Dominated(11)

Thank God for Cassidy who kept a running commentary about her friends all the way home. When they got to the house, both Kath and Kenzie slipped up the stairs and burrowed themselves in their own rooms.

Their parents said nothing.

Kath pulled her dress over her head and stared down at her body. She was fit. She loved to exercise and ran several miles most days. She was small, her breasts tiny and her entire body petite. But that couldn’t be helped. Did men find her attractive? She wouldn’t really know. Unlike Mackenzie who tried desperately to fit in with the human world and wished for a human boyfriend, Kathleen was waiting for a wolf. A strong, built, sexy wolf to sweep her off her feet and carry her into the sunset.

Ridiculous? Yes, but she didn’t care. She’d fended off any advances from guys, preferring to meet a wolf mate at some point in time. Tonight had been a bit of a surprise, but she still intended to stick to her convictions.

It was a warm evening, and her parents hadn’t turned on the air conditioning. Kath flipped off the light and pulled the window open under the cover of night. In just her underwear, she climbed into bed and slipped between the cool sheets. How long before she could fall asleep?

She stared at the ceiling. The tight ball of need in her stomach remained. Would Gabriel really go back to Houston and ignore this connection? Wouldn’t he be in as much physical turmoil as she was? And, more importantly, when would the achy need for his touch lessen? Would it ever?

Her panties grew damp as she lay there squirming between the sheets. Her skin heated. She’d never experimented with masturbation before, the thought hadn’t really occurred to her. Until now. But this was now.

Her nipples pebbled where the sheet rubbed against them as she wiggled. She smoothed both hands up her torso and grazed them over her breasts. Closing her eyes, she imagined Gabriel easing her need instead of doing it herself. His hands. His light touch. No. His touch wouldn’t be this gentle. Somehow she knew that to be true. The few comments he’d made to her in the den had solidified the fact he was stern, dominant, a take-charge kind of man. His palms would be rougher than this. Why the hell did the idea make her even hotter? She pinched her nipples with the thumb and pointer of both hands and arched her chest upward on a low moan.

It amazed her how aroused she was. She’d never experienced this level of need. Never even realized how intense it would be.

As she plucked the tips with more and more force, her legs fell open. She gasped into the cool air and kicked the sheet off her body. Thank God she’d locked the door.

In moments, she’d wiggled free of her panties and lay naked on the sheet. She trailed her fingers down her body until both hands met at the juncture of her legs. Moisture pooled at the entrance to her sex. She swirled her pointer in the wetness, dragging it out and around her lower lips until she grazed the nub at the apex of her sex. She bucked into her hand and flicked the tip of her finger over her swollen clit.

Ohmygod. It felt so good. She wanted more. Wanted the elusive feeling she’d heard so much about. She needed to come so bad her legs shook. She planted her feet wide apart on the bed and dug her heels into the mattress to support herself as she lifted her torso up into her hand.

As she got the rhythm, she held the hood of her pulsing nub with two fingers and let her middle finder flutter over her clit rapidly. With her free hand, she reached between her legs and pushed her pointer into her opening.

She moaned. So good. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly what she expected it would feel like to be filled with Gabriel’s cock, but it would have to do for now. Hell, forever if the crazy man didn’t come to his senses and claim her.

She fucked herself harder, pushing two fingers into her vagina while she kept up the torment on her tight nub. Finally, she exploded. The walls of her sex contracted and squeezed around her fingers over and over, gripping her as she grazed the front wall of her sex. It lasted less than a minute before she had to stop touching her clit when her skin grew too sensitive to tolerate the pressure.

She wanted more. She wanted to do it again. Hell, it would never be enough. She would have to purchase a vibrator soon. Her sex ached for something larger. For the first time in her life, she realized what all the hype was about.

Visions of Gabriel hovering over her body, pushing his penis deep into her and dragging it back out only to slam it in again made her moan.

She curled up on her side and pulled the sheet over her body, not bothering to put her panties back on. She was sated, not permanently, but enough to let her droopy eyes close and just pretend she was next to her mate. It was too chilly in the room to get the full effect, but at least naked she could pretend he was wrapped around her, cocooning her body with his warmth and enormous size.