You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 81
We were both larger than life, two characters that shouldn’t have meshed well together, but we had found a way to make it work before, and this wasn’t it.
This mean, violent, often angry man had broken down my walls and invaded every part of my being. From the very beginning, I had been drawn to him, the mating bond refusing to be denied, a force so powerful that wolves were known to commit suicide if they were to lose it. That was just my wolf's side. It was her nature to respect her Moon Goddess. It was always me, Violet, that had resisted the call of the fates, and now I had fallen head over heels for the last person I could have imagined, but now the one person I couldn’t live without.
Now was the time for honesty.
In our last week at the cabin, I built up the courage to tell Khaos how I felt.
We were settling down late one evening - Khaos had gotten in the habit of reading to the baby. He would lie on the sofa with me between his legs as my back rested on his stomach. I would turn my head to press my ear to his chest so I could both hear and feel the hypnotic rumble of his deep voice as he read story after story of classic children’s tales. My hand would often reach up to rest on his cheek, to feel the strong jaw under my fingers with every spoken word.
Every time he turned a page, he would plant a kiss on the palm of my hand before continuing, his free hand always coming back to rest on my slightly curved stomach. Many nights I drifted off to sleep and he would gently carry me to bed, stroking my back after he had tucked me in to make sure I fell straight back to sleep.
It was moments like this that gave me hope that he felt the same way. He was just holding back for reasons unknown. I didn’t see how it was possible for him to care for me so much without having feelings for me. This went beyond the pregnancy; he didn’t need to do this because I was the mother of his child, and I knew Khaos would do nothing he didn’t really want to do.
To test my theory tonight, I mixed things up a bit. We took up our usual positions on the sofa, but as he opened the book to begin the story, I stopped him, pulling out a book I had hidden under the cushion earlier.
“Read this to me, please. It’s one of my favourites.”
“Violet this is--”
“A chick-flick. it’s not going to bite you! You’re not less of a man because you’re reading a love story!” I opened the book and raised it above my head so he could read it, soon settling down once he took it from my hands. As usual, I rested my hand on his jaw and waited.
It didn’t take long. There was a reason this book was one of my favourites. Full of some of the most intense, nerve-tingling sex scenes, it was both hot and erotic.
He paused, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a smile breaking over my face as I imagined his eyes scanning the pages.
“Is there a problem, my love?”
“Not at all,” he answered with a smile in his tone. He picked up where he left off, his voice deeper and more sensual.
As his voice read over the words I had almost memorised, I made my first move. I kept one hand on his jaw, the other travelling down my body to undo the buttons on my shirt one by one. Without revealing any skin, I pushed my hand into my bra, circling my erect nipple and squeezed it between my fingers. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as I let out a soft, deliberate moan.
“Violet…” his voice sounded hoarse as he paused to clear his throat.
“Shh! Read!” I demanded, bringing my knees up but not yet parting them, my feet planted firmly on the sofa.
He did as I asked, his voice sounding strained as he read the words to me. I scraped my index finger down my chest, over my stomach and thighs, eventually moving under the hem of my skirt. I let my knees drop apart slowly, my fingers sliding up and down the soft skin of my inner thighs as I put on a show for him.
As he read about the male character dominating his partner, having her on her knees in front of him, my hand pressed against my panties, rubbing my clit through the damp material.
I heard his breath catch as he stumbled over the next sentence and looking up, I saw his eyes were drawn to the activity under my skirt time and time again. I knew it drove him wild to see everything I was doing, yet at the same time he could see nothing. His imagination must be in overdrive.
I felt his hand slide down my body so he could lift my skirt over my waist to expose the lower half of my body. He pushed his hand into my bra as he continued to read more confidently, gently pulling on my erect nipple. I pushed myself backwards, my arse pressing against his stiff cock, my head next to his as I panted softly, my hand slipping into my panties.
I rocked my hips as I slid a finger inside of me, grinding against his erection every time. He put down the book and firmly grabbed my face, turning me towards him to cover my lips with his own, our tongues meeting stroke for stroke.
I spun my body around