and he moaned, watching her.
“If you don’t hurry up,” she drawled, finger slipping beneath the lace and breaking the trance she’d put him under, “then I might just finish without you.”
His bear ached to take her roughly in the dirt, make her scream his name, but he made himself take his time. He could tease too.
He snagged one of Brooke’s legs, spreading her open so he could see better. Brooke arched, her fingers finally sinking inside her. It was mesmerising. Connor could smell her arousal, hear the slick noises she made as she thrust two fingers into her pussy, gasping every time. He kept his hand locked around one ankle, keeping her open, and she writhed beneath him desperately.
“Connor,” she whined, reaching for him and thrusting her fingers faster. He gently evaded her grasp. He wanted so badly to sink into her heat, but this was a game. And he wasn’t going to break first.
“Finger yourself for me, sweetheart,” he growled, leaning over her to brush their lips together. “I wanna watch you finger yourself and imagine it’s my cock. Since that’s all you seem to be interested in.” Brooke snarled, fingers stilling inside herself.
“No. I... I want your cock,” she said, her voice trembling but eyes determined. It made his cock throb. Connor reached down and palmed one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and a finger.
“Say please, Brooke.” He was pushing it, he knew, but he wanted to see how far he could take this thing between them. Brooke’s eyes hardened and Connor almost came then and there as she brought her wet finger to her lips, running her pink tongue up the side before she pulled it into her mouth and sucked. He ached to give in, but he held out just a few seconds longer and…
“Please Connor,” she purred. “I want you…”
I win.
With a flick of his wrist he pulled down her underwear and pushed in. They both gasped, clutching at each other and Connor immediately set a bruising pace.
“Harder,” Brooke gasped, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Please, harder.”
“Such a good girl, wasn’t that hard, was it?” He snapped his hips forwards, marked the pale skin of her neck with his teeth. “Feels so good inside you Brooke - so fucking good.”
She was trembling beneath him and her legs tightened around his hips, drawing him in impossibly closer and flipping them over.
Connor landed on the ground with a grunt, looking up dazedly as she sank down further onto his cock. His hands came up to grasp her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. In response, she dragged her nails down his chest, drawing blood the way he’d fantasized earlier and sending Connor over the edge with a roar. Brooke kept rocking her hips, drawing out his climax until his body started twitching with over stimulation and all he could do was hold on.
Brooke gazed down at him, eyes glazed over as she chased her own orgasm. She stared down at him, completely at her mercy, and Connor reared up to kiss her, licking into her mouth desperately and sneaking down a hand to circle her clit.
“Mine,” she whispered as she came. Connor stroked her cheek, finger rubbing at her as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Yours.
69
Brooke
Brooke pulled Connor’s shirt on and flopped back onto his chest. They stayed there for a long while, trying to get their breathing under control. She felt grateful that their shifter metabolisms allowed them to lay there in the winter weather and rest together.
Brooke’s wolf felt sated and lazy, content to lie in the fading sunlight snuggled up in Connor’s arms, but her mind was already racing. What did they do now? She wanted to tell Connor everything, apologize for how she’d been thinking about him all this time, but she wasn’t sure where to start.
She let her fingers trail around Connor’s arm, stroking in lazy circles as she tried to dig herself out of her own brain. Now that it was quiet she realized she couldn't hear anything; the fight hadn’t continued without them. She huffed quietly, Vince must have decided to listen to me after all…
“You okay?” Connor’s voice was soft, like he was worried about breaking the silence, and Brooke tensed before realizing that she didn’t have to lie anymore.
“Vince.”
“Vince?”
“The wolf at the tree,” she sighed, turning over to look at him. Connor hummed.. He was sprawled out without a care, muscles glistening in the sun. He looked