practically threw themselves at him. Sure, we were dating, but I don't know. Maybe because it was a secret in my mind, I didn't register that he'd want to wait for me to be his first.
"We're dating, remember?"
"I know...I just thought. You're so popular, Ian. Girls basically beg to be yours, left and right. I assumed you'd want experience or something. I...I've always been shy with telling you how much I love you." I gave him a small smile. "I never expected you to wait for me."
Ian smiled back, and he lifted his hand to press it against my left cheek. "When I found you in the forest 11 years ago, my heart seemed to stop. It was strange to me. Even stranger to Wolfie. He and I didn't think we could suddenly care so much about a person until we saw those beautiful teal eyes that are now staring back at me all these years later. I never thought I'd even get the privilege to date you. I had a crush on you for so long, and when I realized other guys could come into the picture, I didn't want to let you go. Just because we're two years apart, doesn’t mean I ever thought of having my first with anyone else. Never once did that cross my mind. I didn't care how long I'd have to wait. All I cared about was being the first male to make you moan. The first to make you experience what pleasure really was. I don't know if you're ready, Harper. I also don't want this heat thing to influence your decision...but...it's really hard to think logically right now." He whispered the last part with a sheepish grin.
He lowered his hand and took a deep breath. "I love you, Harper Blake. I know we don't say it often because we have to keep our love hidden...but I can't see a world without you. Not now...not ever. I don't care if I have to wait till you’re 18 or 20 or even 50. I want you to be mine."
"What if we're not mates? Or what if we are mates and someone comes along on either end? What if-"
Ian leaned in to kiss me, cutting off the flood of "what ifs." A small moan left me, and it took us a good two minutes before we were able to break apart again, both of us breathless once more.
"I don't care, Harper. If you end up having more than one mate, so be it. You could have three mates, six mates, even nine mates--I don't give a fuck about it. All I care about is that I still get to stay with you. That no matter what the Moon decides for you, I at least get a chance to be one of your options. One of your lovers," he declared.
"And...if a girl came into the picture and she's your mate?"
"If we decide to make this truly official, Harper, I'm not choosing anyone else."
"But what if it’s the Moon's decision."
"Don't care. I have a choice, and I've made the decision long ago with Wolfie, and both of us are on the same wavelength. We vowed that if we did get the chance to be with you, we'd be exclusive. Neither of us wanted anyone then. Our decision won't change now or in the future."
My brain must have stopped working because I couldn't think of any words to top that off. I didn't deserve this man. How could a tragedy such as my family's murder drop me into Ian's life, and with it, a family who loved me, a pack of wolves who brightened my day, and people like O'Neil who just wanted me to succeed in all areas of life?
"I fucking love you," I whispered, and I sealed his lips with mine. My mind was made up; heated state or not, I wasn't going to let my lack of confidence stop me from having this man. From mating with this man.
I was scared of the future, scared that I wasn't a wolf shifter and the chances of having another mate along the road, but I wouldn't back down from this. Ian would stay in my life, and I'd fight to ensure that he remained in my future.
Releasing his lips, I pressed my forehead against his with the courage to whisper the words floating in my head.
"I love you, Ian Chestwood. I've loved you since the day I met you, and though I've tried to hide it or pretend I wasn't madly in love with you, I won't stop expressing how happy I am with you in my life. Everything that has happened, from the good and the bad, you've been there for me. Though I'm frightened of the obstacles in the future, I never want to lose us. I know we sometimes fight, and there will be times we won't understand each other, but for heaven's sake, I'll fight for this. I'll fight for us, and even if there is a slight possibility of others entering this relationship between us, I'll never abandon you. I can confidently vow that."
I could visibly see the emotion in his silver eyes and the compassion he had for me, making me want to kiss him again. His lips captured mine before I could initiate my thoughts, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second that passed.
My left hand glided through his silky-smooth hair and his hands pressed against my cheeks as he deepened the already intense kiss.
I hadn't realized we were laying back down until we parted to breathe, and I was looking at him from above.
"Are you sure, Harper?" Ian whispered. "It's gonna hurt."
"I know that, silly." I sighed but smiled at the fact he was concerned. "I did my sex education, unlike you," I teased.
He blushed. "I did my own research."
"Watching porn and masturbating isn't enough." I giggled at the shock on his face before he pouted his lips.
"Ya...well, I have to learn how to please you somehow, and it’s not my fault that I masturbate. Hard not to get horny when I think about you...especially when you wear those bikinis."
It was my turn to blush, and boy did his words turn me on in all the right places. I sat up slightly, lifting my right arm to wrap around his neck and pull him down for a slow kiss. He hooked an arm to wrap around my lower waist and eased me into a sitting up position.
I wrapped my other arm around his neck and brought myself as close to him as possible. The action helped me shrug off the robe that rested on my shoulders.
"Well, now I can assist with that," I murmured, my lips brushing his as we stared into each other's hooded eyes. "Do you have a condom?"
