#ithan x reader

So you grabbed him back, threading your fingers in his hair as you whispered, “you have me now.” He growled, pawing at your dress as he ripped it from your body. You loved seeing this side of him - the predatory grace of a shifter and honed warrior, who knew your body as well as his at this point. 

Ithan kicked off his shoes, running his hands up your naked form as you brought your hands down to his chest, slick with sweat. He grimaced, looking down at your hands as he hummed in thought. A smirk then graced his lips as he looked to you. “Can’t have you getting dirty, too, can we?” Ithan teased as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carried you into the bathroom. You licked and kissed his neck as he moved, him turning on the water for the shower as you eagerly used your feet to shuffle off his pants, grinding against him. 

You moaned against his neck as you licked up, biting his earlobe and whispered, “I like getting dirty with you.” Ithan pushed his way into the shower, setting you down to stand on the tile as he caged you against the wall with his muscular arms. He licked his lips - trailing a finger down your chest, dripping with water from the shower - as he murmured, “but I do enjoy cleaning you up,” and sank to his knees before you.

Ithan lifted your legs over his shoulders, leaning you against the wall as he licked a stripe up your center. You moaned, back bowing against the shower wall as your head spun at the feeling. You didn’t know if it was the mating bond or Ithan’s skill, but sex with him was like nothing you’d experienced before. Regardless of how quick or drawn-out, how rough or soft, it was always making love with him - this electric feeling of being joined with your partner.

Ithan continued his skillful attack on your core, sucking on your clit while he flicked his tongue against you. He brought up a single finger, slowly pumping and curling inside of you as you writhed above him, chanting his name as you begged for more. With a playful lick, Ithan murmured, “my pleasure,” against your clit, the vibration causing you to gasp as he pushed in another finger, curling at a rapid pace. It wasn’t long after that you hit your high, dizzy with pleasure as Ithan stood up wrapping your legs around his hips once more as he kissed you, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

The moment that you came back to your senses, your body ached for more of him, winding your hips against his as he groaned into your open mouth. You guided him to your entrance, his forehead tilted against yours as you whispered, “I love you,” and moaned as he entered you. 

You were both frantic with need as he pounded into you that first round, finally leaving the shower in need of food after the two of you had exhausted yourselves. You ordered a pizza - the two of you cuddling in bed and whispering sweet nothings as you watched the sunball game - until the proximity and warmth of Ithan’s touch set your skin ablaze once more, this time the two of you making love slowly until the pink hues of the sunrise peeked through your window, you finally falling asleep in your mate’s arms.

Gentle fingers traced patterns on your neck and shoulder. Usually, that sweet gesture from your mate was enough to south any of your internal storms. But not today. Actually, you had been trying all week to shake off your brooding. You went shopping with Juniper, you went to your appointment with your therapist, you ate your comfort ice cream, you got a massage… Ithan had even offered to go for a run with you. But nothing worked. You were just… not fine. 

Ithan was watching a sunball game on his phone, telling you all about the players' good moves, and explaining to you the bad ones and if they could've avoided them or not.  You hummed in approval at each of his statements, but the information your ears processed didn't quite seem to reach your numb brain. You felt bad. Ithan had spent almost all weekend at your apartment, and all you had managed to do was order food and stay in bed all day. 

The two of you always used to go out on weekends, partying with Ruhn, going to restaurants, hiking, playing board or video games… but you were mentally drained. And all you could do now was be boring and rot in bed. You didn't even had sex, for fuck sake. You usually had a very high libido that Ithan was more than happy to please, but that too disappeared this week, along with your joy and energy. 

Ping

A text pops on Ithan’s phone. He huffed a laugh, and moved his hand from your shoulder to text back. “Ruhn?” you guessed, “And Flynn.” the wolf shifter answers you back. He sends the text, then puts his phone on the nightstand, stretching his arms before pulling you off his lap and up into his arms. He spoons you on the bed and kisses the back of your head lovingly.

Your stomach churns as you start overthinking everything.The boys had probably asked him to go out. Had he refused because of you? Did he feel forced to stay by your side? Would his friends think you're an over controlling girlfriend? “Did… Did they want to hang out?” He shrugs his shoulders, and nuzzles into your neck deeper, inhaling your scent. “Yeah.” “You said no?” “Yeah.” His answers were short, stating the obvious, and still you wondered if he stayed in just because he felt bad about how miserable you were right now. 

You sighed, caressing his forearm with your fingertips, the gesture shooting pleasurable goosebumps all over his body. “Just because I don't feel like going out doesn't mean you can't, you know…” He rose onto his elbow, peeking over your shoulder to meet your eyes. He brushed his lips on yours, slowly, before pulling away to stare into the depths of your orbs. “I know, I just enjoy spending time with you too.” He paused, and you could feel his desire to go out. 

You knew Ithan had trouble just staying inside and relaxing, yet he hadn't complained about it all weekend. “But you enjoy going out with your boys too, it's fine bubs, I wanted to read my book anyway tonight.” You forced a smile, trying to sound convincing, and it seemed to work, because Ithan just stared at your face for a moment then kissed your cheek. “Okay.” He rose up from the bed and got ready, then took his wallet. 

You watched him, fighting the urge to break down at your now lonely and empty bed. You pulled the sheets almost up to your nose, nuzzling into the pillow that was previously his. He walked over the edge of the bed, put both his hands on your cheeks before pulling you into a big smooch. Typical of Ithan. The innocent kiss made you chuckle, the first sprinkle of joy you've felt since a week now. You smiled as he pulled away, “I'll see you tonight. I love you.” your heart squeezed, but you nodded. At least he'd be back tonight. “Alright. Love you! Have fun.” You turned your back to the door as he walked out your bedroom. Your eyes were welling up with tears now that you thought you were alone. Alone with your sadness, and loneliness, and pain, and anxiety, and- 

Ithan was still standing in the doorway, a look of worry drawn on his face as he noticed the slight quivering of your shoulders. His wolf hearing catched the soft silent sobs coming from your lips. His heart sank at seeing you like this. The light and joy radiating from your bubbly personality had looked so dull all week. He hadn't mentioned it to you, thinking it was maybe just tiredness, or your period. But now he was sure it was more than that. He walks over the bed slowly, and sits down on the edge of the mattress, gently stroking your back. 

