Chapter 57 The Taut Lines And Ridges Of Old Scars

• She lifted her hands and ran them up the length of his thighs, her fingers reverent, tracing the taut lines of muscle and the ridges of old scars. Marr watched her, chest rising. His breath caught when she reached his hips, when her palms smoothed inward and wrapped, gently, around the weight of him. It was a volume powerful enough to fill her hands. He growled —a low sound, more beast than man, even though he was still in perfect human form— and pulled her to him. His hands gripped her shoulders and head, tender, but strong. The first brush of her mouth was a kiss to the base — a soft, closed-lip blessing. Then another, a little higher. Her hands held him steady as her mouth ascended, kiss by kiss, until she reached the tip and flicked her tongue, once, slow, deliberate. Nicholette, still on her knees, tasted all of his throbbing presence. He was very hard, very stiff and very long. His volume was beautiful and demanded all of her mouth. She took an inch or two in, rolling her tongue around the head. In human form, she could manage going up and down slowly. It went in and Nicholette motioned forward and back, lips sealed around him, sliding in and out of her mouth.
• Her hands worked what her mouth could not, stroking in rhythm, building pressure with the soft slide of her tongue. She heard him mutter something guttural, felt the way his legs tensed, the way he braced himself on the back of her neck but didn’t press, didn’t push. Slowly, she pulled it out and looked at it, pointing straight at her face. She smiled to Marr, who remained still, looking at her with a certain curiosity. He breathed deeply and steadily. It was clear he hadn't been touched in a long time. Nicholette moved her face under his length and licked all along it, mouth wide open, tongue stretched. Marr held her head while she moved, but didn't force or lead her. She was free to do as she liked, even if she couldn't help but to wonder what he liked. How did the female werewolves love? Did they suck off their men? Did they do it like she did? Marr's face was calm, but mysterious. He didn't let through any emotions and Nicholette wondered if he was holding his violent lust back. She slid her tongue all along his shaft, from his balls all the way to the tip and down again and once at the tip, she closed her mouth around the head, caressing it with her tongue. Marr wouldn't budge. Was he holding back a transformation? Was he about to jump her, tear through her clothes and pound her while transforming into werewolf form? The thought of watching Marr's erection transform and grow in front of her excited her.
• She had already ordered Rafe around and made him her puppy and now she pretty much could do the same with the biggest, strongest and most intelligent werewolf there was: the leader of them all.