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I look up to see he’s watching me, his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. I look back down and lick my lips. He said I tasted delicious. I wonder how he tastes.
Without thinking about it, I lean down and lick the precum off the tip of his cock. His response is instantaneous.
“FUCK LILY!” He says through gritted teeth, his entire body tensing at just the lick of my tongue. I didn’t expect his response to be so intense at just a flick of my tongue. I also didn’t expect that he would taste delicious too. Apple pie. He smells like it, but now I know he also tastes like it. It’s my very favorite dessert and now I want more.
I kneel down in front of him, like he did to me earlier. I look back up at him and he’s watching me with so much intensity, I can feel heat pooling in my core, the scent of my arousal perfuming the warm, humid air of the shower.
I continue to stroke him with one hand, putting the other on his thigh before leaning in and swirling my tongue around the tip. When I hear him moan, I move my tongue to the base of his cock and lick my way to the tip.
“Lily.” My name is a quiet, pleading moan.
I suck the tip into my mouth, feeling his body clench, his hand going into my hair. I look up again. I love that I am getting this response from his body. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, but I must be doing something right.
As I watch, I slide more of him into my mouth. His teeth clench again and his eyes close for longer than a blink but they open again, pinned to what I’m doing. He’s big, too big to get all of him into my mouth, so I keep stroking with one hand, using my mouth to stroke the rest of him.
“That feels so fucking good, Lily.
Since I can’t speak, I hum my response to him and the minute I do, his body jerks again, a growl of pleasure coming from his chest. I take him as deep as I can, feeling him hitting the back of my throat.
“Lily, I’m not going to last long.” He tells me, so I begin to move faster, feeling his hand tighten in my hair.
My hand on his thigh moves to his ass, his really muscular ass. Wow! Something to think about later. Focus Lily! I pull him closer, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave me. He uses the hand in my hair to guide me to the rhythm he wants me to keep, careful not to be too forceful when he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck Lily, I’m going to cum.” He says and moves to pull me off his cock. Instead, I grab his ass with both hand and push him farther into my mouth, feeling him slide into my throat. I open my throat taking him even deeper just as his cock begins spasming against my tongue. I feel the hot, thick liquid shooting into my throat, and I automatically begin swallowing, my throat contracting around him.
His answering snarl and his body jerking at his release lets me know how much he likes this. I take everything he gives me, moaning myself at the apple flavor that hits my tongue.
When I feel his body relax, his cock going soft in my mouth, I pull back, licking every drop off him before standing back up. I only have a moment before he’s pushed me against the shower wall, his hand tangling in my hair, his mouth and tongue devouring me.
When he finally pulls away, he puts his forehead against mine. “I don’t know what made you decide to do that, Lily, but that was incredible.”
I smile, pleased with myself for having given him the pleasure he has been giving to me.
We dry off and crawl into bed together. It occurs to me that I would be happy getting into bed with Clint every night, curling up on his chest, while he wraps his arms around me, listening to the sound of our wolves purring to each other. In a flash, I see my future, clear as day with Clint by my side, and I know, want this more than anything.
The next morning. I wake up, practically laying on top of Clint. He kisses my head. “Good morning. beautiful.”
I lift my head and look at him. “Have you been awake long?” I ask, noticing that he doesn’t look sleepy.
“A while. I was enjoying having you laying on my chest.” His hand is stroking my back from the top of my butt cheek to my shoulder blade. I have the urge to stretch like a cat under his touch.
“I’m a wolf, not a cat.’ Andra huffs at me. “But it does feel good. Clint can stroke us any time he wants.”
“What does Andra have to say this morning?” Clint asks me.
Honesty. I promised to give him honesty. “We are both enjoying the way you’re stroking my back. It makes me want to arch against your hand. I thought like a cat, but Andra took offense.”
I feel his chest bouncing under me with his laughter. “I’m happy to stroke either of you any time.”
My hussy of a wolf pushes forward. “Thank you, Clint, your touch is very nice.” She tells him.
He strokes my face with the back of his fingers. Donovan pushing forward. “We love touching you, both of you.” He says.
I watch as Clint pulls Donovan back. “Before these two get carried away, it smells like someone is cooking breakfast out there.”
I sniff the air and sure enough, it smells like pancakes and bacon. My stomach rumbles.
“Let’s get my girls fed.” Clint said.
“Your girls?”
“Mmmhmm.” He says, kissing my nose. “You and Andra. My girls.”
Andra begins purring at this. I roll my eyes, before moving off Clint.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” I ask, pulling on some clothes.
“Whitewater rafting today. We need to leave soon, I think it’s an hour or so away and we need to be there by a certain time.
When I open the door to our room to go to the kitchen. I stop in my tracks. Anders has Cali up against the counter and is kissing her the same way Clint kisses me. I already know that Cali is going to be dazed when he pulls away.
Clint comes up behind me and clears his throat. “Something smells good.”
Anders whips his head around, growling at Clint. I frown, what’s this?
“I meant breakfast.” Clint says, meaningfully. And it takes me a moment before I realize that we can smell Cali’s arousal from Anders’ kisses and Anders took Clint’s statement all wrong.
Cali blushes a bright shade of red and Anders steps back, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry about that.”
“No problem, as long as breakfast doesn’t get burned because you aren’t paying attention.” Clint teases him before walking into the kitchen to check the pancakes.
Cali looks at me and I can tell that we have a lot to catch up on. Although maybe not. As much as I want to tell someone about what happened between me and Clint, I also want to keep it private. I don’t want to share it with anyone, not even Cali.
As we sit down to eat, we begin talking about the day. “Isn’t it too early to go white water rafting?” Cali asks.
Anders smiles at her in a way that feels very intimate. Oh yeah, there’s a story there.
“Usually, but dad got the pack here to agree to a modified version for us. We have to go south, and it won’t be the normal version, but it will still be fun. And because it’s someone that works for the pack that’s taking us, we can swim and not worry about the water temperature being too cold for humans.
We finish breakfast and get changed for our trip. Everyone is excited and while the rafting isn’t as exciting as I’m sure it is during the season, it’s still fun and we take some time to swim in the water. It is cold, but Clint warms me up.
“Someday, we’ll come back during the season and go on a real whitewater rafting trip, if you’d like.” thou