It was too much. It was the drop that made you break down completely, you couldn't hold it in anymore. You sobbed, as Ithan gently caressed your back, not pushing you to do anything more than just… feel. And let everything out. “Hey… it's okay. Let it all out…” He said, his hand moving to your hair, moving tear damp strands behind your ear. 

“Is it okay if I keep rubbing your back?” He whispers, his hand slowly halting, he wanted to make sure that you wanted it. That it wasn't making you overstimulated at the moment. You nod your head, and mumble not so graciously through sobs, “Yeah…” “Good.” He whispers, placing a kiss on your shoulder, his hand still stroking your back. 

After a few minutes, you calmed down, Ithan now holding your head against his chest, kissing your forehead and cheeks gently. “I just feel bad…” You mumble, finally retrieving the strength to speak without bursting in tears. “About what, honey?” There was no hint of judgment or amusement in his words, only pure concern and adoration. You shrug your shoulders, and bite your lip nervously, but Ithan thumbs quickly prevent you from nibbling it and bruising yourself. 

You sigh, tracing the muscle of his chest with your fingertips as you continue on, your eyes looking everywhere but into his. “Well uh… I've been feeling miserable all week and now your weekend is ruined because of me.” He had wanted to cut off your nonsense and talk over you, but he knew you needed to get these words off your chest. He sighed, “Honey… You know you could never force me into doing anything… right? If I'm staying with you, it's because I want to,” he kisses your lips gently, then pulls away and lifts your chin to look into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N. So very much.” 

Luckily, you’ve been given the whole week off from work. Sabine may be a selfish sadist, but even she understood the pains of a female wolf’s heat. It was likely the only reprieve you would be allotted as you twisted sideways onto your couch, kicking the blanket off your feet as you flipped through whatever trashy shows were on at this hour. 

The doorbell rang and you groan in response, barely summoning the energy to sit upright. Thinking that it was the pizza delivery that you placed an hour ago, you hollered across your flat with no intention of coming to the door. 

“Just leave it on the mat,” you call out. 

You waited a couple of seconds before the ear splitting ringing buzzed through your flat again. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp across your living room and yank the door open—fully prepared to give whoever it was on the other side an earful, but stop short when you catch a glimpse of the male standing in the hallway. 

Ithan Holstrom gives you a wolfish grin and briefly flashes you the box of pizza he'd undoubtedly snatched from the pizza delivery guy along with a six-pack of beer currently cradled in his arms before he’s barging into your apartment like he owned the place. The wolf makes himself right at home, plopping down on the couch and cracking a drink open. 

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at your friend. “What are you doing here?” 

The male takes a slow sip of his drink, patting the spot next to him. “It’s Friday, which means it’s movie night. I would’ve invited you over to the house, but Flynn and the girls are attempting to barbecue and I don’t really want to be there when Ruhn starts yelling at them for burning the grass in the backyard. Again.”

Shit. You’d been so distracted by the pain of your heat that you’d completely forgotten to cancel movie night with Ithan. 

“I can’t do movie night tonight.” 

Ithan twists to face you, his soft brown eyes examining you from head to toe. The messy bun you’d haphazardly thrown your hair in was nearly coming undone and spilling over the top of the thick, fluffy blanket you’d wrapped yourself in. The lounge shorts you were wearing were so short that they barely skimmed your thighs. You hadn’t bothered with pants this morning, but you did slip into your favorite Jelly Jubilee fluffy slippers—a gift from Bryce, of course. Ithan never understood your shared obsession with the Starlight Fancy toys, but he found it endearing nonetheless. 

“Do you have other plans?” 

You wave your hand over your current attire, shooting your best friend an incredulous look. “Yes, Holstrom. I clearly have a hot date to jet off to. Can’t you tell by my Jelly Jubilee slippers? I’ve been told it’s an absolute turn-on.”

Ithan rolls his eyes, fighting the smirk tugging at his lips. “Such a smartass,” he says fondly. “I’m asking because you having other plans is the only plausible reason I’ll accept for canceling movie night. Otherwise, I don’t see a reason why we can’t hang out.” 

“I’m…busy.” 

“Oh?” Ithan asks, raising a brow. “With what? Bryce is with Athalar and I’m here right now. So what else could you possibly have planned?” 

You huff in annoyance. “I have other friends, you know.” 

“Doubtful,” the wolf says with dripping sarcasm. He drums his fingers over the couch, a frown forming while his gaze flickers back up to you again. “We don’t have to hang out tonight if you don’t want to,” Ithan says softly. 

The uncertainty in his voice softens your grumpiness. You sigh, teetering over to where he’s sitting and cocooning yourself even further within the confines of your blanket. “It’s not that I don’t want to hang out,” you start, absentmindedly blowing at your bangs. “I’m just not sure that I’ll be the best company tonight.” 

Ithan cocks his head, noting the nervous shuffling of your feet. There was something different about you tonight. He couldn’t quite place it until you shifted again, bringing with you a wave of your signature scent—midnight rain and sage, tinged with a warm undertone that smelled so delicious that he had to resist pulling you into his lap just so he could catch another whiff. 

“Did you use a different soap?” Ithan asks, entirely distracted by the heavenly fragrance. “You smell really good.” 

You blush, shaking your head. “No.” Avoiding the wolf’s gaze, you stare at a spot on your pink rug. “Like I was saying, I’m not feeling that well so we have to take a rain check on tonight.” 

“Are you sick?” Ithan presses, concern flooding his eyes. He rises from the couch, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. Your knees buck underneath you from the simple touch, but your friend is too busy fussing over you to notice. “Do I need to call a medwitch? I can ask Hypaxia to come by—”

Burning fucking Solas. 

“Ithan,” you growl, drawing your friend’s attention. “Please do not summon the Queen of the Valbaran Witches for a house visit. I’m not sick. I’m just…” your eyes dart around the room as you attempt to look at literally anything else but the male standing before you. “I’m in heat.”

For what seemed like the longest ten seconds of your life, Ithan was silent. You dared to finally spare a glance in his direction, surprised to find him already looking at you. 

