Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
Once I devoured him completely with my eyes, mapping every last inch of him, on the front anyway, I finally set my mouth against him. At first it was nothing more than a feather light touch just above his right ankle. But even that was enough to make him gasp and flinch from the feel of it.
“Are you ticklish Joaquin? I never knew you were ticklish right here.” He looked at me with a pleading look, a look that asked me to release him so he could take me. He was already ready to drive into me. I just chuckled and ran my tongue up his shin in a long sweeping motion.
“Ahh.” He cried out and shivered above me making me laugh once again. “You’re going to torture me?” He made it a question.
“Not torture.” I shook my head in denial. “Worship, treasure, conquer. Any of those words would do, but not torture.” I grinned at him.
“It’s the same thing in this case.” He grinned right back.
“Just lay back and enjoy yourself. I’m certainly going to.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He laughed.
“Yeah, but in a good way.”
I wanted to let all my worries, all my tension, and most of all, all my inhibitions go. I wanted to do something I had never done before but may, or may not, have fantasized about doing several times before. As I dipped my head down to loom over him again I let my wolf take control.
I didn’t shift, not even a partial shift, it was more like I was letting my primal instincts and desires take over for me. Letting my beast take the lead would make me less nervous, less afraid, and more willing to do what it was I really wanted to do. When next I looked up and into Joaquin’s eyes, I knew he would see the primal energy oozing from me.
I licked him again. A long lapping motion that brought the taste of his skin into my mouth. I had heard Joaquin talk about how he could taste my scent on my body but I had never experienced that as I kissed or licked him before. I could now though.
With every swipe of my tongue I tasted the different layers of his scent as they flooded into my mouth. There was even a new, very subtle layer to that scent that I tasted now. With the first stroke of my tongue I tasted coffee, the strong robust flavor that came with the high energy scent of my mate. The second stroke brought the cinnamon, spicy and strong just like him. The third was chocolate, this was the part of him that could be so sweet and loving, the part that he hid from me for so long but I loved more than anything else. Then there was a flavor on the next long swipe of my tongue that I hadn’t expected, a scent I hadn’t noticed until now. I tasted citrus, oranges to be exact. Joaquin had told me that once he could smell my witch side it had added the scent of lemons to the layered mixture that made up my unique smell, and now he had oranges that marked him as the warlock king. Not to mention the oranges followed the chocolate making it taste like chocolate covered oranges. His flavors all mixed together was like a hot cinnamon latte and chocolate covered oranges and I thoroughly enjoyed the decadence of it all.
Slowly, I licked, kissed, and nipped my way up his right leg until I got to his thigh. Thankfully, even though Joaquin was a wolf he didn’t have much body hair at all. That was all reserved for his wolf form. The smooth, intoxicating feel, and taste, of his body was uninterrupted.
After finishing with the right leg I once again lowered myself to his left leg, mirroring my actions there. He squirmed and jerked above me, gasping when the tip of my tongue tickled somewhere on its path up his flesh.
I was already drunk on the flavor of him, on the feel of him. I was really enjoying watching him writhe from my actions and the attention I was paying to him. And the moans he would let loose as I teased him were like spurs begging me to keep going.
Once I got to his thigh again I shifted my position until I was straddling his left leg. This allowed me to kiss, lick, and bite my way up his hip and skirt around the quivering erection that he was all but begging me to attend to it.
I continued my motions as I moved up his left side. I dipped my tongue in and around the curves of his abs, the rippling and twitching of his muscles sent even more excitement coursing through me. I stayed to the side of his body, ignoring the middle altogether, just continuing up until I reached his shoulder.
Once again I lowered myself until I was at his right hip and repeated all my movements on that side. He continued to moan and and gasp, making sure I knew he was enjoying every second of my slow torture.
This time, when I reached his shoulder I followed the curve of his skin to his neck. I bit down gently, pulling the tender flesh into my mouth. He shuddered as I slowly dug my teeth into him. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, just enough to leave a bright pink mark. I soothed the reddened flesh with my tongue then placed a kiss over it before I continued up to his ear. I bit down gently on the lobe before licking slowly up the shell of his ear.
Now it was time to focus more with lips that anything else. I kissed my way up his jaw bone, up his chin and to his mouth. I captured his lips with my own, taking his mouth and breath like I was an explorer on uncharted territory.
His mouth always felt like home. Safe and secure and somewhere I could always return to. When I pressed my lips to his this time he opened his mouth, parting his lips and licking mine with his tongue as it slipped into my mouth to tangle with my own. I had him trapped under me, but his mouth was still free to move as he wished.
He kissed me hungrily, fiercely, and with a fiery passion. There was so much heat in the kiss that I could actually feel it bearing down on me, like standing close to a roaring bonfire. He couldn’t grab my head and hold me in place but I felt his desire to as he struggled against his bindings. The kiss was not nearly enough for him.
Soon, I pulled my mouth away from his which also pulled a groaning whimper from him.
“Riviana.” His voice was pleading.
“Shhh.” I shushed him as I kissed his forehead. “Just wait a little longer.” I made my voice as soothing as I could when I was so filled with desire for him.
It was time for me to make my way down again. I started at his collar bone and licked my way down. I swirled my tongue quickly around each of his nipples before following the line of his abdomen down. When I reached the dip of his hips he cried out again.
“Please.” He begged me, need shining like a light in his eyes, like a fire.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked him. “How do you want me to take you?”
“Inside you. Please, baby, I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
“Shouldn’t I finish tasting you first?” I giggled.
“Please, sweetheart, I’m begging you.”
“Well, if you’re begging, then how could I deny you.” I summoned my magic for just a second, this time making the last layer of clothes I was wearing disappear from sight.
I straddled his hips and teased his rock hard erection for just a moment, giggling when he groaned and begged again.
“Please, baby. Please!” His pleading voice pleased me more than I thought it would. I gripped his shaft in my hand and guided it to my opening which was already wet and waiting for him.
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Joaquin
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For the last half an hour, at least, my sexy Little Bunny had been slowly torturing me. Licking, kissing, nipping, devouring my body like it was the only source of nourishment she needed. But my need, my desire, my hunger for her only grew with every second. By the time that she had made her way back down to the dip of my hip and hovered above my erection I felt harder than I had ever been in my entire life. So hard that my erection seemed to be made of nothing less than steel.
