Mark of the White Wolf
by Wizardtho
Chapter 05:
I jolted awake to a sound above me, along with the distinct scent of Charlie. His scent was rich and enticing, while I could clearly hear him moaning.
Oh, Jesus. Please tell me he's not. I don't think I could handle that without pouncing him.
Charlie moaned again, this time words were barely audible, but my wolf hearing was sensitive enough that I could clearly hear his, “Oh, God, Bella. Please... ungh, fuuck.”
My breathing picked up, his scent causing my head to swim.
Oh, holy hell... he is. Dear God in heaven, help me, but him moaning my name sounds too damn sexy.
As I listened to Charlie, I barely noticed my hand had slipped between my thighs, then started circling my clit to the tempo that I could hear his hand making along his shaft. It was slow and deliberate, soon making me whimper in need. I heard an echoing need in his responding moan, and couldn't stop from imagining what it would feel like to be with him intimately.
The more my thoughts spiraled, the more my need for him grew. It wasn’t long before I was biting my lip while trembling -to stifle my ecstatic cry- as both of us came at the same time. Charlie wasn't able to stifle his breathless plea of my name, though, which was the most delicious sound I had ever heard.
It took me a long while to calm down in the shower, but when I walked into the kitchen, I stopped short at the sight in front of me. Charlie was standing in front of the coffee pot, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants. He was barefoot and shirtless, my wolf demanding that I take the opportunity to appreciate the view.
He had obviously kept in shape, even after becoming chief of police, because his back was firmly toned. The muscles of his arms flexed with each of his movements. As my eyes drifted down, I had a hard time keeping my mouth from watering. The soft material of his pants hugged his ass in all the right ways, wrapping around it for me like an inviting present. It was firm and delicious-looking.
I lost myself in the vision of him turning around, displaying a sight even more enticing, so I didn't hear Charlie speaking until he chuckled. My eyes shot to his as my face flamed from being caught ogling, but he offered with a smirk, “I don't mind, Bella. I obviously enjoy the view you're providing this morning. You didn't answer my question, though.”
I cleared my throat, rubbing the back of my neck, then mumbled sheepishly, “Um... you kind of distracted me, so I didn't hear what you said. Sorry, but... mmm… yeah.”
He came over to wrap me gently in his arms, kissed my temple, then whispered in my ear, “You seem to have been distracted before you even fell asleep last night... quite a few times, if my hearing didn't deceive me.”
I groaned in embarrassment as I buried my face in his neck, then decided to make his own private time known. “Well, I wasn't the only one, Chief. Wolf senses, remember? I was woken up by the enticingly rich scent of your arousal this morning, only to hear the seriously sexy sound of you moaning my name.”
His breathing hitched, then I felt him shudder slightly as he whispered, “Christ, really?”
I nodded, then hummed, “It was too irresistible since I could hear every shift of your sheets, along with each stroke of your hand. You moaning my name was my undoing, and I found myself quite distracted along with you.”
He moaned as his hands ghosted down my back to my hips, then he kissed the spot where my robe met the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I let out a shaky breath at the tingle that shot through me. When I scented his arousal spiking in response, I whimpered, “Shit. If one of us doesn't move this instant, I won't be able to keep a leash on my wolf. She's severely impatient right now.”
His hands massaged my hips as he placed another kiss in the same spot, then he breathed, “I'm afraid you'll have to be the one to do that, Sweetheart, because I can't find the will to. You feel too damn good against me like this, in only a robe.”
I backed slowly away, enough to look into his eyes without leaving his embrace. I could clearly see the longing and desire in them, knowing mine had to be exact mirrors of his at this moment. Then I noticed that he'd shaved his mustache off, causing him to look several years younger.
Did he do that for us? Damn does he look sexy without his mustache. Fuck, pounce him now! Claim him! Fuck him into oblivion, and make him scream our name!
I groaned as my eyes fluttered, then whispered, “I don't think I can move. You shaved your mustache, and look really sexy without it.”
The next thing I knew, I felt soft lips brushing against mine, causing my breathing to hitch as I melted into the feeling. One of my hands found its way up into Charlie's still-damp and messy locks as he wrapped his arms more fully around me, then he captured my bottom lip. I moaned when he tugged gently on the captured flesh, but whimpered and allowed him entrance as I felt his tongue teasing along where his teeth had been.
