Wolf Sprite
5 - Dorian**

I don’t have much time to think about what I see when I’m pushed against the wall by Dorian. He feels warm; every part of his skin that touches mine makes me shiver. His lips press urgently against my own, and I can’t help but moan into his mouth.

Dorian’s hands roam up my thighs, lifting my skirt as he does. He cups my behind with his large hands and lifts me so that my legs now straddle his waist, my centre pressing against the hard bulk in his pants.

Moving away from my lips, he spreads kisses from my jaw to my neck. I moan as his kisses make me shudder in need.

“I want you so much,” Dorian whispers huskily in my ear, his voice sending warmth between my legs. Dorian bites my earlobe before returning to the crook of my neck. Most supernatural species like to bite their mates on the neck and leave a mark, but I’m unsure if it’s done with fairies. Fuck. My mate is a fairy.

He bites at my neck, making me moan and grind against him.

“Please,” I moan, making Dorian pull away and smile.

“Yes?” he asks, his sexy grin spreading across his face.

“I need you,” I reply. Without further comment, Dorian adjusts his hold on me and carries me across the living area and through a hallway towards a door. I watch as I see everything move away from me, the living room, the hall and finally, the door as it closes shut.

Gently Dorian places me on the bed, standing still between my legs. I watch him take his jacket off and throw it away to the side before pulling his shirt up from the neck, lifting it up and over, revealing his toned six-pack and firm pecs.

My mouth waters as I take it all in, and he smirks as he watches me look at him.

“Your turn,” he says softly, stepping backwards while holding my hand, so I am now standing.

I keep my eyes on him as I lift my shirt up and over my head, thankful that I chose simple black matching underwear. I unzip my skirt and wiggle out of it, letting it fall at my feet. I blush as I stand there, realising that I’m almost naked. I’m a virgin and have never gone past second base.

Dorian looks me up and down and sighs, lust in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs, kneeling before me and kissing me under my navel. His kisses are warm, and I shiver as he gets to the hem of my knickers. I watch as he looks up at me, nodding at him when he looks at me for permission. I watch him pull my knickers down my legs, revealing my most private parts to him.

Dorian moans, kissing my core gently before lifting my right leg and placing it over his shoulder. The sudden shift of balance makes me fall back on the bed, but before I can register the fall, hot wetness passes up my folds over my clit. I moan as I feel Dorian move his tongue up and down my folds, taking his time to explore every part of my core.

“Ahh,” I gasp as his teeth scrape against what I think must be my clit. He takes extra notice of this part of my body, twirling his tongue around it before beginning to suck.

“Shh..” I groan, feeling a build-up of tension where his mouth is. I know that I am wet down there, and it embarrasses me, but I can’t help but want him to stay.

Dorian lifts my other leg onto his shoulder, continuing to lick his tongue up and down my folds.

“Oh, goddess,” I growl as I feel him insert his finger inside a place no one has ever been. Dorian moves his head from between my legs, and I whimper at the loss of warmth. My legs fall down on the ground, and it’s all I can do not to follow them into a pool of jelly. He puts another finger inside me and begins to pump in and out.

“Ah,” I cry; it feels so good.

Dorian takes his fingers out, and I watch him as he licks my juices off them. I blush, embarrassed as he does this.

“So innocent,” he moans, “you saved yourself for me?” he asks. I nod, not knowing what to say when he crawls back up my body and kisses me. I try to move my head away because, yuk, I don’t want to taste myself, but this only makes him laugh.

“You taste wonderful, my Queen,” he says, pressing his lips back on my own again.

I relent and let him move his tongue inside my mouth, enjoying the sensation as our tongues meet.

“Hah,” I gasp, taking a breath in. Dorian has placed his penis at the edge of my centre, and I know he wants to be all in.

“Can I?” he asks me. I nod.

“Use your words, my Queen. You need to say it.”

“Yes, I want you inside me,” I reply, relieved that my shyness and embarrassment are not reflected in my voice.

Slowly Dorian pushes his largeness inside me, occasionally stopping while I adjust to him. I feel full and warm with his connection and hum in pleasure.

“Oh, my goddess!” I cry out as he pulls himself most of the way out before sliding back into me.

“Look at me; I want to see you,” he orders. I open my eyes and look into his sparking blue ones. Dorian continues moving inside me, and we watch each other as he quickens his pace.

“Aviary!” he growls as I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his thrusts. I open my eyes, and he looks at me and smiles. Suddenly he thrusts harder into me, building up speed between thrusts. I meet him, and our bodies connect at our hips.

“You feel so good,” he moans, thrusting into a crescendo. I can’t help but moan each time; it’s clear he knows what he’s doing, and he meets me with the right pace and force.

