The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate by Layla Silver
Chapter 7 — Travis
The moment Waverly scooted closer to me, I could smell her desire. A scent so overwhelming that it nudged me to move instinctively, to do things I knew I shouldn’t be doing. And I was so torn between what I wanted and what I knew was right.
Don’t disappoint Allegra. Don’t hurt the pride. Don’t jeopardize your shelter, your home, the very things that keep you protected. Seriously, don’t think with your dick. Say something nice.
I licked my lips. They were dry. Was that the wine or something else?
“You really must be an angel in disguise,” I whispered as her face drew close. “You’re too good.”
Her eyelids drooped heavily. I knew that look too well. As her breath hitched, I dared to move my hand to her hip, feeling the subtle buck in response to my hand. Her nose brushed against my cheek as her lips traveled to my ear, hot exhalations coating my cheek and marking a path to my earlobe.
“I’m not as good of a girl as you think.”
Fuck. Too late. My jeans grew taut, an erection well on its way. Who was I kidding? I was already halfway aroused when she initially walked in. This wasn’t helping.
My breath hitched, my own words surprising me as they left my lips, “So, show me.”
Her lips trailed over my cheek and crawled toward my mouth. As my brows unfurled from their knit position, indicating surrender, indicating what dangers lie ahead, I closed my eyes and met her halfway. I couldn’t wait to taste her, to have her tongue dueling with mine. Every molecule in my body screamed as soon as our mouths joined, a thousand nights spent alone suddenly evident in the way my hands caressed her waist.
Following the curves of her body, I rose to her shoulders, outlining the shirt that dipped deep toward her cleavage, revealing a plump bosom that I desperately wanted to touch. My heart hammered in my chest. My thoughts raced. I was fighting both man and panther now, the satisfying meal I recently consumed warranting dessert.
And that could be her.
She hissed when my fingers trailed over her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts toward me, encouraging me to do as I please. I drew my thumbs over her nipples, finding the nubs pebbled from my touch alone. It was a pleasing discovery, one I wanted to feel without any barriers. I dared to dip beneath the top of her blouse and shoved the fabric aside, massaging slowly to the hardened nubs that clearly wanted my attention.
She broke the kiss, tilting her head back to expose her throat to me. Such a vulnerable position could have made any man ravenous, but for me, it made me want to dedicate myself to her pleasure. All of my energy was poured into making her flush with excitement. I dove for her neck, carefully avoiding her main artery, decorating kisses along her shoulder and nudging my hips between her thighs.
Tension rippled between us, a thunderous crackle of energy that I knew would dissipate if I didn’t do more. My erection burned beneath my jeans, though I wasn’t as concerned with myself as I was with her. I needed to please her. I needed to see her writhe beneath me from everything—my mouth, my tongue, my fingers. I wanted to dedicate every second of tonight to her delight without hesitation.
And that surprised me the most. While hooking up was easy for me, it wasn’t something that happened often. When it did, I made sure to make it count, but I was usually only seeking mutual satisfaction. But with Waverly? I wanted to grant her bliss more than I wanted to get off. That was unusual for me.
She squirmed under my tongue as my fiery mouth drifted to her breasts. I dropped my hands to her waist and slithered beneath the hem of of her cardigan and her blouse as I nudged aside her bra with my mouth to lick her nipple. Satisfying whimpers erupted from above as her fingers tangled into my hair. I nudged into her, pinning her to the couch with sure movements as I lapped at her nipple, eager to provide as much stimulation as possible.
“Travis?”
I hummed as I lifted my head. My hair was rumpled and I felt equally flustered, a familiar flush taking my cheeks as she cupped my face.
“I thought I was supposed to be showing you something.”
I smirked sheepishly. “You come first.”
Emotions warred on her face. Was that embarrassment? “That...never happens.”
“What?”
“I mean, that just never happens.”
I shook my head, all of my senses aflame as I shimmied down her body and unbuttoned her jeans. “Unacceptable.”
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?”