When his tongue brushed mine as he deepened the kiss, we both let out a needy groan. He tasted exactly how he smelled to me... sweet and spicy, wrapped up in sex and home. Fuck, he was delicious.
I gasped, breaking the kiss, “Jesus, Charlie. You taste incredible,” before I closed the small distance to kiss him again. He moaned, lifting me by the backs of my thighs, then I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs around him, not thinking of me being sans panties.
Our kiss heated as I felt Charlie moving us, then I felt him laying me down before partially hovering over me. I groaned as I arched up to feel more of him, and he took the opportunity to slide one of his hands up my outer thigh. He broke the kiss, looking down at me with love and desire, which elicited a breathless pant from me, “Please... don't stop. It felt right.”
He nodded, a little breathless himself, “I know. I felt it, too.”
He dipped back down to kiss me again, but when his hand reached my hip, he looked down at me with a gasp. “You little minx. Why am I not feeling fabric right here?”
He flexed his fingers against my hip to make his point, causing me to chuckle in response, “Weren't you the one saying that my clothes will all get ripped? I figured a simple robe would suffice since I'll probably be shifting again sometime today.”
He groaned, his forehead going to rest just below the hollow of my throat, then breathed down the valley between my breasts, “Christ, you're tempting... and you smell fantastic.”
My nipples instantly tightened at the feeling of his breath, then I felt Charlie kissing along where my chest met my robe, saying softly, “Tell me to stop, Bella. Tell me now, or I'll be tempted to take you to bed, so I can spend the rest of the day exploring you. I need you to stop me if you aren't ready, please.”
I shook my head, then fisted my fingers in his hair as I arched into him, “Don't stop. Please... I need to feel you. I can't take this much longer.”
His breathing hitched, then suddenly I was in his arms again while he carried me to my bedroom. When he set me down at the edge of the bed, he looked into my eyes while asking seriously, “Are you sure? I don't think I can stop myself if we go any further right now.”
I nodded, then cupped his cheek as I buried my other fingers in his hair. “I'm sure. Do you know how insanely wet hearing you this morning made me? My head, body, and wolf all knew it was you moaning for me, Charlie, and all of them were unbelievably aroused from it.”
He gave me a devilish smirk, then asked in a seriously sexy voice, “Did you cum, Bella? Tell me... were your fingers teasing your little pleasure button while you thought about it being me making you cum so hard?”
I moaned, then as he slowly untied my robe, I nodded, “Yes. I had a very difficult time stifling it, especially since I came at the same time as you did.”
Charlie groaned, then slowly parted the two sides of my robe. When his eyes stayed locked with mine, I nodded, knowing he was seeking permission. His gaze dropped to take in my nude form, his hands trembling as he let one trace the underside of my breast. “So beautiful. I didn't really let myself look before.”
He slipped my robe from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then picked me up to lay me in the center of the bed against the pillows. He laid next to me, tenderly tracing his fingers from my neck, across my collarbone, then down the center of my body to my navel. When he stopped with a hitched breath, I thought something must be wrong, but he suddenly swirled his fingertips against my bare mound as he hummed, “This is so sexy. I imagined you were groomed this morning, but I never would’ve guessed that you would be bare.”
He slowly let his fingers venture further down along my core, then growled slightly. He rolled to hover over me, then dropped back on his heels as he ran his fingers along my slit again. “Fuuck, that's a beautiful sight. I love how wet you are.”
He brought his fingers to his lips as he caught my eyes, then I watched as those fingers disappeared into his mouth. He let out a pleased moan at my taste, releasing his fingers with a slight pop. He bent forward to whisper against my lips, “You taste like sin... so delicious. I want more, Isabella. I crave it. I need your slick, sweet cum on my tongue. Please, Sweetheart, don’t deny me this.”
My breathing hitched, then I nipped his bottom lip before I whimpered, “ Touch me, Charlie... taste me... make love to me.”
