Bronx
I’ve blown it again. I’m not sure how I always think I’m so smooth, but then completely look like an ass in front of this human. With a growl, I open the bathroom door and find her balled up in the corner.
“Go away,” she says, sniffling.
“Madison, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”
“You…what?” She looks up at me, surprised.
“Your feelings. I hurt them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Obviously, I’m making you feel embarrassed. That was not my intention.”
“What?”
“You’re incredibly beautiful and sexy, and seeing you so turned all the time makes it really hard to control myself around you.”
“Bronx?”
I take a deep breath. I probably shouldn’t be saying all of this, but I’m on a fucking roll and I’m not about to stop now. Madison and I have gotten off to a rather rocky start, but she at least deserves the truth. She deserves honesty. I can give her that much.
“All I want to do is pull you into my arms and kiss you, Madison. I want to spread you out on the bed, eat your pussy until you come, and then make love to you over and over again. Do you know how fucking hard it is not to grab you when you’re like this?”
She’s silent, staring up at me. The towel is still sort-of on, but it’s slipped a little. I’m trying so hard not to look at her beautiful nipples that it hurts. My body is physically in pain.
“I’m going to back into the bedroom now,” I tell her. “I put out some spare clothes for you. I’m going to turn my back so you can get dressed without anyone watching you, and then we’re going to talk about what happens next.”
“O-Okay.”
I stand up and leave the room. Then I sit on the bed with my back to the open bathroom door. She’s watching me, I know, and probably confused. She might not know that much about shifters, to be honest. She might not have known until a few days ago that yes, we actually exist. Maybe she’s just not comfortable knowing a man finds her sexy. I don’t know. What I do know is that she’s very nervous, so I sit perfectly still, perfectly silent, as she re-enters the room.
I hear the towel hit the floor and I squeeze my eyes tighter shut. She’s completely naked in my room: totally, completely nude. If Madison were my girl, I’d show her what it means to be adored. I’d spread her out and kiss her from her next to her toes. Then I’d kiss everywhere in-between.
I wonder what Madison would do when I started to lick her pussy. Would she wiggle away? Would she sink into my touch? Would she come apart beneath my mouth?
My mouth.
I feel her lips pressing against mine so softly I don’t notice at first. When I realize what’s happening, I open my eyes wide.
“Madison?”
“Shut up, Bronx.”
Her words somehow make sense to my muddled mind, and I manage to listen, closing my mouth and just holding her as she slides onto my lap, straddling me.
“Bronx,” she whispers.
“Madison, are you sure about this? We don’t really know each other that well.”
“I’m tired of fighting this,” she says. “I know you don’t want to let me go. You think I’m dangerous. I know you think I tried to hurt you.”
“You did try to hurt me.”
“Shh,” she presses her finger to my lips. “There’s so much you don’t know. For being such a brave Alpha,” she cocks her head, just a little. “You have a lot to learn about humans.”
“Like what?”
“Like we can be shy when it comes to sex.”
“I don’t understand why someone as sexy as you would be shy.”
“Lots of reasons,” she shrugs. “And it probably has a lot to do with the fact that humans don’t spend all of their time naked.”
“Wolves don’t spend all of their time naked.”
“I hate to break it to you, big boy, but you’re basically always naked. I’ve seen your cock like, thirty-seven times now, and I’ve only been here for a short while.”
“Madison.”
“Bronx,” she lowers herself onto my lap and starts rubbing against me. She’s naked. She’s totally, completely naked, and the only thing separating us is my sweatpants. They’re soft and thin and I can feel her rubbing against me through the fabric.
“What are you doing to me, baby?”
“Something I should have done sooner,” she whispers. Then she wraps her legs around my back and runs her hands through my hair. She kisses my neck, placing soft little pecks all the way up to my ear. Then she nibbles on me, and all I can do is fucking hold her and enjoy the ride. Madison is a sex goddess wrapped in pretty packaging, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be holding her like this right now.
I don’t deserve her.
We don’t deserve her.
My wolf agrees with me, and I’m quiet as she starts to explore my body. My hands are firmly on her hips, but she looks down and smiles at me.
“I know you can do better than that.”
“Better than what?”
“Your hands,” she motions to where I’m holding her. “They’re demurely at my side, good sir,” she says in a fake-stuffy voice. “Come on, Bronx.” Then, she whispers. “Don’t you want to feel my breasts?”
More than fucking anything, but I’m trying to be decent. I’m trying to be good. Can’t she see that? Can’t she see it’s taking all of my fucking self-control not to throw her down on the bed and just fucking ravage her? I want to drive my cock into her so deeply that she’ll feel it for days. I want to fuck her until she can’t hold back anymore and she comes all over my dick
I want everything.
All of it.
Her.
I want her.
I’m in over my head, but right now, I just don’t care. As long as Madison keeps touching me, everything is going to be just fine, and now she wants me to touch her, too. Well, I can fucking do that. I was behaving like a good, sweet boy, but that’s not what she wants.
She wants the wolf?
She’s going to get it.