“Oh,” was all he said.

“Yeah, oh. Now you see why I can’t hang out.” 

He shakes his head. “I don’t care if you’re in heat. I still want to hang out with you.” 

You blink. “You’re not…grossed out by it?” 

Ithan looks at you as though you were the one acting strange. “Why would I be grossed out by it? We’re wolves. It’s normal. I mean, besides the grumpiness, I think I can manage,” he shoots you a cheeky wink that makes you chuckle. 

“Now come on, I know you’re dying to watch some godsawful romcom.” 

You roll your eyes, but the tension eases in your shoulders as Ithan beckons you to sit next to him. He passes you a slice of pizza once you’re settled in and hits play on one of your favorite movies. It was a cheesy love story, but you absolutely fell for it every time. Ithan would never admit it, but he enjoyed watching these terrible movies just as much as you did. 

The two of you fell into your usual movie night routine. The city lights dimmed outside and brought with it a cool shift in the air. Despite the blanket wrapped around your body, you still shivered as the air conditioning came on. Wordlessly, Ithan pulls you into his arms and envelopes you in his warmth. 

Not an ounce of shame sluices through you as you greedily cuddle against him, feeling his soft chuckle sweep over your skin as he adjusts the blanket around the both of you. 

Ithan pulls the string on your hoodie—his hoodie technically and pokes your cheek with it. “I thought one of the guys took this from my laundry pile. Tharion and I got into it, but as it turns out, you’re the little thief that stole my clothes.”

You childishly stick your tongue out, shoving your hands in the pockets of the Crescent City Sunball hoodie while throwing your legs over Ithan’s lap. “Not my fault you left it here. Plus, it’s comfy and it smells good. You’re not getting it back.”

The wolf grins. “Keep it,” he says, his voice dropping an octave lower. Seeing you in his clothes made him feel a strange swell of pride. Ithan liked the sight of it more than he should. “It looks good on you.” 

“Thanks,” you murmur, leaning against him to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. 

Your best friend shifts, pulling you to his side and resting his hand by your hip. You tried your best to turn your attention back to the movie, but you were suddenly hyper aware of every sensation as Ithan’s fingers trace circles along the sliver of skin peeking out from underneath his hoodie. The sweeping touch makes you freeze in place, your breathing soft and shallow as your eyes flutter close. 

It feels good—so good—to feel Ithan’s caress sweeping through your body. You release a small sigh of satisfaction that rumbles through him like crackling thunder before an oncoming storm. The two of you had cuddled plenty of times before, most of them innocent and platonic, with a few that had him wishing he’d pressed for more, but not like this. Never like this. 

The tension was so thick in the air that he could almost taste it on his tongue. Perhaps it was your heat affecting his senses, but as his fingers inched towards your ribcage, all Ithan knew was that he wanted to hear that purring sound come out of your mouth again. 

Before he could think better of it, Ithan fully pulls you into his lap, the tip of his nose brushing against your neck as his right hand roams underneath the large sweatshirt nearly swallowing you whole. He sweeps your hair over your shoulder, breathing in your scent while you shift your weight above him. 

“I meant what I said earlier,” Ithan murmurs against your skin. “You smell really fucking good.” 

You swallow thickly, desperately trying to focus on the movie playing on your television to distract yourself from how aroused you were. “Thanks. You do too. That’s mainly why I stole the hoodie.” 

“You like smelling like me?” There was a hint of a smirk in his voice, laced with an edge of possessiveness that makes your head swim.

“Mhm,” you reply, sinking back into his chest. “You smell all warm and cozy, like mahogany and pine.”

Ithan chuckles. “Good to know you find my scent so pleasing.” 

You could barely make out the words as his fingers inched higher, eliciting a shiver out of you. Despite the reaction, there was nothing but heat rushing through your veins from your close proximity. 

“You’re freezing,” Ithan observes, sounding every bit like the concerned friend that you knew and loved. Except there was something like lust and desire twisting through his features as you turned to face him. “I read that temperature irregularity is one of the main symptoms of a female wolf’s heat.”

You snort. “Been doing a lot of research on Wolf MD in your free time?” 

The male rolls his eyes. “As a matter of fact, I have. I thought it might be helpful to know just in case my best friend ever needed the information, which I was just about to share before she interrupted with her usual smartass comments.”

The thought of Ithan researching your possible symptoms was mildly amusing and also extremely heartwarming. It was just so thoughtful and kind and sweet, which was basically your friend wrapped up in three words. 

“Alright then, wolf boy. Share the remedy with the class.”

He shakes his head at your sarcastic quip. “According to the internet—which only contains true and absolute facts—” the accompanying cheeky wink makes you chuckle softly. “Skin to skin contact should help regulate your body temperature.”

A tinge of pink blooms high upon your cheeks at the suggestion. “Is this just an excuse to see me shirtless, Holstrom?” 

Ithan rolls his eyes once more, pinching your side. “I’m just telling you what the expert opinion is. Don’t shoot the messenger.” 

“So…we’re just supposed to get naked and cuddle?” 

The more you thought about it, the more enticing the idea was. You were already doing one of two of those things and the only obstruction left was the clothing between you. And you very much wanted to rid yourself of that pesky little barrier.

“That’s the general gist of it,” he says, his soft brown eyes darkening. “I think chest to chest would suffice. We can keep the blankets around us if that’ll make you more comfortable.” 

Ithan offers you a genuine smile, which almost makes you feel bad about all the filthy thoughts currently running rampant in your hormone addled brain. Almost.

You swallow, facing your friend. “Only if you’re alright with it—”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything to help you.” You didn’t doubt the declaration for one second. It was just the type of male Ithan was. “Plus, I know you’re dying for the chance to ogle my abs.”

If only he had any idea how accurate that statement was. You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to turn around. “In your dreams, Holstrom.” 

Ithan’s laughter sweeps over your skin as he faces the other way, giving you some much needed privacy. You stare at the back of his head for a brief second, weighing the consequences in your head. Cuddling was one thing, but doing it while semi-nude was completely new territory. It gave you pause, clearly on the precipice of crossing some invisible line of your friendship. The boundary that grew thinner and thinner the more the two of you spent time together. 