Charlie instantly coaxed me into a passionate kiss, but soon trailed licks and nips down my jaw, across my collarbone, then down to my heart. He placed a lingering kiss there, moving to tease my left nipple before finally devouring it in the warmth of his mouth. I whimpered loudly as my hands shot into his hair, shifting so he could settle between my spread thighs. He hummed his appreciation, tugging gently at my nipple with his teeth.
He switched to the other nipple at my soft pleasure cry, saying, “Yes. Let go for me, Sweetheart. Christ, I love your sexy sounds.”
After spending ample time teasing both of my breasts, Charlie nipped and sucked his way down my body to my navel. He swirled his tongue there, making me shiver in anticipation, then I moaned when he sucked at both of my hip bones. I cried out, “Fuuck. I swear if you don't do something soon, I'll explode. Damn, you love to tease.”
Charlie chuckled as he nipped at the top of my mound, “You love it, don't lie. I can see and smell how aroused you are right now. You're so wet from my teasing, that it's already leaving proof on the sheets. There’s no way on Earth to explain how sexy that is to me. I bet I could have you cumming for me without even touching this pretty little pussy. God, I can't wait to see how hard you cum for me, Sweetheart.”
With that, he slowly licked my core from bottom to top, in one long swirling motion. I gasped loudly, “Oh, shit. Again. Please don't sto--- fuuck, yes...”
Charlie had repeated his action before I could finish, but this time his tongue delved inside my entrance, then he sucked lightly at my clit when he reached it. My hands fisted tightly in his hair as I whimpered, causing him to hum his approval at my reaction. His thumbs parted my folds, then he groaned at what he was seeing, diving tongue-first to start hungrily lapping and sucking at my heavily flowing arousal. I gasped, crying out his name, while he massaged his thumbs on either side of my clit as he thrust his tongue repeatedly into my pussy.
It didn't take long before I was a mass of whimpers and moans, causing Charlie to slowly slip a finger into me as his teeth captured my clit. His tongue flicked against the trapped nerve bundle teasingly, even as his finger moved in and out in slow succession. That was all it took for my orgasm to slam into me hard, my hips coming up off the bed as my hands held him tight against me. I gasped out his name as the ecstasy took over.
When I came back down from the incredible rush of my orgasm, Charlie was slowly lapping at the entirety of my core, even while his finger kept lazily working. I shuddered a breath, and in response, he backed up enough to whisper, “Again, Sweetheart. Cum for me one more time like this.”
He slowly started to slip another finger into me with the first, but I instinctively tensed. He kissed the top of my mound, then both of my inner thighs, whispering, “Shh... it’s alright. I need to make sure you're ready for me, so it'll lessen the pain when we make love. I promise to go slow. Just relax for me.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. He slowly entered me with two fingers, only an inch or so deep, then edged back before slipping just a bit deeper. He repeated the process until both of his fingers were seated fully, me becoming more aroused with each step, then stilled them as he whispered, “That's it, Sweetheart. Feel the pleasure of it. Let go for me, and I promise to take care of you.”
I whimpered when he stayed still, then I suddenly felt his fingers massaging along my front wall as they withdrew. He touched a spot that had me arching high off the bed, crying out at the insane pleasure that rushed through me. Charlie hummed in response, “Mmmm... yeah, right... there.”
He purposefully massaged against that spot again, causing me to cry out even louder as my body began to tremble. “Yeah, right there. That's your secret spot, isn't it, Sweetheart? You're going to cum for me again, aren't you?”
I gasped loudly, begging him, “Charlie, please... too much... fuuck, please.”
He cooed to me, kissing the top of my mound, “I know, Sweetheart. Don't be afraid of how intense it is. Just let it take you. I'm right here.”
He kissed the top of my mound once more, never stopping the pleasurable agony he was inflicting with his fingers, then captured my clit between his teeth again to suck almost roughly. I was instantly thrown into an extremely intense orgasm, and though I felt him add another finger to his first two, I couldn't find it in me to be afraid. The pleasure was just too intense, my entire body trembling wildly as I cried out a mantra of Charlie's name.
He hummed and frantically lapped at me as my wetness practically tripled, my release flowing out of me at an incredible rate as I gasped out, “Christ, don't stop! Sweet fucking torture, don't ever stop! Charlie!”
I was lost to the sensations and his encouragement after that, the euphoria feeling like it was never-ending.