I feel my chest tighten and my legs straighten, my toes curling as I scream into my climax. Dorian thrusts into me again, holding it as he replaces his release.

“You are so beautiful,” he pants, his breath heavy.

We lay there, our breaths calming when he rolled off me.

“Come, let me clean you up,” he says, standing up from the bed. It is now that I take in his entire figure. Dorian is broad with the right firmness of muscles, not too much, but just right. His abdomen is flat except for his six-pack, which ripple towards his enormous cock. I feel myself blush as I take him all in.

“So innocent,” he whispers again, but I hear him, my werewolf hearing picking it up.

Dorian offers me his hand, and I take it, allowing him to lead me towards a large rectangle shape bathroom. I watch him as he contemplates where to take me- the tub or shower. He lets go of my hand and walks towards the bathtub, turning the taps on and letting the water run.

Adjusting the taps to the right temperature, he pours in bath salts and soap.

“Get in,” he says, looking at me. I step into the bath and shuffle forward when I notice him follow me in. He positions himself with his legs on either side of me before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close against his hard, firm chest.

We sit there under the warm liquid, enjoying each other’s touch. Dorian moves his hands over my body, ensuring every inch is wet with soapy water. I sigh as I lean my head back onto his shoulder, closing my eyes.

“You’re staying the night,” he whispers softly in my ear.

“As long as I get back to the pack house early,” I agree, not wanting to be caught out.

After what seems like ages, the water cools, and we reluctantly get out of the bath, dry ourselves and change back into clothes. Dorian gives me a shirt to sleep in, and I take a deep breath in as I take in his scent.

I wake the following day with Dorian slowly shifting his body off me.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“Yes, my love, I just need the bathroom,” he apologises. I nod and decide to get dressed in last night’s outfit. I check my phone and quickly text Danni my plan to return to my house.

Dorian walks out of the bathroom and notices I’m dressed.

“I have to work today, but I’ll pick you up tonight if that’s okay?” he asks me. I think about it. It’s Sunday, and it’ll be hard to sneak out without permission from dad.

“Can I meet you at the gate instead?” I ask. Dorian looks at me.

“You don’t want your parents to know about me?” he asks.

“It’s complicated. Hailey is a bit… funny,” I answer. I know for sure Hailey won’t let me go out, and I still have school.

“Well, when I go home, you’re coming with me, whether she likes it or not,” he says, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

After Dorian dresses, he takes me to the carpark and drives me back to the packhouse. Another red flag pops into my head, wondering who my mate is. I push this thought aside, the happiness of meeting my mate overruling my anxiety, and agree to meet him at the gates at ten after everyone is asleep at home. Dorian leans over and tenderly kisses my lips, and I sigh at the sensation, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I run into the foyer and past the receptionist’s desk, which is still empty. I quickly press my code to the inner door and run up the steps to the Betas suite. I knock on the door and am met with a very tired Danni.

“Come in, quick,” she tells me between yawns, leading me to her bedroom.

“Now tell me everything,” she smiles, sitting opposite me.

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Pretending to be with Danni last night went down without fail, and neither dad nor Hailey suspected that I had gone out last night or had spent the night away from the packhouse.

Because it worked once, I decided to try it again and snuck out of my bedroom window just before ten to meet Dorian at the pack gates. I type my password into the gate console, which slowly opens to let me out.

Dorian is waiting for me in his car, and I smile as I open the door and slide into the passenger seat.

When we return to his hotel penthouse, Dorian leads me to the balcony, where he has set up a picnic rug, ottomans, and many candles for lighting. I gasp at the prettiness of it all.

“Is this all for us?” I ask, noting the low table where cheeses, grapes and hors d’oeuvres sit with two wine glasses and bottles of wine.

“Anything for my Queen,” he smiles, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my lips. I sigh as we pull apart.

“Come on,” he says, walking us over to two ottomans.

We sit, and Dorian pours us both a glass of wine. The atmosphere is definitely romantic, and I enjoy the conversation I’m having with Dorian. I tell him about my mother and everything we did together before she passed away, and Dorian tells me funny stories of his childhood.

“Wait, so how old are you?” I ask him.

“I’m two-hundred and thirty-three,” he says, smiling at me. I look at him, shocked.

“Sh… you’re kidding, really?” I ask. Dorian cracks up laughing.

“Yes, I really am,” he says.

“Fah, you age well,” I state, making him laugh again.

“Remember, I met your great-grandparents when they were kids; I am that old,” he says. I shake my head in disbelief. I hadn’t gotten that far in my book about fairies and life expectancy.

We bring everything back into the suite after we eat, and Dorian leads me back to his bedroom, where we repeat the events of last night.

“I can’t wait to mark you, and you to mark me,” he sighs as he pulls me into his arms. I smile at that thought.

I can’t wait, either.

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