Lunacy (21 page)

Not to mention that I was rewarded for my efforts
with some pretty heavy making out each time he returned, his pulse
speeding and his whole body radiating a heat that made me want him
more and more with each passing moment. I'd say that it was all due
to some wolfy pheromones he was kicking off, but I was fairly sure
part of it was my awe with the whole situation.

The guy that I'd been drooling over since we were
thirteen was mine now, and he wanted me. Me, and only me. That was
hard to adjust to, after so many years of short-lived
relationships, mostly because they all thought I'd be their sugar
mama, or that goth girls were an easy lay. Jynxx didn't seem
interested in any of that, his lust for my body secondary to how
much he liked my personality. My nerdy eccentricities, the hours
we'd spent playing video games together, our shared love of similar
music, and the whole metaphysical mess that had initially drawn us
together were what made us click. I really couldn't have hit a
bigger jackpot, even if I'd been spending a hundred bucks on the
lottery every week.

I ran my fingers over his bare arms, fingertips
gliding easily up the thick muscles from the moisture that slicked
his skin. Our eyes met, dark to light, and he took my hand in his
with a soft smile, leading me outside. I didn't ask where we were
going, and I had no reason to protest. I trusted him perfectly, and
that moment of blind faith made me hesitate for a second as he
drove us. Was this all just hormones talking, or was it truly
something deeper? We got along so well, but was it all just a ploy
to get in my pants? An elaborate plot, if ever there was one...

No. Jynxx wouldn't do something like that to me, when
he could have had more than his fair share of tail from anywhere
else he wanted to proposition for it. I shook my head slightly,
watching the scenery go by. I saw that he was taking us back to my
house, not to his. As if sensing my insecurities, he settled his
big, warm hand over mine. "All you have to say is 'no', kitten. I'm
not in this for anyone but you." I rested my other hand on top of
his, giving it a gentle squeeze but saying nothing.

It was Friday night, so my parents weren’t home, and
I had the ultimate safe word. The only thing that could make it
more perfect and borderline fairy tale would be if it was prom
night. I chuckled a bit at that, glad that we were avoiding that
cliché, at least.

Inside the giant empty house, I led the way after
locking the doors. Without words, I needed him to know that this
was what I wanted. I wasn’t pressured, and his warm hand in mine
was all the reassurance I needed. Everything about this night just
felt… Perfect.

Alone in my room at last, everything fell into place.
A loud moan escaped my lips as his hands slid over my denim-clad
ass, lightly squeezing the firm flesh there. Jynxx lifted me, the
strength in his arms keeping me well above the ground, and I
wrapped my legs around his waist to support what I could of my own
weight. Cradling his face in my hands and sliding fingers through
his thick hair, I hungrily lowered my lips to his. Dark hair fell
about us like a shining, silken curtain and we were still for a
moment, no movement between us aside from the clash of lips and
tongues.

Walking like I weighed nothing at all, he carried me
to the bed and tossed me onto the thick coverlet. He gazed down at
me quietly, taking in the swelling of my lips from our heated
kisses, the eager flush in my cheeks. Jynxx smiled and crawled on
top of me, seizing my lips once more as he blindly, expertly, undid
the clasps and buckles that held my aching flesh trapped inside the
corset.

He slowly peeled the vinyl prison from my body,
exposing the full swell of my pale breasts and the taut firmness of
my abdomen. The air felt cool on my exposed skin and I gazed up at
him, shivering at the hungry look in his eyes. Trying to speak,
words totally evaded me. Clearing my throat, I tried again, taking
his face in my hands and making him look into my eyes as I spoke.
My green eyes appraised his, glad to see that they were still
black.

“Tell me that you’re thinking about sex and not food,
Jynxx...” My voice was soft, half joking.

He chuckled darkly and leaned down, licking and
sucking at my ear. “What’s the matter, Kacea?” His breath was hot
on my skin and he rolled an earlobe between his teeth. “Afraid I’m
going to eat you?” He slid his lips back to mine, murmuring between
kisses, “The only thing on my mind is you, and you’re not on the
menu.”

“Glad to hear it,” I murmured in reply, slowly
dragging my tongue across his perfect lips.