Unbeknownst to you, Ithan was facing the same dilemma. The wolf was more than aware that he could possibly fuck up your friendship if he took this any further, but if there was anything he learned over the past few years, it was that life was short and he was done pretending that he wasn’t crazy about you. He only hoped you shared the same sentiment. 

Throwing all caution to the wind, you quickly slip out of his hoodie before tossing it to the other end of the couch and wrapping the blanket around you. 

“You can turn around now,” you say softly. 

Ithan did so slowly, his gaze trailing up to your face as he tried his best not to let it sweep past your exposed shoulders and the lacy bra that seems to be peeking out from underneath your knit throw. He busied himself with the hem of his shirt, lifting the article of clothing over his head in one swift move. 

You didn’t have nearly as much self control as Ithan did as your eyes roamed over the expanse of his golden brown skin and the muscles that rippled underneath while he shifted closer to you. Pure electricity crackles over your skin as he pulls you into his arms once more, this time without the barrier of your clothes. You let out a pleased hum as Ithan presses you flush against his chest, his natural warmth chasing away any trace of the cold. 

“Better?” He asks, his voice rough and husky. 

A soft moan is all you can muster as you greedily wrap your arms around his neck, drowning yourself in his heat and scent. Ithan was so godsdamned intoxicating and you knew that if you ever got a taste of him—a real taste—that you’d spend the entirety of your immortal life still craving more. 

The notion wasn’t helped as he skims his fingers over the back of your bra, tracing tantalizing circles that nearly made you go out of your damned mind. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of Ithan’s neck, lips barely brushing over his tanned skin as he inhales a sharp breath. Your hands moved of their own volition, dancing over his strong back and threading through his hair, which slipped through your fingers like silk. 

Ithan stills, his breathing soft and shallow while you wrapped yourself up in him. Large hands grip the tops of your thighs, shifting your position so that you were currently straddling him. You could feel how tense Ithan was underneath you as you released his strands and ran a teasing finger through his perfectly sculpted abs. 

“Ithan?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. Your best friend’s eyes snap open, giving you a glimpse of the dark desire dancing in his chocolate gaze. “What are you thinking about?” 

“I’m thinking that touching you is the most alive I’ve ever felt. I’m thinking that your scent is so intoxicating that I want to drown myself in it.” The gruffness in his voice makes your core clench with need. “I’m thinking that I really want to fucking kiss you right now.” 

You bite your lip and Ithan’s gaze immediately zeroes in on the movement. “Then what are you waiting for, Holstrom?” 

“Such a smartass.” 

The teasing remark is the last thing you heard before Ithan closes the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours as though it was taking every ounce of self control not to ravage you right then and there. Unfortunately for Ithan you didn’t share his patience and you hungrily pressed against him for more, arching into him and causing the two of you sink into the cushions. Your lips meld together and all of Ithan’s restraint vanishes as he flips you on your back without breaking the kiss. 

You moan against his mouth as he trails his hand up your inner thigh, toying with the hem of your shorts. “There’s something else I read about your heat. A remedy to the cramps and pain that you’ve been suffering from.” 

“And what would that be?” 

Ithan smirks and the sight knocks the breath out of your lungs. He was so godsdamned pretty that it should honestly be a crime for him to walk around looking like that. “I can show you better than I can tell you,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Then by all means.” 

The male attaches his lips onto your neck as he yanks your shorts off your legs. Ithan hooks his thumb on the waistband of your lace panties, his gaze boring into you as he impatiently tosses them to the side. 

“Can I touch you?” 

You nod, barely containing the anticipation building in your chest. Gods yes. 

You hadn’t realized you’d said that last part aloud until you were met with Ithan’s smug grin. “No sarcasm for me, sweetheart?” 

“Are you going to touch me or not?” 

His soft chuckle of amusement makes your blood sing. “So impatient. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it.” 

This demanding side of Ithan wasn’t one that you’d ever seen and you instantly decided that you liked it. While you adored the caring, sympathetic best friend you were so used to, the male before you reminded you that there was still a wolf lurking underneath that soft and sweet exterior. 

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if that’s what you really want, Ithan.” 

And fuck if that didn’t make his cock twitch in his pants. 

Ithan could barely contain himself as he stroked your sex, the movement so languid and painstakingly slow. Your thighs are shaking as he hovers above you, his bicep flexing as he teases a finger over your slick folds. 

“Is this what you learned from the totally reliable internet doctors? Teasing a female in heat until she goes out of her godsdamned mind?” 

Gone was the boyish grin you loved so much and in its place was a sexy, seductive smirk that made the arousal pool in your core. 

“Actually, no,” Ithan says nonchalantly as he circles your clit. “The doctors said that orgasms help with the pain. A female in heat should cum. As often and as loudly as she likes.” 

His gaze slides over your surprised expression, drinking in the utter shock on your face. “But since you’re too busy being such a smartass, maybe I’ll let you handle it yourself.” 

You stare back at him defiantly. “Don’t you dare.”

Ithan chuckles. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to keep the sarcastic comments from coming out of your pretty little mouth.” 

He doesn’t give you the time to respond before he plunges two fingers into your soaking entrance, swallowing your moan into his mouth. Ithan curves his fingers inside of you as his tongue slips past your lips, tasting, teasing, and licking every part of you that he can get ahold of. 

You rake your nails over his back and he growls with pleasure, the sound of your name a breathy moan coming out of Ithan’s mouth. 

“Fuck. Are you always this wet, sweetheart?”

“Only for you.” 

The soft whimper drives Ithan absolutely wild. “Damn right.”

The fog of lust and heady desire threatens to swallow you whole as Ithan nips at your neck, plunging his fingers in and out as you buck against his hand. The tension in your core was threatening to unravel with every sweeping touch. 

“Gods, Ithan. That feels so fucking good.”

He responds by curving his fingers against your walls, hitting the sensitive, spongy spot that had you seeing stars. Ithan’s other hand slides behind your back, unclasping your bra without you even noticing. How the Hel was he so good at that?

