Chapter 13: A Trip to the Store

‘Oh, of course,’ Alex growled in quiet triumph, noticing my state but staying still—unlike my fingers, which had abandoned my clit to slide inside me, moving there instead. ‘Go on, lecture me about your hang-ups. Shall I remind you how you dragged a wounded wolf into your home yesterday? You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Though you did tease me rather magnificently, Sasha. Wandering around naked, not giving a damn ... Do you even have the faintest clue how intoxicating, how utterly irresistible you smell to a beast? Combined with your bare body ... It was pure torture. I had no choice. Holding back was physically impossible—I had to shift right there in front of you, to stake my claim on this territory.’

I froze, feeling his words and the tight, hot knot inside me finally snap into place. My little veterinary experiment in keeping a dominant in check was clearly reaching its critical point.

Oops. Lost in thought and focused on my sensations, I blurted out exactly what I shouldn’t have—though the start of the sentence had been perfectly decent: ‘I was wearing a dressing gown—after some grey mug soaked my clothes. Though he is right about one thing. I wonder how long I can last? I’m afraid I’ll be in for another round of sex this morning. Or whatever they call it—mating?’

Realising what I’d just said, instead of blushing, I merely lifted my chin defiantly, watching as Alex’s amber eyes darkened to the colour of strong black tea. My fingers continued to trace the sensitive contours between my thighs, slow and hypnotic. Then my lower abdomen clenched in such a brutal, relentless spasm that my vision blurred for a moment. Holding back my own release, trying to outmanoeuvre the dominant on his own turf, had become physically impossible.

I gasped sharply, throwing my head back and pressing my skull against the cool wall. A short, sharp wave of orgasm shot through my body. I let out a low, drawn-out moan, losing control of reality for a few precious seconds.

And those few seconds were more than enough for Alex.

His iron self-control collapsed without a sound. Alex dropped to his knees in front of me, right onto the discarded bath towel. His huge, hot hands possessively slid under my knees, lifting my legs in one fluid motion and draping them over his broad shoulders.

‘To hell with the rules,’ he growled roughly.

Before I could protest or even draw a breath, his hot, rough tongue touched my still-throbbing skin. I instinctively grabbed his thick, coarse hair, intending to push him away—but instead, I only pulled him closer. What he was doing was beyond anything I’d imagined. A wild, primal predator’s instinct guided him: he licked me hungrily, deeply, with some kind of frenzied, possessive ecstasy. My mocking zoological theory finally gave way to pure, concentrated practice.

A new wave of scorching anticipation began rising rapidly from the base of my spine. I realised with absolute clarity: if I let him bring me to a second climax, we wouldn’t be leaving this kitchen until evening.

‘Oh no you don’t, wolf-boy—back in your kennel!’ I whispered, gathering the last scraps of my willpower. Yet at the same time, I clamped his head tightly between my thighs, pressing him even closer, as if my body had decided for me that words were nothing but empty noise.

Alex heard everything. And instead of pulling away, he only pressed his tongue deeper into my most sensitive spot, pressing, circling, penetrating—this shameless refusal to obey my words finished me off completely. The tight knot in my lower abdomen, already stretched to its limit, snapped with deafening force.

The orgasm hit me like an avalanche. I cried out—short, rough, unable to hold back the sound—and my body arched, pressing his head even tighter against me. Wave after wave rolled through me, making my muscles clench and pulse uncontrollably. I could feel the moisture gushing out, hot and abundant, as his tongue continued its work—absorbing, licking, drinking, not missing a single drop, as if it were the most precious nectar. His deep, satisfied growl vibrated directly against my core, intensifying and prolonging each sweet spasm.

The spasms began to fade. I collapsed limply, sliding down the wall, and only his hands on my hips kept me from falling. I breathed heavily, raggedly, with coloured spots still swimming before my eyes. Between my legs, he still gently, almost tenderly, traced with his tongue, gathering the last remnants of my pleasure, and I could feel his breath tickling my sensitive skin.

Finally, he lifted his head. His chin and lips glistened wetly, his amber eyes burning with triumphant, sated fire. He licked his lips—slowly, clearly savouring my taste—and smiled broadly, rather pleased with himself.

‘That tongue of yours is something else,’ I breathed, trying to catch my breath. ‘Didn’t I just say something about a kennel? It was perfectly clear: no touching. But not only did you touch—you went and conducted an unauthorised gynaecological exam. For that, Alexei, you deserve a severe punishment.’

Alex slowly rose to his feet, towering over me almost to the ceiling. He lazily propped his hip against the long-suffering kitchen table and smirked rather smugly.

‘And what kind of punishment does the offender get, Sasha?’ he asked, his voice laced with amusement. ‘Are you going to make me wash the dishes again?’

‘Worse,’ I said, rising—or rather, sliding off the chair and steadying myself on legs still trembling from the experience. And right on cue, my stomach let out a pitiful growl. I couldn’t blame it. The amount of energy we’d expended in the last twenty-four hours was hardly covered by yesterday’s scrambled eggs and coffee. A plan formed instantly. ‘You’re coming shopping with me. I need to go to the supermarket—you were the one who mentioned the empty fridge yesterday. So you’re coming. Are you a gentleman or not?’

Alex froze for a second, then deliberately dropped his gaze downward—at his completely naked, muscular body, which boasted nothing in the way of clothing except for a few scars. Then he returned his gaze to me, eloquently raising one eyebrow.

‘Shall I remind you, stern human medic, that the only personal belongings I have are the air around me?’ he remarked reasonably. ‘Or is it customary in your refined society to go grocery shopping in Adam’s costume?’