Chapter11. The Virgin

Nikolai gave me everything I wanted. Every noise I made, he made me louder, every pleasure place I knew on my body, he found, and he wasn’t even inside me yet. Just his finger, just a single finger that somehow knew every single nerve that needed to be touched. I was a writhing, panting mess beneath him, and when his mouth licked up my damp seam, I cried out, pleasure exploding inside like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I had no idea the fire could burn so bright, the height be so high, or the edge be so sharp. It was so much more than when I touched myself, and now I knew what I had been missing: a werewolf. I came down from the high and he smirked at me, climbing over my body. “Better?” I scoffed; he knew it was better. He could probably smell the arousal all over me, the desire, the need for him. So there was no point denying it. I nodded and pulled him in, kissing him, holding the side of his face as he dragged his hand over my body, which was still sensitive as hell. Nikolai