through my body. I cried out, unable to stop myself as the agony barreled into me.
“Shh,” he whispered, pausing to let me adjust while kissing the tears from my cheeks. “It’ll ease in a minute.” He kissed me again, his fingers and mouth distracting me from the pain. Slowly, the discomfort eased, and the pleasure he was stirring in me pushed to the forefront. I lifted my hips, needing him to move, and he groaned into my mouth, sliding his body against mine as the friction built between us. He rocked his hips, his thrusts slow and smooth, and I groaned at how full I felt beneath him.
“Ari!” I cried, feeling my muscles begin to tighten as pleasure coiled low in my stomach.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me again,” he encouraged me, angling himself so that his base brushed my clit with every stroke he made. “I want to feel you come around me.” I groaned and wrapped my legs around his waist, crying out when it made him slide deeper inside me. I clawed blindly at his shoulders, pulling him down so I could press my mouth to his. My tongue twined with his, mimicking his thrusts. When he ground against me, I shattered, the pleasure too much to take, and my muscles contracted around him as I moaned. He swore, thrusting into me as he came before sliding from my body.
He dealt with the condom quickly and returned from his en-suite bathroom with a warm washcloth. I blushed as he cleaned me up, but I was too spent to object. He crawled into the bed beside me, tugging me into his arms and curling me around him. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my head. “That was perfect.”
I smiled, placing a kiss on his chest. “Well, we’ll have to see if we can improve on perfection then.”
“With you, I think anything is possible.” He kissed my head and then dragged a blanket over us. “Get a little sleep, sweetheart. We don’t have to train for a while yet, and your body could use the rest.”
“Sounds good to me,” I agreed, snuggling closer with a sigh. I let my eyes close as I sank into the sensation of being in his arms, my body loose from orgasms. He stroked his hands over my hair, relaxing me, and it didn’t take more than a minute for me to fall asleep.
Chapter Ten
Pixie
It would be weird to have Ian heal me after I’d had sex with Alarick, right? The errant thought popped into my head, making me blush even as I strove to make sure I was walking normally down the hall toward our study. I hadn’t expected to be quite so sore after my first time, but to be fair, Alarick wasn’t exactly small, so that might have played a part in it as well. Ian, Chann, and Shannon were going to go with me to see Luna, and I was trying to come up with any excuse I could to get out of going. At the moment, I was even willing to use my sex life to get out of it, which was past the point of pathetic.
I sighed before tugging open the study door and heading inside to wait. I knew Zev and Alarick were already meeting about pack issues—Alarick had told me so when he’d left the bed we’d shared before he encouraged me to get changed and head up to meet with the others. I’d been putting this meeting off for too long, but I didn’t want to see the pain in Luna’s eyes. Part of me knew she was a wolf, that things were different for her than they would be if she’d been human, but I’d still taken her mom away from her. I didn’t know if that was something we could get over—let alone something I could get over for myself.
Ian was already inside, settled down, and thumbing through a book. “Is that…?” I trailed off, cocking my head to look at the cover. A blush mantled my cheeks when I realized it was one of the reverse harem stories Shannon had given me.
“Yes. Interesting read. I’m surprised, actually. You seemed so new to the idea of sharing partners.” He arched a brow at me behind his glasses, his dark eyes amused, and I shrugged before heading toward the cabinet where I kept my cereal.
“Just because I read about it doesn’t mean I have experience with it,” I retorted primly, searching for