The Wolf’s Contract Marriage by Layla Silver

Chapter 7 – Caelum

Teagan was absolutely incredible in bed.

When she wasn't moving uncontrollably as she came on my tongue, Teagan was giving precisely what she was getting.

The only woman I'd had memorable sexual experiences with before was Camilla, but she was mainly submissive whenever we were in bed together. However, it was incredibly exhilarating that whenever Teagan and I kissed, she was an active kisser; and our tongues battled for dominance.

“We were right here,” Teagan replied with the sexiest smile I'd ever seen on a woman's face as she threw her leg over my waist and straddled me effortlessly.

“I don't believe we were...” I replied with a mischievous smirk as I flipped us over so that she was on her back beneath me once again, “I think we were right here.”

Teagan frowned slightly as if she was going to argue, but I didn't give her a chance to voice her issues. Instead, I lifted her legs and propped them on my shoulders. She bit her lip in anticipation, and my own stomach flipped in excitement at the thought of entering her at last.

“Are you ready for this?” I growled as I turned my head and kissed the ankle that was closest to my mouth.

“I'm getting old and gray over here,” she sassed back with a raised eyebrow.

“I'm going to have to fuck that attitude out of you,” I warned as I pushed into her in one smooth movement.

Teagan arched her back off of the bed and cried out brokenly as I bottomed out. She scrabbled desperately at the skin of my back with her fingernails, trying to pull me closer against her, but her legs were in the way.

“Caelum...” she choked out.

I grunted in reply—she felt so good, wet, warm and oh-so-tight, that I'd nearly climaxed as I felt her inner muscles rippling around the initial invasion of my erection.

I waited a few seconds for her to get used to me before I couldn't take it anymore. I had to move. I pulled out of Teagan a little and then pushed back in again. My hips were barely moving, but judging by her reactions, whatever I was doing was plenty.

I'd meant to take it slow and be gentle with her since she hadn't had sex in a while, but I found it harder and harder to keep a hold of my control. It wasn't long before I was pulling out all the way and then slamming back in again as fast as my hips would allow.

Teagan was moaning and crying out beneath me. Her noises of pleasure were absolutely addictive, and I vowed to myself that I would do whatever I could to hear them as often as I could. Sometimes, she dug her nails into me, hard enough to leave little half-moon shapes but not hard enough to break the skin. Other times, she tangled her fingers in my hair or just held on tightly for the ride.

Grunts, moans, and the sound of slapping skin echoed inside my bedroom as we both chased our release.

I was getting close; I could feel my muscles tensing up.

"Caelum," Teagan all but whimpered as if reading my mind. "Gonna come."

I nodded and pulled out of her. She made a sound of confusion as I flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her backward so that her ass was flush against my waist. Then I slammed back into her without any further ado. Teagan moaned with satisfaction as I did like she'd missed me inside her during the few seconds I re-positioned us.

I found that I could slam in and out of her roughly and quickly in the position we were in, which I took full advantage of.

Below me, I saw Teagan's head bow and her fingers tighten into a white-knuckle grip while she held onto the sheets beneath us for the ride.

I felt when she was about to orgasm, as her entire body tightened up, including the muscles inside her. Impossibly, her fingers tightened in the sheets even more while her back arched, and she threw her head back to moan like a wild thing at the roof.

Teagan felt like she was milking me as she came, and before I knew it, I was orgasming myself. What felt like wave after wave of ejaculate came shooting out of me, the product of years and years of ignoring my sexual impulses or using my incredibly unsatisfactory hand whenever I was desperate.

Teagan collapsed bonelessly onto her stomach, and I followed suit. For a while, we lay together, sweaty and panting but completely satisfied.

“Holy shit, woman,” I said in an awed voice when I had enough breath to actually talk. “Your previous boyfriends really were idiots.”

"Mmff," Teagan mumbled into the mattress. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was rapidly deepening like she was falling asleep.

“Sleep, Teagan.” I kissed her hair before throwing a blanket over her sprawled out, deliciously naked body.

I felt my dick twitch in interest as I dragged my gaze appreciatively from the top of her head to her toes. Down boy, I thought to myself. It had been longer than I'd thought if I wanted a second round before we'd recovered from the first one.

I realized that I had quite an urgent need to use the bathroom, so I got up as gently and quietly as possible. As I washed my hands afterward, I caught my reflection in the mirror above the sink.

I looked ten years younger than I was. The usual frown lines that seemed to have taken up residence on my face since Camilla had started her shit had disappeared. My eyes were bright and shining with some sort of inner fire that I hadn't seen since before I'd married my ex-wife.

What was Teagan doing to me? I'd only known her for a little over twenty-four hours, and already she was changing me for the better.

I shook my head at myself. I looked almost exactly like a lovelorn schoolboy who'd been given the tiniest bit of attention by his crush. Then, I switched the bathroom light off and walked back into the bedroom.

I was surprised to find Teagan sitting up in my bed, looking semi-awake. She was absolutely adorable, with her hair fuzzed up and her eyes half-lidded with sleepiness.

“Teagan? Are you okay?”

"Better than okay," she reassured me with a slight smirk.

I hadn't covered myself at all after our tryst, and I watched as she eyed me appreciatively, from my head to my toes, with a lingering yet hungry glance at my crotch. Clearly, I wasn't the only one potentially ready for a second round.

"Should I go to my room?" she blurted out before a tiny frown creased the skin between her eyes like she was taken by surprise saying it.

It was such a non sequitur that I blinked stupidly at her for a few seconds, entirely not comprehending what she was saying.

“I'm sorry?”

“Should I go back to my room?”

"If your legs can still work, then I haven't done my job properly." I sounded smug to my own ears. I wasn't serious, and thankfully Teagan knew that if the mock annoyed eye-roll and huff of breath that came from her were anything to go on.

“All joking aside, Caelum. I could go back to my room if you wanted me to.”

“What kind of an asshole would I be,” I replied mildly as I burrowed into my bed beside her, “if I fucked a beautiful woman and then kicked her out of my bed minutes later?”

Teagan didn't reply, but she didn't move either.

"Teagan. Settle down. Sleep. There's no way you're leaving my bed tonight." I patted the mattress and waited patiently until she shifted so that she was lying beside me. Without giving it a second thought, I pulled her flush against my body so that I was spooning her to my front.

She melted against me. That was the only way I could describe it. She started with a satisfied sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. As she exhaled, her muscles relaxed until she was wholly pliant and relaxed in my arms.

“Goodnight, Caelum.”

“Goodnight, Teagan.”

There were a few seconds of silence before she shifted around a little in my arms.

"What's wrong?" I had a feeling that she had something to say and wouldn't fall asleep before she got whatever it was off of her, admittedly, gorgeous chest.

“Does this mean we're compatible?” Her voice was as small as a mouse cowering from a cat in the shadows.

"Teagan." I let my voice drop a few octaves and felt no small amount of satisfaction at her responding shiver. "We're so compatible that I'd fuck you again... and again... and again if I had the energy. It's just been a very, very long day, with a longer one on the way tomorrow."

“Oh. Are you sure?”

“More sure than I've been about anything in my life.”

"Good." Teagan sighed contentedly and lay still at last. It didn't take long before her breathing had deepened and evened out, and she relaxed completely.

Meanwhile, I lay for what felt like hours in the darkness, listening to her soft inhales and exhales, desperately trying to convince myself not to fall for the beautiful woman asleep in my arms.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the fact that I could trust Teagan and that if I fell in love with her, she'd love me back unconditionally.

Did I want that, though?

Yes, something in me whispered as I finally fell asleep. Yes, you really do.