A glimpse of the wolf within peeks out as he takes the lacy fabric between his teeth, discarding it over the edge of the couch without a second thought. His free hand cups your exposed breasts before his mouth claims a nipple, running a tongue over your stiff peaks with a low moan. 

“Have I ever told you how much I fucking love these?” Ithan says, utterly mesmerized by your breasts. “They’re perfect. Just like every inch of you.”

You blush at the compliment. Coming from this male, who was literally flawless in every possible way, made it that much hotter. 

“Mmm, I think you’re the perfect one out of the two of us. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re just so damn pretty.”

You giggle as Ithan peppers kisses all over your face. “I prefer devastatingly handsome. Or irresistibly sexy.” 

“Glad to see that you’re not letting the compliment go to your head, Holstrom.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my weakness.” He kisses you softly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. Ithan smiles, bright and beautiful, just for you. “Now come on sweetheart, doctor’s orders."

His thumb circles against your clit, shifting you from the sweet moment to absolute insatiable hunger for him. Your soft pants echo against the walls of your flat as Ithan urges you towards that sweet release, patiently fucking you with his fingers even though he wishes it was his cock that was inside of you instead. 

Soon, he reminded himself. He’d make you cum with his fingers before he even let himself think about his own pleasure. Ithan wanted to take care of you first.

“So close—oh gods—Ithan I’m gonna—“

Your best friend coaxes you through the orgasm, never once relenting while you ride out the high. The sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him is the prettiest thing Ithan has ever seen. You were so open, so vulnerable, showcasing a side of you that he only let himself think about in the late hours of the night. Seeing it in the flesh shattered every expectation he might’ve had. You were absolutely fucking exquisite. 

Wild eyes stare back at him, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving from the intensity of the pleasure. To his surprise, you pull him down to you, capturing his lips once again like he was your lifeline. Just when Ithan thought you couldn’t possibly turn him on even further, the desperation and neediness you were exhibiting makes his cock stiffen to the point of pain. 

Your thoughts seem to head in that direction as you reach for his crotch, palming his generous length in your hand. Ithan curses as you unbutton his jeans impatiently, eager to know if he was as big as he felt. He purrs into your mouth as you yank the fabric down over his hips, moving quickly to remove his boxers. Ithan’s brown eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grind down onto his cock, teasing him with the slightest bit of friction. 

Ithan grips your hips so hard that you were pretty sure his fingertips were marked onto your skin. At least you hoped to gods it would. “Stop fucking teasing. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you, Ithan.” You maintain eye contact as you sink down to his abs, holding his gaze as you lick your way up his six pack. “I want all of you. Right here, right now.”

You couldn’t be bothered to take things to your bedroom. Ithan drove you fucking wild. You were a female on the brink and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were filled with all of him. 

“Fuck,” Ithan curses. “Then take all of me. I’m yours, sweetheart. I always have been.”

Something like pride and satisfaction dances in the pit of your stomach before you crawl onto Ithan’s lap, bracing your hands on his chest before sinking down onto his length. The male watches every inch of him disappearing into your tight cunt, his head rolling back at how snug you felt around his cock. 

Ithan pulls you into a tight embrace as your hips roll against him, lifting higher and higher until only his tip is sheathed inside of you. 

“Now what did I say about being a fucking tease?”

You smirk before sinking down in one swift movement, your thighs clenching as you ride him with reckless abandon. Ithan can’t stop looking at you, at the way your eyes burn with fire as your moans grow louder and louder. It’s only when his name falls from your lips that he decides he’s had enough of this little game. 

Ithan flips you over, taking full control as he snaps his hips into yours. The way he’s fucking you into the couch makes you dizzy with pleasure, head nearly hanging off the armrest as he picks up the pace. It’s relentless and punishing like he’s waited far too long for this opportunity. 

That made two of you. 

“Fuck Ithan, right there. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Ithan nearly came from how vocal you were being. He’s never had someone so open to giving feedback, so unabashedly unapologetic about voicing what they liked and didn’t like in bed. You were bossy and demanding and he knew you’d make him work for it. Ithan found it incredibly fucking sexy.

“Right here?” he teases, rutting into you at the perfect angle. Ithan holds your hips down as you greedily thrash for more of him. “So eager, sweetheart. What if I want to take it slow? Really make you work for it?” 

Ithan’s thrust was shallow, barely giving you an inch or two. You dig your nails into his back, cursing all the while. He was such a godsdamned tease.

“Now is not the fucking time,” you growl into his mouth. “I’m in heat and literally begging for it. Would you deny a female pleasure?” 

“Never. But I don’t recall you asking. Tell me how you want me to fuck you and I’ll happily oblige.” 

You held Ithan’s gaze, refusing to balk from this beautiful male. No matter how intense those searing brown eyes felt on your skin. 

“I want you to fuck me hard. Rough,” you declare with confidence. “Don’t hold anything back, Ithan.” 

“Burning fucking Solas,” Ithan mutters above you. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” 

You smirk, ready to strike with another sarcastic quip but Ithan slams his hips into yours with such fervor that you could do nothing but moan in pleasure as his cock filled you to the hilt. Ever the generous male, Ithan delivers exactly what you asked for, thrusting at such a relentless pace that you could barely keep up.

Stars and time and space flit across your closed lids. Ithan was dragging out every whine and moan and pant, feasting on your overheated skin while you writhe underneath him. You could feel the beginning of another orgasm rising within you and so could Ithan by the way your walls clenched around him. The wolf traces the outline of your lips, his voice raw and ragged as he continues rutting into you. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch you cum.” 

There wasn’t a shred of sanity left in your body, but you somehow managed to open your eyes and found yourself staring back at the dark, chocolate gaze that threatened to swallow you whole. With sweat glazing over his broad shoulders and solid chest, you couldn’t help but admire Ithan in all his glory. 

He smirks as though he could read your thoughts before flicking his thumb over your clit, pushing you to the edge of that sweet release. 

His name is a prayer on your lips as you came, hurtling over the edge of yourself and into the cosmic bliss of euphoria. Ithan follows you soon after, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down on your flesh. His thrusts grow sloppy as he spurts inside of you, panting against your cheek as he spends all of himself on you. 

