Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 123: Chapter 123

He’s kissing me. Thor Ulger is kissing me.
He closed the space between them. Those hard, hot muscles she’d been coveting for weeks pressed into her soft body, as he ever so slowly pressed his lips against hers with soft, tender kisses. Her whole body teetered on the edge, but she didn’t move. Didn’t want to scare him away. Thor kissed her sweetly, as if he was waiting for her to push him away.
Yeah, right.
Like she was going to do that. Didn’t he know how much she wanted this? To be the woman who got to kiss a man like him? Those first few kisses were everything to Nica. She sensed him holding back, though, and that was not okay. She wanted all of Thor, not some watered-down version. Nica needed more.
She didn’t have to wait long, thank goodness. As if sensing her desire, Thor growled, crashing his mouth against hers, and Nica moaned, helplessly accepting him, and holding on for dear life. It was all she could do while the man himself plundered her mouth like his Viking ancestors did to villages in the not so distant past.
Yes. More.
His scent enveloped her, Wolf, wood, and some musky spice that made her want to climb him like an oak. The kiss turned rough, demanding as he backed her against the wall, and she wondered what he would say if she told him she wanted him to strip her clothes off and make love to her just like this.
Her emotions were all over the place, and something inside told her this man could wreck her. It was nuts. She’d been living in fear of one man breaking her for so long, but a few weeks with the Dire Wolves, with him, and she was ready to throw all caution to the wind.
Nica had felt anchorless, helpless for so long, but in this moment with Thor, she felt grounded, truly grounded for the first time in her life. Thor’s chest reverberated with that ever-present growl as she clung, kissing him back for all she was worth. True, she was unpracticed, but he did not seem to mind at all. She clutched his shoulders, tangling her tongue with his while pressing herself more fully against his body.
He was so big, so hot and hard. And so very good at this, she thought while he kissed her till her toes curled. Again, as if he’d read her mind, he lifted his head, ripping his shirt off so she could feel all those wonderfully warm muscles pressing up against her. Her shirt came next, then both their shoes and pants.
“Fuck, we should stop. I should slow down. Get you to a bed or something, at least,” he growled, but she pulled him back down to her.
“Let me have this,” she whispered, almost begging. “Let me have you just like this, Thor. Please, I need, gods, I need,” she moaned, rubbing herself all over him wantonly, but unable to help herself.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. What do you need, angel? Tell me,” he commanded.
Nica gasped when she felt the cold wall against her back. Thor growled, lifting her like she weighed nothing at all. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, loving the feel of his hardened length against her core. She was wet with need and embarrassed by it.
How long till he realized she was dripping for him? Would he shame her like Jack did that first and only time she had been with him? Of course not. Nica should know better. Trusting her gut, she decided to own the way he made her feel. This was something good, something rare, and beautiful. She wouldn’t cloud it with thoughts of Jack. The foul man deserved zero seconds of her time.
“Your scent is driving me wild. But you gotta tell me what you want,” Thor growled, and she moaned as he slipped her panties to the side and found her sopping wet secret. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, angel. So hot and tight. S’good.”
Nica could hardly believe what was happening. Somehow, he’d gotten through all her hangups with his magic kisses and skilled hands. He was moving now, inside her panties, those thick fingers parting her slick folds, Thor was doing what no man had ever done. Thor was giving her pleasure.
He used his thumb to caress her swollen nub while he pushed one, then two fingers into her core. It had been so long since anyone touched her, and never, never ever had it felt so good.
She was wound so tight, her mouth opened as she clung to his neck. Thor seemed to love it, though, and he kept on stroking her with her panties pushed to the side. The fabric was hopelessly soaked now. He growled, sucking in her neck and back to her tongue, moving his hips in time with his efforts.
“Oh gods, Thor, that feels so, oh gods!” Nica cried out and moaned, unable to finish her thought as pleasure exploded, pulsing through her veins.
“One,” he grunted.
He kissed her again, rewarding her, it seemed. Nica continued to ride his hand, embracing the sharp pleasure and the mini aftershocks he had so thoughtfully gifted to her. Through her lusty fog, she realized he was counting off her orgasms.
Holy cow.
Her experience with men was pretty nil, but she had to admit, it was a mighty turn on for a guy to exude such utter confidence in his ability to pleasure her. Nica’s eyes widened, a disappointed groan sounding from her lips as her sex clenched on air, missing his invasion once he slid his fingers from her channel.
“Fucking delicious, angel,” he growled.
Thor slipped his two fingers, still glistening with her pleasure, into his mouth and sucked them dry. Holy hell. She had no idea how hot that would be, and watching his eyes dilate with hunger sent pools of moisture flooding her crevice.