I jolted awake to a sound above me, along with the distinct scent of Charlie. His scent was rich and enticing, while I could clearly hear him moaning.
Oh, Jesus. Please tell me he's not. I don't think I could handle that without pouncing him.
Charlie moaned again, this time words were barely audible, but my wolf hearing was sensitive enough that I could clearly hear his, “Oh, God, Bella. Please... ungh, fuuck.”
My breathing picked up, his scent causing my head to swim.
Oh, holy hell... he is. Dear God in heaven, help me, but him moaning my name sounds too damn sexy.
As I listened to Charlie, I barely noticed my hand had slipped between my thighs, then started circling my clit to the tempo that I could hear his hand making along his shaft. It was slow and deliberate, soon making me whimper in need. I heard an echoing need in his responding moan, and couldn't stop from imagining what it would feel like to be with him intimately.
The more my thoughts spiraled, the more my need for him grew. It wasn’t long before I was biting my lip while trembling -to stifle my ecstatic cry- as both of us came at the same time. Charlie wasn't able to stifle his breathless plea of my name, though, which was the most delicious sound I had ever heard.
It took me a long while to calm down in the shower, but when I walked into the kitchen, I stopped short at the sight in front of me. Charlie was standing in front of the coffee pot, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants. He was barefoot and shirtless, my wolf demanding that I take the opportunity to appreciate the view.
He had obviously kept in shape, even after becoming chief of police, because his back was firmly toned. The muscles of his arms flexed with each of his movements. As my eyes drifted down, I had a hard time keeping my mouth from watering. The soft material of his pants hugged his ass in all the right ways, wrapping around it for me like an inviting present. It was firm and delicious-looking.
I lost myself in the vision of him turning around, displaying a sight even more enticing, so I didn't hear Charlie speaking until he chuckled. My eyes shot to his as my face flamed from being caught ogling, but he offered with a smirk, “I don't mind, Bella. I obviously enjoy the view you're providing this morning. You didn't answer my question, though.”
I cleared my throat, rubbing the back of my neck, then mumbled sheepishly, “Um... you kind of distracted me, so I didn't hear what you said. Sorry, but... mmm… yeah.”
He came over to wrap me gently in his arms, kissed my temple, then whispered in my ear, “You seem to have been distracted before you even fell asleep last night... quite a few times, if my hearing didn't deceive me.”
I groaned in embarrassment as I buried my face in his neck, then decided to make his own private time known. “Well, I wasn't the only one, Chief. Wolf senses, remember? I was woken up by the enticingly rich scent of your arousal this morning, only to hear the seriously sexy sound of you moaning my name.”
His breathing hitched, then I felt him shudder slightly as he whispered, “Christ, really?”
I nodded, then hummed, “It was too irresistible since I could hear every shift of your sheets, along with each stroke of your hand. You moaning my name was my undoing, and I found myself quite distracted along with you.”
He moaned as his hands ghosted down my back to my hips, then he kissed the spot where my robe met the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I let out a shaky breath at the tingle that shot through me. When I scented his arousal spiking in response, I whimpered, “Shit. If one of us doesn't move this instant, I won't be able to keep a leash on my wolf. She's severely impatient right now.”
His hands massaged my hips as he placed another kiss in the same spot, then he breathed, “I'm afraid you'll have to be the one to do that, Sweetheart, because I can't find the will to. You feel too damn good against me like this, in only a robe.”
I backed slowly away, enough to look into his eyes without leaving his embrace. I could clearly see the longing and desire in them, knowing mine had to be exact mirrors of his at this moment. Then I noticed that he'd shaved his mustache off, causing him to look several years younger.
Did he do that for us? Damn does he look sexy without his mustache. Fuck, pounce him now! Claim him! Fuck him into oblivion, and make him scream our name!
I groaned as my eyes fluttered, then whispered, “I don't think I can move. You shaved your mustache, and look really sexy without it.”
The next thing I knew, I felt soft lips brushing against mine, causing my breathing to hitch as I melted into the feeling. One of my hands found its way up into Charlie's still-damp and messy locks as he wrapped his arms more fully around me, then he captured my bottom lip. I moaned when he tugged gently on the captured flesh, but whimpered and allowed him entrance as I felt his tongue teasing along where his teeth had been.