For a moment, there’s no sound in the room besides your heavy breathing and the background noise of the movie playing on your television. Ithan pulls out slowly and you both lie back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The gravity of what just occurred hung in the air, but you weren’t even focused on that. 

The absence of pain—gut-wrenching and agonizing pain that plagued you for the majority of the day was nowhere to be found. You squealed in delight, startling Ithan out of his recovery. 

“I know the sex was good, but there’s no need to yell.” 

“Shut up, smartass.” You roll your eyes, swatting the male on the back of his head. Ithan grumbled a complaint, but he was cut off as you threw your arms around him. “You were sent to me by Luna herself. My pain is completely gone. I guess your pervy little research paid off in the end.” 

The wolf pinched your ass, causing you to yelp. “It wasn’t pervy. I was merely trying to help my best friend.” 

“Well consider me thoroughly helped. Although I’m a little mad.” Ithan’s face contorted with worry and you can’t help the desire to kiss that expression right off his face. “We could’ve been doing that during movie nights instead of watching these cheesy rom coms the entire time.” 

He chuckles in amusement. “I happen to enjoy those movies, but I enjoy being with you even more.” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but smile nonetheless. “I mean it. I like being around you, no matter what we’re doing. Naked or fully clothed.”

“I like being around you too, Ithan. You’re probably my favorite person, but I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone.” 

He pokes your cheek. “Please. Everyone knows that you have a big, fat crush on me.” 

“In your dreams, Holstrom.” 

Ithan grins, pulling you to his chest and making the traitorous butterflies flutter around in your stomach. “You’re such a smartass,” he says, his lips hovering mere inches away from yours. “But you’re my smartass.” 

And for what seemed like the millionth time that night, Ithan kisses the absolute Hel out of you. 

“Yes, I am.” Ithan shudders when he turns away from you, only to turn back at you, glowering. “You never have time for him. Everything else is more important than me. Your studies, your friends, your work, even your guy best friends.”

You don’t have guy best friends. The most you have are Danaan and Flynn as your friends but you only met them through Lidia and only befriended them through her and through your relationship with Ithan. But they are not your guy best friends, they are friends and that is it. You also only ever spend time with them when all of your are together.

“That is not true,” you say, your voice quivering. Your feel your lower lip tremble, your lashes dampening. “I was just busy this last week.” “And the week before. And before that as well.” Ithan pauses, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “If you no longer wanted to spend time with me, you should have just said so.”

“That is not true.”

It was the last conversation you had with Ithan, packing your things on that day and leaving his place. Crying you return to your own apartment, the one you share with Lidia Cervos. She is sitting on the living room couch, her legs thrown over Ruhn’s lap, both of them laughing loudly. Your heart cracks open once again, a sob parting your lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you breath out, dashing through the corridor, back to your room, nearly stumbling over your own feet and the bags filled with things you had at Ithan’s place. Slamming the door shut behind you, you fall face forward into the bed, letting your tears run free, your weeps muffled by the pillow that slowly gets wet from your tears. A door falls close somewhere in the flat and you assume Lidia and Ruhn have gone to her room. But you thought wrong, as a soft knock sounds at your door a moment later and soon the door is opened.

“Y/N?” Lidia’s voice fills the room and your hear her walk in. You lift your head, your blurry vision hindering you from seeing the expression of her face. But you have a feeling it is pained. You and Lidia have gotten extremely close over the past years, you have helped her a lot to get out of the relationship with Pollux, offered her a place to stay and protected her, kept her safe when he showed up here. Her heart breaks when another sob slips through your lips and she hurdles over to you, sitting down the bed and cradles your face in her hands. “Oh baby, what has happened?”

Lidia swings her legs onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, her hands not leaving your face.

“Ithan and I…” A cry cuts your off and you bring your hand up, wiping the back of it over your face, under your nose. “We broke up,” you bubble, shaking your head. 

Lidia looks shocked, her eyes going wide, her lips parting. She has always pointed out what a beautiful couple you are, how perfectly you fit. She has been the one to get the two of you together, having loved the thought of one of her best friends dating one of her boyfriend’s friends. And you have been a beautiful couple, but apperently Ithan decided to throw it all away because of his jealousy or whatever. Maybe he had his reasons, but he did not tell you them.

“Why?” Lidia asks carefully, lying down on the bed next to you. You shift a little, cuddling up to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her arm around you, hand softly stroking your back. 

“I don’t know,” you breathe, tasting the salty tears in your mouth. “He said I did not spend enough time with him. That I rather spend time with everyone else but him.”

Lidia huffs loudly and gives her head a little shake — as good as it possible why lying. “That is bullshit, you have been at his place every weekend.”

“That was not enough I think.” You brush your face over her shoulder, feeling a little guilty as there is already a damp spot on her shirt. “You think he really does not laugh me anymore?”

Lidia turns her head a little. “I think he still loves you a lot. He loved you so much before, he would not just stop loving you. I think he might have different reasons.”

And he had, but you only find out about them later, for now your are bathing in your pain, the ache in your chest only getting more rather than vanishing. 

Lidia stays with you that night, holding you in her embrace the whole night and letting you sob until you have no tears left to cry. 

You wake up in the morning with red puffy eyes, your face swollen and your throat dry. Lidia and you have breakfast together, and later you make yourself a girls day, filled with face masks, and nail care and movies. She tells you that she sent Ruhn away last night, telling him that you were her priority then and he understood. He understood. He understood other than Ithan, that there sometimes are other priorities but that she still loved him the same way. 

It is a week after your breakup when Lidia is once again in your room, rummaging around in your closet. “That one?” She tosses a bright red and way too short dress at you and you huff a no.

“Well then that one?” Now a black dress comes flying at you and Lidia throws you a warning look when she leans backwards and looks at you around the door of your closet. 

