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“Leo!” That was just about the last intelligible thing I said before random syllables and noises began to fall out of my mouth, my brain forgetting how to function entirely. Everything within me was winding tighter and tighter, rapidly rushing toward one hell of a crescendo.
Leo paused long enough to give me one last order. “That’s it, baby, give it to me. I know you’re close. Don’t hold back. Show me how pretty you come. I know you’re going to be so fucking gorgeous.”
And then he went right back to devouring me.
I couldn’t say how long I lasted. Maybe it was mere seconds, maybe it was several minutes. Time had no meaning as I rapidly hurtled toward. my orgasm.
Nothing could have prepared me for when it finally hit. I was no stranger to using my vibrator or reading a particularly spicy romance novel to occupy myself in the late hours of the night, but those orgasms were nothing compared to what Leo had brought out of my body. Heat, molten and impossible, bordering on painful, but so incredibly perfect as it flooded through me. And the pleasure. Oh, God, the pleasure. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my eyes rolled back in my head and decided to stay there permanently. It felt like my soul was leaving my body, and fuck, did it feel good.
How was I ever supposed to return to only my Hitachi and my imagination again? Because although I had quite the creative mind, it had nothing on the wolf shifter who watched with rapt attention as I unraveled.
“There you go. God, you’re so perfect. You’re even more beautiful when you come. That’s it. Give me all you’ve got.”
Then his mouth was right back on me, drinking in my orgasm, tasting everything my body could possibly give him. It was so hot, it was nearly enough to get me going again, but overstimulation quickly set in. It had been so long since I’d had any intimate interaction with another person that I definitely wasn’t prepared for Leo’s sexual prowess.
Not that I was complaining. Not by a long shot.
It was when I whimpered that he finally pulled back, grinning at me like a cat who very much had got the cream instead of a fearsome wolf. His lips and chin shone with my arousal, and I blushed thoroughly, the flush creeping down my cheeks to my chest.
Oh, God, I’d just come all over Leo’s face, and it wasn’t like we were together or dating or anything. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. My self-consciousness began to seep in. What did he think of my being so wanton?
Leo noticed right away and quickly crawled up the bed, cupping my face in his hands.
“Hey, none of that. I can feel you pulling away. I loved that, every moment of it. And if you don’t believe me, I’d be happy to do it all over again.”
I stared into those dark eyes of his, thoroughly enraptured by everything he was. He meant it. I saw no hint of a lie in his eyes. It was so strange to think he had gone from a shell of a man who couldn’t remember who or what he was to the charming and engaging shifter I’d come to know. Never in a million years had I thought the man I had to teach how to shower would be so self-assured and present.
Thinking about that definitely got me caught up in the emotion of it all, and the next thing I knew, I was closing the distance between us, my lips crashing against his as I poured all my emotions into the kiss. The taste of me on his lips sent a thrill through me, and my stomach dipped a little. I was tempted to take him up on his offer of going for round two, but then I felt his hard length pressing urgently against my soft stomach, practically throbbing against my skin.
I wanted him. I wanted him right now.
So, when we broke the kiss, I leaned back and gave him my best come-hither look, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his hips. A rumble came from his chest, and goosebumps rolled down the taut flesh of his arms.
“I’m ready for you.”
It was a simple sentence, yet it contained so much-a world-changing amount of meaning, but I meant it. As I looked up into Leo’s devastatingly handsome face, I knew what I wanted without even the slightest inkling of doubt.
And what I wanted was him.
Sure, we weren’t a couple, and there had been no discussion of how things would be afterward, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the moment and everything we were willing to experience together.
“Fuck, baby,” Leo growled. It was more of a raw sound than actual speech. “Are you sure?”
“More than anything.”
He let out a snarl and repositioned himself, so his cock rested against my entrance. This time, I was certain I could truly feel a pulse from him, and it made me nearly dizzy with desire. I’d always had a high sex drive, but nothing killed it faster than boyfriends acting like having any sex beyond a quickie was such an inconvenient obligation.
But Leo didn’t act like any of it was an obligation at all. In fact, he seemed to celebrate every single second, every act, every touch.
“Look how wet you are for me,” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock back and forth across my clit. “So pretty and pink.”
Another flush spread across my body in a warm wave. Leo chuckled and stopped his teasing to watch the shift in color.
“How can you be so fucking sexy but so adorable at the same time?” he murmured.
I didn’t really have an answer for that, which was fine, because Leo dipped down to kiss me again. It was softer this time. Sweeter. Slow and lazy in a way I hadn’t expected, because just a second earlier, the tension had been so high, like it would snap the moment Leo slid into me, sending us into a new reality with entirely new rules.
Now, however? There was no rush, no precipice we were about to topple over. We were merely two people finding solace in each other after a storm.
That peace, that tranquility, however, could only last so long. Soon, the pressure began to build up between us. I began to whine and gently bit his lower lip, tugging slightly.
The rumble from Leo’s chest was gratifying. He pushed himself up again, lining up the head of his cock with my entrance. Precum beaded on the tip, shiny and waiting for me.
Thank God I’d been on birth control for years-I had pretty severe cramps and PMDD-because the idea of stopping now and asking for a condom was impossible. Besides, after several years of being entirely alone in my home, I didn’t have any, and I was certain Leo didn’t, either. Not unless the curse that trapped him as a wolf had some very weird magical pockets that came along with it.
“I’m ready,” I breathed, even though a very small part of me was a little hesitant. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and Leo wasn’t small.
Not small at all.
“I know, baby. I know. Please let me savor this. You look so perfect all spread out beneath me.” Then he pushed forward ever so slightly. Not enough to fully sink inside of me, but enough to feel the first hint of the delicious stretch that was in store for me.
I couldn’t wait.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me feel you.”
His voice was like a drug, my vision going hazy as I sank further under his influence. I wanted to wrap myself up in it and never let go, drown in everything that was his.
Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to me, wanting to feel his chest against mine. He was always so warm, and I craved that heat across my entire body.