When his tongue brushed mine as he deepened the kiss, we both let out a needy groan. He tasted exactly how he smelled to me... sweet and spicy, wrapped up in sex and home. Fuck, he was delicious.
I gasped, breaking the kiss, “Jesus, Charlie. You taste incredible,” before I closed the small distance to kiss him again. He moaned, lifting me by the backs of my thighs, then I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs around him, not thinking of me being sans panties.
Our kiss heated as I felt Charlie moving us, then I felt him laying me down before partially hovering over me. I groaned as I arched up to feel more of him, and he took the opportunity to slide one of his hands up my outer thigh. He broke the kiss, looking down at me with love and desire, which elicited a breathless pant from me, “Please... don't stop. It felt right.”
He nodded, a little breathless himself, “I know. I felt it, too.”
He dipped back down to kiss me again, but when his hand reached my hip, he looked down at me with a gasp. “You little minx. Why am I not feeling fabric right here?”
He flexed his fingers against my hip to make his point, causing me to chuckle in response, “Weren't you the one saying that my clothes will all get ripped? I figured a simple robe would suffice since I'll probably be shifting again sometime today.”
He groaned, his forehead going to rest just below the hollow of my throat, then breathed down the valley between my breasts, “Christ, you're tempting... and you smell fantastic.”
My nipples instantly tightened at the feeling of his breath, then I felt Charlie kissing along where my chest met my robe, saying softly, “Tell me to stop, Bella. Tell me now, or I'll be tempted to take you to bed, so I can spend the rest of the day exploring you. I need you to stop me if you aren't ready, please.”
I shook my head, then fisted my fingers in his hair as I arched into him, “Don't stop. Please... I need to feel you. I can't take this much longer.”
His breathing hitched, then suddenly I was in his arms again while he carried me to my bedroom. When he set me down at the edge of the bed, he looked into my eyes while asking seriously, “Are you sure? I don't think I can stop myself if we go any further right now.”
I nodded, then cupped his cheek as I buried my other fingers in his hair. “I'm sure. Do you know how insanely wet hearing you this morning made me? My head, body, and wolf all knew it was you moaning for me, Charlie, and all of them were unbelievably aroused from it.”
He gave me a devilish smirk, then asked in a seriously sexy voice, “Did you cum, Bella? Tell me... were your fingers teasing your little pleasure button while you thought about it being me making you cum so hard?”
I moaned, then as he slowly untied my robe, I nodded, “Yes. I had a very difficult time stifling it, especially since I came at the same time as you did.”
Charlie groaned, then slowly parted the two sides of my robe. When his eyes stayed locked with mine, I nodded, knowing he was seeking permission. His gaze dropped to take in my nude form, his hands trembling as he let one trace the underside of my breast. “So beautiful. I didn't really let myself look before.”
He slipped my robe from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then picked me up to lay me in the center of the bed against the pillows. He laid next to me, tenderly tracing his fingers from my neck, across my collarbone, then down the center of my body to my navel. When he stopped with a hitched breath, I thought something must be wrong, but he suddenly swirled his fingertips against my bare mound as he hummed, “This is so sexy. I imagined you were groomed this morning, but I never would’ve guessed that you would be bare.”
He slowly let his fingers venture further down along my core, then growled slightly. He rolled to hover over me, then dropped back on his heels as he ran his fingers along my slit again. “Fuuck, that's a beautiful sight. I love how wet you are.”
He brought his fingers to his lips as he caught my eyes, then I watched as those fingers disappeared into his mouth. He let out a pleased moan at my taste, releasing his fingers with a slight pop. He bent forward to whisper against my lips, “You taste like sin... so delicious. I want more, Isabella. I crave it. I need your slick, sweet cum on my tongue. Please, Sweetheart, don’t deny me this.”
My breathing hitched, then I nipped his bottom lip before I whimpered, “ Touch me, Charlie... taste me... make love to me.”