Ian grinned, giving me a quick peck on the lips before he moved out of my embrace. I took the chance to move the robe off the bed, though I knew my unicorn sheets would need to be changed after this but damn, I was so ready.
Just seeing Ian's almost naked body was killing me, and before he opened the nightstand top drawer, he loosened the white towel around his lower waist.
I was impressed it was able to hug his hips for so long, but with just a tiny bit of force, it dropped to the ground and once again, I was reminded of how Ian Chestwood was a masterpiece sculpted by the heavens above.
I always loved his ass, but now that I got to see it bare and all, I had to remind myself not to drool. He opened the drawer, dug into the far back, and pulled out a condom. I had no idea how long it had been there, but I was impressed that he was prepared.
When he turned around though, my eyes immediately locked onto his length, and I kid you not, I could have fainted out of utter happiness. Ian was officially the whole package, right down to his damn length that I knew was longer than 6 inches.
Not like I had a ruler to get them accurate digits in check, but I couldn't even imagine how the hell it was gonna fit inside me. A scary yet thrilling thought.
A small smile formed on his lips as he moved to stand at the end of the bed in all his naked glory.
"You're so hot," I whispered, licking my lips as my gaze trailed down his body. His smile widened and he placed his hands on the bed.
"You know, it turns me on when you compliment me too."
"Really. I should do it more often." I winked.
"No, or we'd have to find other secret places around here that are soundproof so that I can enjoy myself with you." He prowled towards me as if he were in his wolf form and approached with that sexy dark look full of longing.
"That doesn't sound too bad." My eyes dipped down to get another glimpse of his cock. I could tell it was slightly bigger than before and that only made my stomach twist and flip with growing desire and a hint of fear. Is it really going to fit?
Ian reached where I sat, and I noticed the amusement glittering in those silver eyes. "What?" I asked.
"Are you mentally questioning if I'll fit?"
"No..."
"Uh huh." He leaned down to press his lips against the side of my neck. A quiet gasp escaped me at his touch, and I let my eyes close as I allowed myself to be lost in the kisses that followed. His lips trailed down my body, moving from my neck to my chest, and he paused at my breasts.
He flicked his tongue against my hardened nipples, and I couldn't help but moan at the sensation that made me shiver. I could feel myself growing wet between my legs, but I couldn't help it. Every touch from Ian had me feeling like my body was on fire or as if it was shocked with electricity when his lips touched a sensitive spot like my nipples.
He didn't remain still for long; his lips skimmed from my breast to my abs and reached my thighs. Lying back onto the sheets with my head against my pillow, I found my eyes locked onto his as he spread my legs apart.
I swallowed, noticing the change in those silver eyes that darkened. "How I've dreamed of this moment over and over in my mind."
I bet my face was bright crimson and I shyly looked away. "Really?"
"Yes, Harper. Really," he whispered, and I turned to meet his eyes that were filled with hunger as he lowered his head between my legs. "You're so beautiful."
He licked me just slightly, but my breath hitched, and the anticipation was already killing me. Ian smirked, and my brain was trying to think of a logical reason as to how he could be so confident.
"How are you so confident when you haven't done this before?" I asked, a poor attempt to stall and ignore my embarrassment.
"Watching porn, remember? Just got to take mental notes," he murmured before his tongue licked the wetness that lingered at my entrance. I bit my lip to stop the moan that almost left my lips. If it weren’t for Ian's strong hands, I would have squirmed out of his hold. He must have known I would because he pressed down on my inner thighs just slightly before he slipped his tongue inside.
My head fell back and this time I moaned. That was enough encouragement to let Ian continue, his tongue stimulating me with waves of tingles and growing pleasure as he licked and teased my pussy.
He pulled back and I raised my head slightly to see him lick his lips in utter satisfaction.
"You're delicious, Harper." The husky sound of his voice was like music to my ears. Oh god, I'm doomed. This man will literally be the death of me.
He let go of one of my thighs and then it was his two fingers teasing my entrance. "I'll need you to be nice and wet for me."
He slid one finger in first, moving it back and forth gently. He took quick glances to see my response and when he thought I was ready, he slid another inside me which made me moan.
"Ian," I breathed, and that pleased him tremendously; the smirk on his face proved my assumption. He began to slide his fingers in and out of me, starting at a slow speed and gradually growing faster in pace.
I was lost in the pleasure that was beginning to build, loving the growing stimulation that contributed to my fast inhales and exhales.
"More, Ian," I begged, feeling myself getting closer. Masturbating with my own fingers was nothing compared to when a man did it. There was just something commanding about it that turned me on even more, and even though it hadn't been long, I was already close to an orgasm.
Ian moved his fingers faster at my command, and a loud moan escaped me as I came. Oh fuck, that was good.
My eyes opened, and I lifted my head to see Ian's smile. He slowly pulled his fingers out that were cloaked in my juices. I watched him use his other hand to grab the condom and he ripped it open with his teeth, which made me bite my bottom lip. So hot.
He slid the condom on with ease, and he wrapped those same fingers that made me cum around the tip of his cock that was definitely bigger than before. Inching closer to me, the tip of his manhood teased my opening and I knew this was it.
