Ethan gave selene everything she wanted.

Every noise she made, he made her shout louder, every pleasure place she knew on my body, he found, and he wasn’t even inside heryet. Just his finger, just a single finger that somehow knew every single nerve that needed to be touched.

Selene was a writhing, panting mess beneath him, and when his mouth licked up her damp seam, she cried out, pleasure exploding inside like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Selene had no idea the fire could burn so bright, the height be so high, or the edge be so sharp. It was so much more than when she touched myself, and now she knew what she had been missing: a werewolf.

She came down from the high and he smirked at her climbing over her body. “Better?”

She scoffed; he knew it was better. He could probably smell the arousal all over her the desire, the need for him. So there was no point denying it.

Selene nodded and pulled him in, kissing him, holding the side of his face as he dragged his hand over her body, which was still sensitive as hell.

Ethan kissed her mouth with passion she had only ever read about, his tongue caressing mine, moving down her neck, over her collarbone, a place she had never considered as somewhere to draw pleasure from, but the way he tasted her had her changing her mind.

She reached down between, wanting to feel him too. She had never touched a man before, let alone a wolf, and if this was what set the precedent for her s*x life, then she wanted to experience it all.

He growled as her hand closed around his thick length. “Tell no one,” he breathed, kissing over her mouth, toying with her nipple again as she stroked him. He shuddered, and she smirked.

“I’m not meant to touch you either?” I assumed Selene asked.

and he shook his head. “No.”

But he didn’t stop her, so she kept going. Nikolai suckled on her neck as she arched into him, still touching him.

She pushed him back, forcing him onto his back so she could straddle him. She looked down, letting out a nervous breath as she took in his girth.

He was huge. Selene had expected that, he was a werewolf, everything about him was huge, but she knew where it had to fit, and that had her breathing a little harder.

She wrapped my hand around him again, licking her lips as the tip leaked.

He watched, his chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed. She shuffled down and put my face by his length that stood so tall and so straight, the veins pulsing against her grasp.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted. “Obviously.” He smirked.

Selene rolled my eyes, then looked back down at him. “Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, okay?” She asked

He gave a single, strained nod before selene wrapped her lips around him. He let out a long sigh, his eyes closing as the ball in his throat moved with a deep swallow.

She took that as a good sign and slid him to the back of her throat, sucking as she drew him back out. He groaned, his hand going to the back of her head, fisting in her hair.

She moaned as she took him back in, her stomach curling as the sounds he made had the heat in her own body growing.

She had never understood the want to put a d*ck inside her mouth, but now she did.

Hearing him find pleasure because of what she was doing to him made me want to keep going, made her own p*ssy slick. It was a revelation, and one that she intended to exploit.

She s*ck*d, licked, and bobbed, fast then slow, caressing him with her tongue as she made her cheeks hollow to pull her lips tight around him.

His fist got tighter in her hair, the sounds of her sucking with his moaning got louder, and when the salty taste got more potent, he pulled her head back.

His d*ck popped from her mouth, and she looked up at him, wiping along her lips. He watched the movement with hungry eyes and she smirked, climbing back over him.

“Did you read how to do that in one of those books your mother mentioned?” he breathed, a side smile growing.

Selene laughed and nodded, hiding her surprise that he had even heard that conversation. “Mostly.”

Ethan grinned and nodded, sitting up and rolling her under him. He leaned down to kiss her over her neck down to her nipple, yanking the silk down and teasing it.

Pleasure suffocated my mind as she tried to talk. Sparks flew in my nerves, igniting the embers burning low in her stomach, making her breaths stubborn through her chest.

He kissed down my body, teasing her n*ppl*s, her navel, and lower, to the bite. He dragged his tongue over it again and it had me arching, sucking in a breath, an immediate need throbbing in her core.

“It’s time, Selene,” he breathed against the bite, and a streak of anxiety broke through the pleasure.

She shook a little as he came over her leaning down to press his lips against hers, soft and tender in a way that stole the nerves.

“I’m ready,” she whispered back, hugging his waist with her thighs as he brushed my hair back.

His fingers moved between slipping inside, teasing her cl*t as she moaned, writhing at the touch, letting the fire he stoked burn away the fear, burn away the hesitation.