He laughed a little, wrapping his fingers around the
large ring that hung from my collar that matched the discarded
corset, giving it a sharp but gentle tug that tore a surprised gasp
from my throat. He muffled my cry with his lips, slipping his
tongue between them as he slowly trailed his fingertips down
exposed porcelain skin, cupping my ample breasts in his hands.

Moaning softly into his lips, I slid his shirt up as
far as I could, wanting to feel all that solid flesh bare against
my own. Jynxx reluctantly broke the kiss, thick muscles flexing
deliciously as he sat back and peeled his red shirt off, flinging
it aside carelessly. I leaned up and wrapped my arms around him,
licking, sucking, and biting at the chiseled planes of his abs. He
practically purred at the tender torture, running his fingers into
my hair and lightly gripping a fistful of it.

I took some of his flesh into my mouth, sucking hard
at it until he cried out. I drew back to blow lightly on the
moisture and admire my handiwork, grinning as I saw the reddened
skin already purpling. “Jesus...” Jynxx murmured.

A husky laugh bubbled from my lips, his next words
drawing my gaze up the long line of his body to meet his heated
gaze. “Has anyone ever called you a sin, Kaysh?”

I shook my head, my lust-fogged brain not quite
following his logic. “Why?”

He smirked and pushed me gently onto my back.
“Because I feel like doing something bad...”

I was almost at a loss as to how it happened, but
somehow in between all the kisses and the sensation of his hot
fingers against my bare skin, we both ended up stripped down to
just our underwear. He lowered his hips, the feel of the hard
weight of him pressing against me through the thin material of my
panties tearing a soft moan from my throat.

Jynxx’s hand slid up the inside of my smooth thigh,
teasingly brushing his fingers against me through the damp black
silk. Soon, they too were gone. His fingers danced across that wet
flesh, his touch electric. Without warning, he slipped two fingers
inside, softly exploring as he inched them in deeper.

I arched my hips to meet the gentle thrusts of his
now-slick digits, a heavy warmth starting to build low in my belly,
and he kissed me deeply as he suddenly withdrew. A soft murmur of
disappointment was torn from me, and Jynxx chuckled against my
lips. “Patience, kitten.” His words were soft and he leaned in to
lightly suck on my lower lip, sitting back and stripping himself of
the last barrier between us.

Gazing down at the hard, gleaming length of him, I
reached out to tentatively touch him with my fingers. My hands
traveled over him in soft exploration, feeling the already
stiffened flesh grow harder beneath that gentle touch. I lightly
flicked my fingertips against the sensitive ridge of skin on the
underside of his shaft, drawing a soft gasp from the Wolf King
above me. Curling my fingers around him, I lightly rolled my thumb
around on the impossibly smooth head, feeling the slight moisture
there.

He slowly untangled my fingers, giving my hand a soft
squeeze as he reached back to get something. I watched as he took
the condom from the wrapper and unrolled it onto himself. He leaned
forward then, his body covering mine almost protectively as he
pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Are you sure you want this?” he
asked softly, his breathing heavy as his eyes held mine.

I chuckled against his lips, looking up into his eyes
with a small smile. “I don’t just want this, I want you. Don’t have
a sudden attack of conscience now, Jynxx...” I returned the gentle
kiss and cupped his face in my hand. “If I didn’t want this, I
would have stopped you before now.”

“I just don’t want you to hate me, and yourself, for
this later...” He murmured, gently brushing a lock of damp hair
away from my face.

I gave him a smile at how careful he was being. “I
know you don’t want to hurt me, but a little pain is worth it.
Don’t you think?”

He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. “I
don’t want to hurt you at all, but… If it starts to hurt too much,
just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Mhmm. Scout’s honor. Let’s see if you’re as good as
my dreams have been, Jynxxie,” I whispered with a little laugh.

Jynxx smiled and kissed me deeply, trying to distract
me as he slowly slid all of that velvet wrapped marble inside of
me. A sharp cry of pain rose in my throat at the sudden sensation
of being parted and stretched. It wasn’t what I was expecting, and
it actually brought tears to my eyes. After what seemed to be an
eternity, his length was at last completely sheathed inside my
virgin flesh. He stilled his hips for a few moments, allowing my
body to adjust to the sheer size of him.