You pick the dress up and look at it, it has low cut outs and some transparent pieces. You pull one shoulder up, shrugging a little. “I am not sure.” You are not sure for more than one reason. You don’t feel yourself so much after the breakup with Ithan, you don’t know if you will feel comfortable and secondly, it was Ithan's favourite dress on you. Would this just rip open the wounds again? You aren’t sure, but when you meet Lidia’s pleading eyes you say yes. It is Ruhn’s birthday party — he is celebrating at a club and you really did not want to go but Lidia was persistent, saying you need to get out again, mingle a little and really need the distraction. So you agreed. She also said she would really like to have you there, not yet having fully connected with Bryce and would love to have her best friend with her. So you agreed not wanting her to be alone, but in the back of your mind regret takes root. You know Ithan will be there as well. Ruhn was his friend, he was definitely invited. 

A cab drops you off at the venue, a long lineup of club goers already waiting to get inside. But Lidia takes your hand, pulling you past those people, past the people smoking outside the club, until you come to a halt in front of the door and a big Hulk-like male that gives the two of you a once over. 

“We are on the guest list for Ruhn Danaan,” Lidia says casually. The man checks but still asks to see your IDs. He checks them as well and lets you pass with the wave of his hand. 

You heart is thrumming in your chest when you follow Lidia through the crowd of dancing people, strobe lights flash from above and all around you, otherwise the club would be completely dim. 

“He is here!” you shout to your best friend over the loud music, pointing forward, your heart now beating in your throat. 

“I know, I am sorry, Y/N,” Lidia says, squeezing your hand tightly while pulling you with her. Seeing Ithan would anyway be inevitable, but still your stomach churns as you have no idea how to approach him. Would you two speak?

Ithan’s eyes, full of pain and an emotion you cannot quite place, land on you the moment you get up the VIP area and Lidia greets her boyfriend with a passionate kiss. YOu obviously follow, wishing him all the best for his birthday before greeting the others. 

Ithan watches you with a stoic expression when you wave your hand at him. He does not greet you, just looks at you and your heart cracks open. It is like he is blaming you. Like you made a mistake while he was the one to break up with you. Tipping his glass to his lips he downs it in one gulp. 

You are getting angry, your gaze holding his until arms wrap around your waist from behind you.

Tristan’s head appears next you and he beams. “Hello, beautiful. Haven't see you in a while, how are you?”

“Fine,” you mumbled, trying to turn in his hold or rather leave his embrace. But then—

“You want to dance?”

“I was just about to offer you a drink,” —Tristan holds up two glasses—- “but dancing sounds like fun.”

“Drinking as well. Thank you!” You take the glass from his hands, clink his with it and then down it in one. He does the same. 

If Ithan thinks that you spend too much time with the other boys, which was bullshit, you would show him how much you love spending time with them. It was super silly and on the edge of childish, but he had no right to be pissed right then, he was the one who broke up with you. 

You follow Tristan who is holding you hand onto the dance floor, he turns you to him, grinning brightly. "I assume we are trying to make wolf-boy jealous?”

“He is already jealous,” you groan, moving your hands up chest his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath the shirt while his own hands find their place on your waist. 

“Yeah, but I think we are just adding oil to the fire.” A wicked glint appears in Tristan’s, his hands just moving his hands a little lower. “He has been miserable the past week,” Tristan shouts, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear.

“He broke up with me, you remember?” You tip your head to the side, eyes widening.

“I know, but you know why?” “Because apperently I have neglected him,” you grumble.

“Hmm.” You shake your head. 

He takes one hand of yours into his, swirling you away from him. Your hair shifts over your shoulder and lifts. Irritation coats your insides, but still you force a grin to your lips. Wanting Ithan to hurt just like you did — although you actually don't it. You don’t really know what you want. (imagine rude boy by Rihanna playing)

Flynn pulls you back to him while you sing a long to the text. Through the crowd you directly meet Ithan’s gaze, he has already been looking at you —glowering. Anger is etched into his features, his eyes like burning coals. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Is you big enough?

Tristan turns you a little, pulling you closer to him, his hands come to rest on your waist. You move your hands up, your butt grinding a little against his front. You continue singing, your eyes are closed. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Can you get it up?

But when you open your eyes again, you don’t see Ithan anymore. Has he left? Have you taken it too far?

You clamp down on the regret that bubbles up inside of you and turn back to Tristan, hands sliding up to his neck. 

“He has left,” you say matter-of-factly. Tristan parts his lips but right when he wants to say something, you feel another pair of hands on your hips.

“Fuck off, Flynn, get away from my girl!” Ithan growls behind you and you are pulled back towards his hard chest. You startle, fuming. “I am no longer your girl, Ithan!” you growl out when your head whips to him.

It looks like all life whooshes out of him, his eyes widen, his lower lip trembling. “We need to talk,”he shouts over the music, but you shake your head.

“Don’t tell me what I have to do!”

Ithan turns you in his hold, eyes full of pain when they catch your gaze. “Please, let us talk.”

Slowly you find yourself nodding, hurt radiating from every fiber of his body. “Okay,” you said and lean upwards a little, his scent of cologne, of wood and nature filling your nostrils. 

Ithan lets you lead, you guiding the two of you through the crowd of people until your are outside where people are lingering on the fringes, smoking. 

You try to find a place that is not so full of people and so you stop right next to the wall of the building, leaning against it and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Now?” You raise a brow.

“Forgive me please,” Ithan says, his voice quivering and hoarse. He braces his hands on the wall beside you, leaning closer. 

“All of a sudden? Did it really need Tristan and me dancing that you realise you made a mistake?” Ithan’s throat works on a swallow, will fury blazes through your veins. You glare at him, feeling tears burn behind your eyes. 

“No,” Ithan bites out, his hand forming a fist and he punches the wall a little. “Please, forgive me. I have been such an idiot. It all got too much. The weekend I broke up with you was the anniversary of Connor’s death. I just couldn’t handle my emotions. And then you went out with Lidia instead of me and helped Ruhn choose a birthday cake and I just once again felt like everyone I love is leaving me.”

A tears runs out of Ithan’s eye and your heart shatters. You place your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. “Oh Ithan,” you breathe. Ithan’s mask slowly cracks open further, his lips quivering, his hands trembling. “You should have told me,” you say in a low voice, your own eyes watering.

“I tried to. But I thought you no longer loved me and I would just break up so you are not leaving me. It was stupid and selfish.”

“You are right it was stupid, but not selfish. You wanted to break you heart, Ithan. Oh gods!” You pull on his shoulders, bringing him closer to you, before curling your arms around his neck. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about the anniversary of Connor’s death.”