Charlie instantly coaxed me into a passionate kiss, but soon trailed licks and nips down my jaw, across my collarbone, then down to my heart. He placed a lingering kiss there, moving to tease my left nipple before finally devouring it in the warmth of his mouth. I whimpered loudly as my hands shot into his hair, shifting so he could settle between my spread thighs. He hummed his appreciation, tugging gently at my nipple with his teeth.
He switched to the other nipple at my soft pleasure cry, saying, “Yes. Let go for me, Sweetheart. Christ, I love your sexy sounds.”
After spending ample time teasing both of my breasts, Charlie nipped and sucked his way down my body to my navel. He swirled his tongue there, making me shiver in anticipation, then I moaned when he sucked at both of my hip bones. I cried out, “Fuuck. I swear if you don't do something soon, I'll explode. Damn, you love to tease.”
Charlie chuckled as he nipped at the top of my mound, “You love it, don't lie. I can see and smell how aroused you are right now. You're so wet from my teasing, that it's already leaving proof on the sheets. There’s no way on Earth to explain how sexy that is to me. I bet I could have you cumming for me without even touching this pretty little pussy. God, I can't wait to see how hard you cum for me, Sweetheart.”
With that, he slowly licked my core from bottom to top, in one long swirling motion. I gasped loudly, “Oh, shit. Again. Please don't sto--- fuuck, yes...”
Charlie had repeated his action before I could finish, but this time his tongue delved inside my entrance, then he sucked lightly at my clit when he reached it. My hands fisted tightly in his hair as I whimpered, causing him to hum his approval at my reaction. His thumbs parted my folds, then he groaned at what he was seeing, diving tongue-first to start hungrily lapping and sucking at my heavily flowing arousal. I gasped, crying out his name, while he massaged his thumbs on either side of my clit as he thrust his tongue repeatedly into my pussy.
It didn't take long before I was a mass of whimpers and moans, causing Charlie to slowly slip a finger into me as his teeth captured my clit. His tongue flicked against the trapped nerve bundle teasingly, even as his finger moved in and out in slow succession. That was all it took for my orgasm to slam into me hard, my hips coming up off the bed as my hands held him tight against me. I gasped out his name as the ecstasy took over.
When I came back down from the incredible rush of my orgasm, Charlie was slowly lapping at the entirety of my core, even while his finger kept lazily working. I shuddered a breath, and in response, he backed up enough to whisper, “Again, Sweetheart. Cum for me one more time like this.”
He slowly started to slip another finger into me with the first, but I instinctively tensed. He kissed the top of my mound, then both of my inner thighs, whispering, “Shh... it’s alright. I need to make sure you're ready for me, so it'll lessen the pain when we make love. I promise to go slow. Just relax for me.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. He slowly entered me with two fingers, only an inch or so deep, then edged back before slipping just a bit deeper. He repeated the process until both of his fingers were seated fully, me becoming more aroused with each step, then stilled them as he whispered, “That's it, Sweetheart. Feel the pleasure of it. Let go for me, and I promise to take care of you.”
I whimpered when he stayed still, then I suddenly felt his fingers massaging along my front wall as they withdrew. He touched a spot that had me arching high off the bed, crying out at the insane pleasure that rushed through me. Charlie hummed in response, “Mmmm... yeah, right... there.”
He purposefully massaged against that spot again, causing me to cry out even louder as my body began to tremble. “Yeah, right there. That's your secret spot, isn't it, Sweetheart? You're going to cum for me again, aren't you?”
I gasped loudly, begging him, “Charlie, please... too much... fuuck, please.”
He cooed to me, kissing the top of my mound, “I know, Sweetheart. Don't be afraid of how intense it is. Just let it take you. I'm right here.”
He kissed the top of my mound once more, never stopping the pleasurable agony he was inflicting with his fingers, then captured my clit between his teeth again to suck almost roughly. I was instantly thrown into an extremely intense orgasm, and though I felt him add another finger to his first two, I couldn't find it in me to be afraid. The pleasure was just too intense, my entire body trembling wildly as I cried out a mantra of Charlie's name.
He hummed and frantically lapped at me as my wetness practically tripled, my release flowing out of me at an incredible rate as I gasped out, “Christ, don't stop! Sweet fucking torture, don't ever stop! Charlie!”
I was lost to the sensations and his encouragement after that, the euphoria feeling like it was never-ending.