The moment I dreamed of was about to come true. Our eyes locked onto one another as if we were waiting for one of us to voice our doubts. The shared gaze held so much love and immense emotion, resulting in Ian leaning down and giving me a tender kiss.
"I love you, Harper Blake. I need you to know that before I take this from you. For you to save this for me...thank you."
I kissed him back and whispered, "I love you too, and I'd never regret you being my first."
With those words, he began to slide inside me, hitting resistance in seconds. He looked at me with caution and, with a brave nod, he proceeded. I winced at the sudden peak of pain, and as much as I wanted to hide my sudden discomfort, I knew it showed right on my face.
Ian stalled and leaned over once more to give me a comforting kiss. "You okay?"
I nodded and pressed my forehead against his as I took a few deep breaths. "Ya. Continue." I wasn't going to back down. The pain was intense, but I expected it. I knew that once he began to move, it would dim. Or at least, I hope it will.
He inched himself in a little more and I whimpered but didn't want him to stop. I bet he understood, but he waited a few seconds for me to adjust to his size and whispered his apology with small, passionate kisses to my lips and neck.
"You can move, Ian. I think I'm ready," I encouraged.
"Okay, but if you need me to stop, just say the word. I'll pull out."
"Alright," I assured him, loving how thoughtful he was for my sake and not his. With those words, he began to move as gently as he could, slowly thrusting his hips at a steady in-and-out rhythm.
Holy shit. The shift from pain to pleasure was like a 180-degree turn and resulted in me moaning louder than I expected.
"Ian. So good." I gasped out with a shaky breath. Ian smirked and kept going, and I moved my hips to meet his rhythm. He lowered his lips to mine and placed each hand on top of mine, pinning me to the sheets as he started to move at a slightly faster pace.
This moment was everything. Every thrust brought a wave of heat and pleasure between us, and with it came a level of understanding that began to grow between our bodies.
We understood each other, we felt one another, and most importantly, we loved each other as equals. I belonged to him just as he belonged to me, and I knew within my very being he felt the same way.
Pulling back to meet his silver eyes, I noticed a slight glow to them. I wondered if mine had the similar glint of power in them, but I couldn't care less. All I knew was I'd always be with Ian, and I didn't want it any other way.
"Harper," Ian moaned, and we picked up our pace, both of us getting closer to our breaking points.
"Ian. Faster. More. Yes," I groaned. My mind felt like it was lost in a fog of bliss and growing lust. I was adrift in the intense waves of rapture that fought to consume me, and I let my body take control of claiming what it wanted.
Our voices echoed off the walls, and our heavy breaths were loud as the pleasure continued to build. The pain was nothing compared to the amount of rising tension, and I knew this orgasm that was approaching would be ten times better than what any fingers could achieve.
"Ian. Ian. IAN!" I was so close to the edge, my hips moving just as fast as Ian's.
"That's it, Harper. Cum with me, baby." Ian groaned through gritted teeth as he pounded into me. My climax hit me first, making my body lock up as I cried out in pure ecstasy.
My pussy tightened even more around Ian's cock and a loud moan erupted from his throat as he thrust into me one last time. "HARPER!"
He exploded inside of me, and I felt something hot begin to shoot inside me. Ian slowly pulled out, which made me gasp as my body shook from the sudden drop of pleasure. "Fuck..." I cursed. I needed a few moments to breathe and calm down.
Everything was hot, especially the left side of my lower waist, but I could barely think straight.
Ian took a second to pull the condom off and he tossed it who knows where before he collapsed next to me, turning onto his back as he, too, attempted to catch his breath. We both relaxed, and Ian turned to his side and pulled me into his arms.
He kissed me gently on the forehead and hugged me tightly as he took a deep inhale. "Fuck, Harper. That was amazing, and you smell extra nice."
I giggled weakly. "Smell of sweat, cum, and whatever else?" I pointed out.
"Hmm. Those aren't as strong as this," he admitted.
Leaning back slightly, I looked up at him with my tired eyes. "Do I at least smell nice?"
"Addicting," he corrected and kissed me. "Very nice. It's a bit hard to explain. Like a flower-like scent. Maybe a rose with vanilla and lilies."
"That's a bit specific," I mumbled but leaned in to kiss him.
"Can we talk about it maybe after a few minutes of shut-eye?" I questioned, my eyes already beginning to grow heavy. I didn't know sex was this exhausting, but now that I'd calmed down I was in desperate need of a nap.
Ian gave me a tired smile. "I think I can agree with that."
He snuggled against me, planting a kiss on my head. "Just a nap...and then we get you cleaned up," he mumbled, sounding just as exhausted as me.
"Good plan."
"You aren't in pain?" he asked softly.
"Not really. Just a bit, but it was worth it. Don't know...about the morning..." I trailed off, my mind already taking the lead in going straight to sleep.
"Sleep tight, Harper...and thank you."
Ian...thank you for an unforgettable experience.