sourapple

A pause. Your brow furrows as your half-conscious state attempts to recognize the voice. 

None of your fellow hunters, that’s for sure. Definitely not any of the men you knew considering they were allergic to touching you, let alone sleeping in the same bed as you.

“Pretending to be asleep? How cruel. Throw a guy a bone, would ya?”

The realization slams into you so suddenly that you tense in the man’s arms. Your memories rush in, going back and forth to try and piece together a timeline so you can understand how the hell you ended up here, of all places. 

Fighting with fists after being caught trespassing. 

A kiss that had you swinging with much more power.

Staring up at your target while he grinned down at you in challenge.

Or was it an invitation? 

Do you dare follow? 

Your eyes snap open as you lift your head slightly, meeting golden eyes filled with amusement and the final remnants of sleep. You could have scoffed. Instead you study him.

‘Who is he fooling? Trying to seem like he’s been awake so much longer than you.’

“You…” you mumble, attempting to make sense of...well, everything. Your eyes are tempted to look downward to see what state of dress you were in, but he speaks, easily deciphering your thoughts with his gaze. 

“You’re fully dressed, Hunter. I may be a beast, but I have self-control.” 

A beat. 

“Unless~”

You groan and raise a hand to shove at the face currently too close for comfort. He laughs and there goes that warmth again–spreading from your chest to the ends of your fingers and toes. You weren’t sure what it was that made him have such an effect on you. You’d been courted plenty of times and yet this is the man that managed to wriggle his way into your good graces? 

“Thinking at that volume should be a crime at this hour.” 

You huff. 

“Says the one that woke up before me to stare like a creep.” 

“A sexy creep?” 

“Just a creep.” 

“But one that could, hypothetically, with a bit more time and a lot more patience, become sexy?” 

You roll your eyes, attempting to maintain the peace you’d woken up with. Despite yourself, you feel him lean in with a grin that exposes sharp canines. 

“You’re smiling, Hunter.”

You turn over, staring at the bedroom wall that was a much different style than you would have expected for him. 

“Apparently, wolves don’t have such good eyesight if you call that a smile. It was a grimace, at best.” 

Warmth against your back as arms circle around your waist to pull you close. You should object. 

You don’t. 

You lean back.

You enjoy the feeling of his breath brushing against your ear. 

“If my sight is failing me, then how about some other senses to figure you out?” he murmurs, voice dropping in a way that makes your stomach follow suit. 

“Like?” you challenge, proud when your voice doesn’t tremble. You’re fully aware of the game being played. You realize your challenge might have also been more of an invitation. 

He doesn’t refuse either way. 

He rises to the occasion. 

A gasp leaves your lips at the feeling of his tongue against the shell of your ear followed by a pleased chuckle. 

“Listening?” 

His face moves down slightly, nose pressed to your pulse point as he fails to suppress the shudder that shakes him. He pulls you closer, a roll of his hips making it obvious you weren't the only one affected here.

"Or how about smell?"

One hand presses against your stomach while the other moves down, down, down—

A sharp inhale as his fingers find their way beneath the shorts you now realize weren’t yours. They felt rough…calloused. Evidence of the work he put in both in and out of his lab. 

“Touch?” 

You feel your cheeks heat, spreading upward toward your ears as fingers move in slow, teasing circles. Your hips threaten to buck upward, but his other hand holds you steady.

You should be embarrassed. 

You aren’t. 

“Or one of my personal favorites…” he says quietly, removing his fingers as you bite back the whine that threatens to leave you. When your eyes had closed, you weren’t sure. But his teasing was enough to have them opening with much effort.

"You-!"

You stop, eyes growing wide when you see him press his fingers into his own mouth and suck. A new warmth washes over you, evident by how sticky your thighs grow. 

His eyes don't waver, gold swallowed by black pupils as he hums in approval.

The sudden caress against your smooth skin resulted in a moan to slip from your mouth. And before you realise it's too late.

Pink flashes your cheeks and you meet his set of shocked eyes. Those confused pair then smooths into smug expression as his other hand tickles the base of your foot.

He found your weakness. Shit! You squirm, trying to escape but his grip on your ankle stays.

The atmosphere suddenly felt hot when you look into his eyes.

All hooded as if with one word of consent, he would do unimaginable things to you.

At that thought, you feel giddy but you are bad at initiating.

Yet the thought of his skin on your skin made you aroused.

Caleb dances his index and middle finger on your leg, every touch ignites the desire making you sigh in frustration.

Suddenly you get to your senses and sit upright, putting his dog tag between his lips which he bites shamelessly after registering your actions.

You try to stand from bed.

His hand find yours and pulls you onto the bed.

"One time won't hurt, pips," eyes displaying expression unknown to you. Somehwhere between begging and lust. Usual charm vanished.

He doesn't act like this in geneal. Even when the tension was so thick at times in the past.

"We shouldn't," you try to talk some sense into his brain and into yours simultaneously but his face in the crook of your neck as he smells you, sudden kisses against it is a huge distraction that you can't form one sane thought.

"So sweet," he sighs as he continues exploring.

Pressing your hand on his shoulder, you still try to refuse- something you want so bad.

"Let's have a safe word and stop if you're uncomfortable. Okay?," consumed by temptation, you nod.

Next minute, your legs are dangling at the edge of the bed as he kneels infront of the bed.

Fingers tugging your shorts and panties down, the action itself burning your skin to his caressing contact.

Your eyes caught him sneaking the material into his pocket after inhaling your arousal. You leave a slow chuckle at him being a pervert. At the end you both are crazy for each other.

Without a warning his head dissappear between your thighs. His hot tongue tracing the base of your pussy.

Teasing you with licking the base, he trails a finger on your stomach lowering it till it is between the slit directly after placing a kiss on it.

Just his finger against your nub made you self conscious. You look down and that was the worst mistake you did.

He's looking at your reactions. Reading them.

Holding the eye contact, he presses the finger inside and you fall onto the bed to hide from his gaze.

He pulls the finger out which draws out a displeased hiss from you. He's teasing and you know it too.

Following moment, you felt a jolt of pleasure as you felt his tongue inside you.

"Hey??!," he didn't give you a warning but gave you what you wanted.

He licked his tongue up and down, finding your sweet spot. A moan gave him the answer to tease that spot more.

Relentless torture with his tongue abusing your g-spot made you moan almost loudly to which he retracted.

"Be calm pips or granny will find us," no ounce of fear is seen his eyes, only conveying pure sarcasm.

His hand places your legs on his broad shoulder, elevating your body, he disappeared once again but this time the movement is rather slow.

Slow and dragging, increasing the pleasure which coaxed a silent cry. Getting impatient you move your hips, absent mindedly riding his face chasing the high.

Your stomach clenches as he starts tongue fucking you roughly. Trying your best not to get vocal, you bite your lip as you get to climax. He made sure not a single drop escaped his lips as he drank what you gave him. You can't help but still ride his face after cumming until you relax.

Only then he pulls his tongue out and kissed your knee. "You came"

A smug smirk is pasted on his face as he gets on top of you. You are a blushing mess when you came to your senses but he just chuckles and kiss your forehead.

That movement his dog tag lands on your lips. When he came back to look at you, he couldn't resist kissing your cute face, the dog tag tangling between your lips.

Kissing hungrily, their tongues danced around the tag. Moments later, he pulled the tag out, leaving a thin trail of saliva between them.