Chapter 237

“Your hair feels like silk,” he murmurs. He almost sounds like he’s enjoying himself as much as I am.
I feel his fingers slide into my hair at the base of my skull before gripping it and slowly tugging.
I whimper as my scalp ignites with pleasure.
“Hmmm, you like that too,” he asks. His voice sounds deeper, more guttural.
“Yes,” I say, my own voice not sounding like me at all.
He releases his grip, sliding his fingers through my hair before doing it again.
I whimper again as I feel my body relaxing under his expert care. He moves his hand around my scalp, gently tugging on a hand full of hair in all different places, each one sending a wave of goosebumps and pleasure over my body.
I begin to feel like I’m floating which makes me open my mouth and say something I really hadn’t intended to say.
“You really are perfect.”
He chuckles softly. “I’m not, but if I’m perfect for you, I’m good with that.”
“You’re exactly what I needed tonight,” I tell him, feeling my eyes starting to get heavy.
Chapter 381
I feel the vibrations of his wolf in his chest. It feels like he’s calling to me, drawing me into a comfortable, sleepy state.
I’m nearly asleep when I realize that my wolf is answering his, purring back at Christian. She’s never done that before, but I don’t have time to think about it before all his careful attention puts me to sleep.
Christian
I started out with good intentions. I wanted to make Enya feel better. I wanted to take her pain away.
But then she started moaning and my body responded. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice, but the desire to hear more of those sweet sounds from her pushed me to not only try to make her feel better, but to make her feel good.
Her sweet whimpers were music to my ears. I’m practically desperate to hear her make those sounds, only louder, as her pussy walls pulse around my cock buried as deep inside her as she can take.
Fuck! I’m such a mess. Even my wolf pushed forward enough to purr at her, calling to her, telling her in an instinctual way that he wants her. I was shocked when her wolf responded.
Now, I’m sitting here with Enya in my lap. She’s sound asleep, but I don’t take her back to her room. Instead, I take this rare moment to enjoy her in my arms. She feels so right here, so perfect. She’s as perfect as she says I am.
wolf I thought, when she tucked her face against my neck, that my would take offense. She was very close to being in a position of forcing my submission, But rather than being offended, my wolf had acted like it was the most natural thing in the world to have a person’s, a woman‘ s, mouth that close to our throat.
No, not just any person, Enya.
So, as her breathing deepens, and the weight of her body settles against my chest, I hold her in my arms, completely and utterly happy to have her here.
She loved having her head rubbed and she liked having her hair pulled. That was a bit of a risk, but Talia taught me that most women like having their hair pulled if you do it right. She’d taken time to teach me the right way to pull, hard enough to matter, but not so hard that the hairs began to pull out of the follicles.
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