The bond between me and Evelyn grew rapidly. She moved into the Pack months later and the whole members got to know about my engagement to her.
The Wolves were not asked to help with arranging the field, twice. While Evelyn’s family did not oppose her relationship and marriage in advance to me.
We did a lot of things, even to the sight of Wolves who were around us most of the time.
Who wouldn’t? This was a woman I had fallen in love with for some time, even before the moon goddess announced her as the woman I would spend the rest of my life with.
One night, after taking my bath-I walked out of the bathroom to meet on my bed, in a very seductive pose.
What was she trying to do? I have never had sex before, at least not yet. All we did was kiss and touch each other in the most sensitive parts of our bodies.
This was the most seducing part of Evelyn I had seen, since the beginning of my relationship with her.
I groaned and lifted her by her thighs when I arrived at the bed. She was way shorter than me by all rights, but when I slipped between her open thighs, we fit together perfectly.
“I always knew you enjoyed teasing me,” I murmured with a faint note of amusement as I eyed the thin slip she had underneath the dress. Her nipples were like dots, punctuating the dress in arousing spots.
“Teasing you is fun,” she protested breathlessly.
“It’s also very erotic watching your eyes light up when I call you Alpha.”
Imprisoning both her wrists in one hand, I pulled down the thin straps of the slip with a deft flick of my hand.
“I’ll keep calling you that,” she whispered as her heart started to beat faster. Harder. Then she added in one breath: “Jason, I need your hands on me, now.”
“The hours are our own, my love,” I whispered back, my voice hoarse with desire. “Let’s savor it.”
The long hard fingers of my right hand cupped her breast. “Feel how your body warms to my touch,” I said. I lifted her breast and kissed the pale crevice beneath it, causing heat to pool in my own body.
I was still trailing kisses down Evelyn’s tummy when she reached down and pulled me up by the shoulders. Her head swooped down and her mouth captured mine in a rough, searing assault that took my breath away.
Like her touch, meant to shock and arouse me, there was no subtlety to the savage kiss. Her lips ground against mine, her thick hair tickling my jaw. Suddenly I got a flashback of the first time we had kissed, back in the large dining room of the Pack house.
The day she had taken my heart and held it since then.
I thrust my tongue between her teeth, plunging deeply. I raised both hands hooked them in her hair and dragged her head back, taking the kiss deeper, darker, devouring her.
Then, when my head was swimming and my bones felt as if they were melting from the inside out, the devastating kiss ended as swiftly as it had started. I pulled back, scared to continue.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured, then pulled me closer. She slipped her other hand down my chest and gently cupped my throbbing erection. “Not yet.”
My hands gripped the soft fabric of her underwear slip. Her flesh, warmed by the twilight sunlight spilling from the kitchen window and desire, was softer.
I slipped up, cupping her thighs. She closed her eyes, whether to shut me out or concentrate on my touch, I didn’t know. All I knew was that she was the most desirable woman I’d ever met and she fascinated me in ways too complex to attempt to decipher.
My body felt like a rocket about to explode on the launchpad.
She was utterly beautiful.
And I was ready to explode for the first time in my life, just looking at her.
Her hand slipped away from my erection, but I grabbed the hand and returned it to that spot.
“Don’t stop touching,” I touched my mouth to the fragrant place behind her ear, the soft touch meant to both arouse and reassure.
“I don’t know if I can keep touching. I want you so much, Jason.” She trembled as my right hand caressed her, my fingers tracing a line of slow fire across her rib cage, up her side, the hollow beneath her arm.
“Oh!” She breathed a soft sound-part sigh, part moan- as I cupped her breast again.
“You can.” When I kissed my way down her neck, she tilted her head back, offering me access to her throat, where her pulse pounded like percussive bass chords. “You will.”
As if in response to her silent plea, my right hand eased into the open space between her thighs, stroking over the bone of her hip, moving lower still.
“Spread your legs a bit for me, Evelyn,” I commanded. When she did as I instructed, my fingers played around with the thatch of hair that covered her pussy.
“Now close your eyes. And try not to move.” I murmured. She drew in a sharp breath as my fingers slipped into her with a silky wet ease. First one. Then another. A feverish tide rose in me, and I groaned.
Evelyn moved in response, causing her to inadvertently move her hips towards my wicked, clever hand, seeking more.
“Jason-” her body trembled under my touch. “Please…” She grabbed my hand, pressing it tighter against her in a mute attempt to satisfy this ruthless, pounding desire that flowed between us.
She was flowing over my hand, like sun-warmed honey. Her ragged pleas caused my own needs to flare higher even as a dark masculine power surged through me.
I positioned myself between her legs again.
Then, with a single hard thrust, I surged into her, deep and hard, driven by her breathless cries, the feel of her inner muscles, contracting, drawing me in.
“Put your legs around me, Evelyn.” My voice, rough and guttural and nearly incoherent, was unfamiliar to my ears. But somehow Evelyn managed to understand me and she did as instructed, her hands fretting up and down my back, her long nails digging into my flesh in a way that fed my lust even further.
I hammered into her, again and again, hot flesh slapping against hot flesh, her soft cries muffled by my ravenous mouth as it ate into hers, my tongue thrusting between her parted lips in rhythm with my bucking hips.
My vision seemed to grow blurry as my movements quickened and deepened. And then I was coming, in a hot, torrential release that had the both of us shouting out.
Then our bodies relaxed, as she collapsed into my arms. We were both panting, but it slowly evened out. After a few minutes of hugging and caressing each other on the kitchen table, I pulled away from her.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” I whispered. “I love you.”
One of her hands found its way to my face. She kissed me, tiredly. My tongue found hers and the kiss lasted a while before I pulled away. “You need some rest.”
“I can rest later.” She assured me.
“No,” I shook my head. “You need some rest, Evelyn. We can do this again some other time.”
She nodded and smiled. “I love you too.”