As I slid her jeans and panties from her hips, she shuddered, her breath shaky as she watched me with wide eyes. Her fingers drifted back to my hair and gripped hesitantly as I parted her legs and observed my dessert for the night. Her slit glistened with fluid, leading up in a perfect line to her clit. I traced her clit gently with the tip of my thumb, my eyes rolling at the resulting mewl from above.
I met her gaze, daring her to look anywhere else. And while holding her gaze, I unfurled my tongue and trailed it over her slit, watching as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and her mouth widened. I chuckled as I nestled my tongue into her slit and sought the places that would drive her wild.
Each urgent lick prompted a moan from above. I lost sight of her, choosing to bury my mouth into my work and lapping into her secret folds, patiently laving her clit repeatedly in slow, steady strokes. Her fingers tightened in my hair, keeping my head in the same position as if she didn’t want me to stop.
Good, I thought hungrily. I don’t want to stop.
Her hips soon joined my rhythm, rolling to a cadence I established with my mouth. Her slit twitched around my tongue, throbbed against my mouth, and revealed to me the precise location that would make her erupt. I slurped up her fluid and dragged my lips over her clit, rolling them in circles as my tongue dipped between her slit.
“Oh...right there...OH…”
Her thighs tensed and her body went rigid briefly before a round of shivers erupted. Groans repeatedly rolled from her mouth, broken by desperate gasps for air. When the shaking subsided, I rose from my position and gently stroked her slit with my knuckles, teasing her sensitivity.
The fit of shivers continued as I rose to meet her lips. She hungrily lapped at my mouth, licking away the evidence of her orgasm as she rushed to undo my pants. She shucked them off and then tugged at my shirt, eager to get me undressed.
I chuckled gruffly. “What?”
“I want...you...to…”
“What?”
She whined as she struggled to release me from my shirt. She worked her clothes and shoes away next, licking her lips as she wrapped her legs around my hips. She hugged me close to her, nesting my erection against her slit. The warmth shocked me, prompting a groan of longing to surface that I hadn’t intended to release. This was just what she did to me.
“Your turn,” she whispered while rocking her hips. “Take me.”
“I’m not done teasing you.”
She grinned devilishly, sitting up and inspiring me to sit back on my knees. The simple power in her movements made me shudder, goosebumps flushing my body in places I didn’t expect. She pushed me to my back, straddled my lap, and applied every inch of her curves to my body. Warmth echoed where our skin met in electric triumph.
“Fuck,” I whispered when she slid her slit against my shaft. “Wav...you’re…”
“What?”
I whimpered without meaning to. “You’re so warm.”
And just like that, she stole my contro. It was too easy. It was too hot for me to deny it.
The smile dancing on her lips told me exactly what she was thinking. She rose to accommodate for my erection and positioned the head at her entrance, anticipation practically causing me to lose my load before I could even thrust. I clamped down on the feeling and watched her slide down my length, eyes rolling back as she buried me deep inside her.
A series of expletives flew from my mouth. When I recovered my vision, she had established a rocking rhythm, her fluid slicking my shaft and making it easier for her to ride. I held her hips as she bucked, bowing forward so I could suck a nipple back into my mouth. Mewls met my ears, encouraging me to suck hard on the nub and inspiring my hand to climb her spine. I hooked my hand over her shoulder to keep her tightly locked into place.
When I surfaced, I tilted my head to witness her expression that shifted between torture and satisfaction every few seconds.
“That’s it…” I whispered when she bucked harder. “Take what you want.”
“What about you?”
I chuckled weakly. “I don’t care about me. I only care about you.”
“That’s so…”
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
She sighed as she cupped my face and stole my lips. I wanted to know what she meant, but my curiosity expired as her tongue trailed into my mouth and stole my concentration. Not even my most talented hookups could do that. I always found my mind drifting from the task at hand, even as I dedicated my energy to the situation.
But with Waverly, it was easy to lose myself. So easy that it was almost frightening. The friction between our bodies grew exponentially, fervent movements becoming frantic as we raced to the finish line together. I forgot about everything with this wolf—who I wasn’t even supposed to be fucking to begin with—and somehow, that felt natural.