As the hurt began to fade away, a tingling pleasure
swelled to the surface, promising to take over if I could tough it
out. The dissipating pain made me realize how big he actually was,
and he was just the perfect size, so our bodies were perfectly
melded together.

He softly said my name again and I opened my eyes,
not realizing they’d been squeezed shut. “You still alright?” he
asked, his dark eyes soft with concern.

I nodded and he kissed the tears from my cheeks,
gently withdrawing and starting to slowly slide in and out of my
heated tunnel. The whole world dissolved into the feeling of his
body pressed to mine, and his soft and easy thrusts. He shifted his
hips a bit and a sharp spasm of pleasure momentarily blinded me,
his hardened flesh grinding against my sensitive pearl with each
movement. He increased the speed and friction of the piston-like
motions, his arms holding his body just above mine as he seized my
lips in a slow and tender kiss.

I came in a riot of spasms and soft, muffled cries.
The random and uncontrollable clenching of my muscles around his
thickness brought him over with me, his moans rising to meet my
own.

When it was over, he slowly pulled himself out of me,
discreetly disposing of the used protection while I struggled to
relearn how to breathe. He pulled me close into his arms, spooning
against my back and pressing soft kisses to my neck and what he
could reach of my face. Sighing softly, I leaned back into his warm
embrace, feeling sated and exhausted all at once.

“So?” he murmured after a few moments of quiet
repose.

“Way better than any dream ever could have been,” I
whispered, my mouth feeling dry. He laughed a little at that, the
feel of his heartbeat strong and steady against my back making me
sleepy.

I closed my eyes and everything started to drift
away, his lips against my cheek only lulling me further. “You have
no idea, Kacea.” He said something else, but I was too tired to
even grasp at it, letting the feel of his solid arms around me and
his body curved so perfectly against mine send me off into a
dreamless sleep.

Chapter 20

I woke up chilly, but not terribly surprised that my
bed was empty. Jynxx didn’t really strike me as the hit it and quit
it type, but I was ninety-nine percent certain that last night must
have been awful for him. I let it get me down for about two seconds
and shrugged it off, deciding not to wallow in self-pity. I rolled
over, determined to go make myself a decent breakfast.

Confusion fogged my sleepy brain further as I saw
Jynxx’s shirt, socks, and shoes still taking up residence on my
floor. Confusion quickly morphed into terror. “Oh, god…” I fumbled
into a pair of shorts and tossed on Jynxx’s discarded shirt,
scrambling down the stairs and running towards the kitchen. It was
Saturday, so that could only mean that my parents…

I skidded into the kitchen, almost losing my footing
on the linoleum. My mother’s laughter at my near disaster sent a
dagger of fear into my heart. Dad was at his usual place, paper in
one hand and coffee in the other. My mother was seated at the
table, eating a plate of scrambled egg whites with whole wheat
toast. My eyes flicked back and forth between my parents before I
finally let my gaze settle on the back of the deliciously shirtless
stud slaving over our stove. Jynxx hadn’t left; he was cooking
breakfast, and somehow still alive.

“You’ve always been such a late sleeper, Kacea,” my
mother said teasingly. Dad lowered the paper slightly to peek over
it at me, a smirk curving his lips and one eyebrow lifting before
he went back to what he was doing.

Everyone was acting normal, and that was making me
panic even more. I was near hyperventilation when I closed my eyes
and shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Alright… Did I
just step into the Twilight Zone? Who are you two, and what have
you done with my parents?”

Mom and Dad laughed again. “Hang on, hang on.” Mom
barely managed to breathe through her laughter, clearing her throat
and putting on an overly dramatic expression of shock. “Kacea, how
could you? My little girl!” She made mock weeping noises into her
hands for a few seconds, finally looking between her fingers at me
and rolling her eyes, eyes the same green color as mine. “Please,
dear. You’re eighteen years old, even if that only happened in
August. I’m honestly surprised it took you this long, with those
boobs of yours. You certainly didn’t get that from my side of the
family.” She cast a sideways glance in my father’s direction.