“You ready for two?” Thor asked, backing up a step but holding her still against the wall.
She looked down to see his engorged cock in his fist. Thor watched her watching him as he placed the broad head against her needy sex. She’d only ever done this once, and it was horrible, embarrassing, but even acknowledging that, she had to admit she never wanted Jack the way she wanted Thor.
“If you want me to stop, Nica, tell me now. Once I do this, there is no going back,” he growled, black eyes burning into hers.
“I want this. I want you,” she said automatically, owning her truth the only way she knew how.
“Mine,” he growled.
Then he fed her his cock inch by delicious inch until he was seated all the way to the hilt. He pressed his whole body against her, cupping her face and holding her still. He was so big, but patient with her, giving her time to adjust to his size and girth.
“Damn angel, you feel better than I thought you would,” he grunted, kissing her then as if she were something precious to him.
Had he been thinking about her like this? Holy cow. This big, beautiful man had been imagining sex with Nica, and suddenly she felt like a goddess instead of a silly girl with almost zero skills to offer the sexy as sin male. Sensations flooded her system, he was so big stretching her till it burned. But it was a good feeling, very good.
She wanted him to move so damn bad, but the beast of a man would not be rushed. Oh, she felt his animal inside him, knew the Demon Wolf was there, waiting just as she was. Then suddenly, he pulled out, pushing back in, taking her in long, deep, hard strokes. Nica had no idea people could do this standing up, let alone for as long as they did. But his strength was immense and his stamina double that. In the end, Thor made her come three more times. Each time was better than the last.
Hours later, he carried her outside with a clean towel draped over her naked body and didn’t stop moving until he laid her down on the king sized bed inside his room in the Pack House. Once there, he crawled up her body, kissing, nibbling, tasting her flesh until she was panting and moaning beneath him.
“You taste so good, angel. Sweeter than the sweetest strawberry jam,” he growled, kissing her there.
“Thor,” she yelled, pulling on his head, his ears, whatever she could grab.
Nica yelled, moving up on her elbows, eyes glued to him as he parted her folds with his tongue. Her heart was beating so hard it was liable to come right out of her chest with the things he was doing to her. Big hands pushed against her thighs, holding them open as he ravaged her pussy with his mouth.
How did he know how to do that? She couldn’t even imagine another man impaling her on his tongue, making her see stars. Jealousy slapped at the recesses of her mind, but she pushed those hateful thoughts away. They had no place there with them. Just because she’d had an unfortunate past didn’t mean he had.
She couldn’t fault him for having women before her. He changed angles, filling her with his fingers while lapping at her clit. It was not long before she was moving again, grinding her sex on his face as she screamed his name, chasing her orgasm this time. It was too much.
He was licking her with steady swipes of his tongue until she thought she would fall apart into a million pieces. She couldn’t do that, could she? Fear and curiosity filled her, and Nica pulled on his head. Thor stopped, looking up curiously at her.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his lips glistening with what she knew was her essence.
“No,” she shook her head. “But no one ever, I mean, I never⁠—”
A wicked grin split his face, and Thor kissed her pussy again, the same way he did her mouth. He lifted his mouth, eyes fixed on hers.
“You taste so good, angel. This is natural. It’s good. I love the way you taste and I’m gonna make you feel so good, I swear it. Lemme have you. Lemme make you feel good,” he growled, and she nodded, helpless to do otherwise.
Thank goodness for that. Trusting him was easier than it should have been, but Nica never felt anything as miraculous as Thor feasting on her pussy. His entire body seemed to reverberate with the steady growl he hadn’t been able to dismiss, and the resulting vibrations had her flying over the edge sooner than she ever could have imagined.
In all her life, she never orgasmed multiple times in one night. Not even with the tiny clitoral stimulator she’d gotten in a swag bag from a birthday party she went to when she’d turned seventeen. Hiding that from her mother had been tricky, but she did. Otherwise, she might not ever have known what satisfaction felt like.
Of course, nothing compared to Thor. Her sex clenched around him when he finally reared up and gave her his dick. So long and thick, he hit all the right spots as he pressed inside. Nica moaned at how good he felt, filling and stretching her to capacity. It was like she was made for him. Her body was designed to fit his to a T.
“You were made for me,” he growled in her ear as he rocked into her with deep, powerful strokes.
“You. Are. Mine. Nica, do you hear me? Mine. Now, tell me. Say it, angel,” he grunted, and she nodded.
“Yes. Yours,” she murmured, wishing with all her heart he meant those words for always and not just right now.
She felt like his. At least, she did right then. But Nica knew better than to hang her hopes on dreams of the future. This time, she would be smarter. This time, she would just live in the moment.
Enjoy the ride but hold on to your heart.