Selen closed off her thoughts to everything but what she could feel, and that was enough to have her reaching for him.

Ethan wrapped his arm under her, gripping her shoulder from underneath as he pushed his tip against her entrance. She s*ck*d in a breath and held his biceps, strong and tattooed, like she actually meant something, like he cared.

Selene knew he didn’t though. She was a means to an end, a transaction, but while she was in the moment with him, she could pretend that wasn’t true and sink into

the fantasy of being with something so powerful, so primal, and taming him.

Making him gentle.

He grabbed her thigh with his other hand, holding it up before leaning down and kissing me. Slow and passionate, with a tongue that danced with mine. She kissed him back, meeting his lips with just as much heat.

Selene wanted him just as much, maybe more, and my tight core was proof of that. It was greedy for him and had her lifting her hips as he pushed into her.

Ethan moved slow, still kissing her as she stretched to accommodate him, the burn making her tense. His fingers dug into her thigh, pressing into the bite, the sharp pleasure stealing the pain.

Selene gasped against the kiss, and he sank all the way in with a low groan. She cried out as a sharp pain resounded in her core, making her uncomfortably sore. She was already so stretched, and so confused.

She knew my body was in pain but his mouth was covering her skin in sweet kisses, his fingers running over her thigh, over the bite, his other hand holding her against him.

The hot skin of his body brushing the crumpled silk across her stomach, half on her breasts, had her whimpering, a tear escaping her eye. He kissed it away.

Ethan started moving, stretching her with slow thrusts as she clenched her jaw against the burn. It felt good, but it still hurt. She was still confused.

He kissed her harder, more desperate, and she let him set the pace, relaxing a little with every stroke until her body got used to being filled.

And it was. So f*ck*ng full.

She wasn’t sure when it turned from an annoying burn with a slight ache to an intense pleasure that tightened her entire body like a jack-in-the-box waiting to spring, but she welcomed it.

She pulled him tighter, moving her hips against him, panting as he went deeper and deeper, the pleasure building and building. Selene moaned as the pang of it in her stomach had me clawing at him.

She wanted him closer. She wanted to feel more, she needed it.

Selene bucked against him as he fell into her, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he moved.

And then he was the carnal beast she knew was in him, pounding against her with a desperation that had her crying out over and over. The ache it brought didn’t matter, the sting didn’t matter, but the tension? That was unbearable.

It was so intense, a fire that she couldn’t breathe through.

She gasped as he ripped her nightie off, throwing it to the side before lifting her onto his waist, thrusting up as she wrapped my arms around his neck, my head falling back as she panted in time with his strokes.

It was all she could do to stop myself coming undone.

Ethan filled me over and over again, replacing every sore part of her body with an unmatched pleasure that she couldn’t escape until it was too much.

He pushed her back on the bed, hitting the spot so far inside her that she cried out again and again, each stroke another match to the inferno that burned through her.

A blaze that consumed me just like she wanted it to.

Selene dug my nails in, scraping down his back as he growled, thrusting faster, her core exploding with pulse after pulse of pleasure, unraveling the tightness in my core until she was just a sweating, panting mess beneath him.

Ethan found my mouth and kissed me, tasting my tongue with his before he let himself go, his c*ck throbbing out his release as her walls greedily s*ck*d him in, clenching around him.

“F*ck!” Ethan ground out, a burst of uncontrolled thrusts slamming against her as she held him, moaning and gasping as he finished.

Breathing hard, he held himself over her, and she stared up at him. She had expected it to be cold and awkward the entire time, lying there with her legs open as he took something from her, but it had been anything but that.

It was still burning between then and she knew she wasn’t the only one who felt it. The desire still swam in his eyes, and she didn’t expect it to go anytime soon, not after feeling what she felt when he was inside her

He slipped out and lay on his back next to her, closing his eyes. She looked down at his pulsing c*ck, tinged with blood, some of it on the sheets, some on her thighs. Drops of evidence from what she had given him.

“Thanks,” Selene breathed, “for breaking the rules with me.” She turned to him, and he smirked.

“Worth it,” he said, then leaned in to break the rules again, finding her lips once more for a kiss.