Which made it all the worse that it was happening.
“Travis,” she whispered into my ear, “Stop thinking so hard.”
“I...I just…” How did she know?
She hugged me to her and pressed her cheek to my cheek as she bounced, stealing my control all over again. As she tangled her fingers into my hair and held me tight, tension mounted in my gut, the coil threatening to break if she persisted with her rhythm. And I knew that was her goal. It was like we were fighting to please each other, warring to get each other off first.
So far, I was leading the competition, a devious smile crossing my lips as I tilted my head again and drew her lips to mine. I met her rolling hips with dedicated thrusts of my own that easily broke her apart, each smack sending moans right into my mouth. I drank her affections, suspending my eruption until she was shivering all over again.
And as soon as her body gave way, only then did I allow myself to bust.
Minutes later, we were a tangle of limbs on my couch, the alluring scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. I dragged my face from her neck and observed her, silently drinking in her features as she recovered her breathing. As if she could feel me watching, she opened her eyes, her gaze directly on me.
Blush filled my cheeks. “Hi.”
“Hello there.”
“How are you?”
She giggled. “Spent.”
“Same. You thirsty?”
She licked her lips, her eyelids growing heavy again as she looked me up and down. “Possibly.”
“Wav.”
Her eyes flitted back up to mine. “Yes?”
“I meant, do you want some water?”
“Oh, sure. Right. Water.”
I snorted as I wiggled out from beneath her on the couch. I didn’t want to lose her warmth, but I was dying of thirst, the kind that couldn’t be sated by burying myself between her thighs again. I wandered into the kitchen, swaying lightly as if I was on top of the world. I poured two glasses of water, drifted to the fridge to grab ice, and then turned around.
Waverly was standing next to the couch, her body a glorious mountain of peaks and valleys that made my muscles weak. Her eyes were fixed on me with an intense stare. The smile on her lips told me she liked what she saw. Though I might typically try to hide my athletic physique, I allowed her to check me out, enjoying the way her eyes roved over my body.
“Did you know that you purr when you’re happy?”
I blinked. “What part of panther wasn’t clear to you?”
“God, you’re sassy.”
“Panther. Hello.” I smirked as I closed the gap between us and pecked her lips. “You need water. Have you gone to the bathroom yet? It’s important to do that after sex.”
She cackled, her eyes closing to slits as she braced herself against the couch. When the laughter faded, she whispered, “Do you realize how adorable you are?”
“Excuse me?”
“Do you treat every woman this way after you hook up with her?”
I bristled. “Is it...bad?”
Her features went from amused to concerned. She cupped my cheek and gave me a reassuring grin, nodding to the couch for me to sit with her. “No, it’s not bad. I’m just not used to it.”
“That’s criminal.”
“Well, I haven’t exactly hooked up much lately.”
I sipped my water and set it on the coffee table, reaching for a faux fur blanket to drape over my lap. I invited Waverly to join me who looked at me like I had two heads.
I laughed. “I haven’t exactly hooked up lately either.”
“I mean, the last time I did was…” She bit her lower lip as crimson patches blossomed over her cheekbones. “Well, it was before we moved here. The person I was seeing didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
She shook her head. “Don’t feel sorry for me, please. This is...This has been incredibly nice. I’m enjoying myself.”
“Drink your water.”
She smirked and winked. “Yes, sir.”
My flaccid cock twitched into action, round two at the ready. This was ridiculous. I couldn’t believe a woman could hold so much sway over me, especially a wolf. I was used to being slightly subservient to the women in my pride—as most panther men were taught to do—but this was different. This was pure surrender.
Water dripped down her chin, a couple of drops trickling to her neck that I instinctively dove to capture before they could drift to her collarbone. The response of her body arching against me told me she felt precisely the same. We were at the mercy of our bodies—and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
She hissed as I dragged my tongue over her shoulder. “Before you do that…”
I sat back. “What?”
She rummaged through the clothes piled in a heap on the ground, grabbed her phone, and tapped the screen. When she was done, she sat back and smiled, beckoning me into her arms. “Now, where were we?”