Ithan exhales loudly into the crook of your neck, his tears falling to your skin. “I did not want you to see me so weak.”

“Ithan you are my boyfriend, I want to see all of you. You are not weak if you mourn your brother’s death.” 

He pulls back a little, staring at you with big, pain-filled eyes. Another tears slips out of the corner and you quickly brush your thumb over it. “You boyfriend?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards. “So I am forgiven.”

“You shattered my heart into pieces, there is a lot more you have to do to make up for it, but yes, you are a little tiny bit forgiven.”

“I can promise some making up tonight. You are coming back home with me, yes?”

You smile at him. “Yes, but only if you promise that we talk about things from now on. Everything. I want you to share with me what you are feeling, what you are going through. I want you to talk to me about Connor. I don’t want you have to deal with that all alone.”

Ithan inclines his head and then leans in to kiss your forehead. “I promise I will!”

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You would have an endless supply of hoodies. He definitely feels really proud when he sees you wearing them. And he pretends to be annoyed when most of them have disappeared from his closet, but honestly he doesn't mind.

Loves cuddling. He likes to be the big spoon, holding you as close as physically possible. He also likes laying on top of you with his head on your chest, especially if you play with his hair (which is definitely very soft because he also steals Flynn's hair products).

Protective alphahole. He's always hovering at parties with the frat pack and keeping an eye on you to make sure no one tries touching his mate.

Speaking of alphaholes, you're gonna have to put up with a lot of loving teasing from his roommates. It was probably awkward at first, but soon they were as attached to you as they are Ithan.

He also goes to them for relationship advice, until Bryce scolded him for it and for not asking her instead.

Very affectionate. He's always got his hand in yours or his arm around you and kisses your cheeks or lips whenever you're out and about. Sends you good morning texts if you wake up without him, or if you're in his room and he had to go out early, he'd leave you a little hand written note.

Type of person to call you while you're on your lunch break at work just to tell you he loves you.

You'd work out together, and if that's not your thing, he'd have you help him. Like holding his feet while he does sit ups, and every time he gets up he gets a kiss. Sitting on his back while he does pushups.

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Now for the spice.

At first Ithan was hesitant about things in the bedroom. He was reserved, holding himself back because he doesn't want to hurt you, which leads to some very vanilla sex.

You'd have to beg him to be rougher, to try some different things out. But what really spurred him into action was his alphahole jealousy. Sees someone (probably Tharion) flirting with you and something just snaps.

After that, he's passionate and claiming. Makes sure you feel so good your mind goes blank.

For every orgasm he has, you've had three. Ithan likes to give as much as he likes to receive.

Although he doesn't know which he likes more: you falling apart beneath him while he devours you, or you on your knees for him with his dick in your mouth.

I think he has a breeding kink (but this is honestly just something I head canon for all wolf-related characters, fenrys moonbeam included). He loves finishing in you and then pushing it back in. Likes to hold your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he cums.

Big fan of marking you up, but if you leave marks on him? Forget it, he's cumming within seconds.

He has a praise kink. Goes both ways for him, loves to give you praise and tell you what good girl you are. But he also likes being told how good he is.

Ithan walked to Ruhn’s door, the male wasn’t on the other side, then Flynn’s room, same result, Declan’s door was next, and again there was nothing to indicate a person on the other side.

A loud, high pitched shriek sounded through the house. It sounded like Sam, and it certainly came from her room. His wolf senses went off, and the male walked to her room on instinct. The yell hadn’t sounded like she was in danger, but maybe there was a spider and he could kill it for her, and she’d thank him with a kiss… or something.

Something was clouding his judgment, because when he got to Sam’s bedroom door, he grabbed the handle and opened it, not bothering to knock.

“Sam-Oh.” Ithan didn’t know what to do, where to look.

Samantha was sprawled out across her bed, completely naked. Flynn’s cock was down her throat, the male’s dark eyes were glaring at him in warning. Her legs were thrown over Dec’s shoulders, the male buried inside her. And Ruhn stared at him from her stomach, his mouth glistening from her arousal. Holy fuck.

“I am so sorry,” Ithan started, but he couldn’t move. How many times had this happened while he was home? How had he not noticed before?

“If you’re going to watch, you might want to put on something more than a towel,” Flynn snorted. He turned his attention to Sam, who was still lightly sucking at his cock. He caressed her face with his fingers. She blinked at him. “And if you want to join, lock that fucking door.”

Declan and Ruhn took their last looks at Ithan before turning their attention back to Samantha. The Crown Prince attached his mouth to her clit, earning a choked moan. Declan resumed his thrusts.

“Join?” Ithan gaped at Samantha. She winked at him, mouth too busy to talk.

“Either get in, or get out, wolf,” Declan growled, not looking up.

Fuck it. Ithan unwrapped his towel from his waist, his hardened cock aching. Ithan had never been in this situation before, and he wasn’t too sure what to do, but he took up the space on the other side of Sam’s head. She released Flynn from her mouth, which he answered with a growl. She shushed him before turning to the wolf and licking his cock. He shuttered.

Samantha hand went to fist Flynn, who was not happy of losing his place in her mouth. He could punish her for it later. She moaned on Ithan’s cock, letting her throat adjust to him, when Declan hit a particularly delish spot, Ruhn answered by sucking harder.

“Fuck,” Dec growled, thrusting faster.

Ithan couldn’t do anything but stare at Samantha, how she bobbed her head on his cock. Gods, she was hot. He should have moved in sooner.

Ruhn replaced his mouth with his finger, rubbing circles into the sensitive numb. “Come on baby girl,” he cooed at her. Sam clenched around Declan’s cock, begging him for more, he obliged, obviously. She came on the next thrust, Ruhn making her ride it out. Declan came shortly after, filling her with his seed.

Declan removed himself from her, kissing her neck on his way out. He traded spots with Ruhn, who wasted no time before settling his cock into her soaked pussy. Samantha gave Ithan and Flynn turns with her mouth while Ruhn fucked her. Flynn ran his hands through her hair, Declan licked and suckd and nipped at her body. Ithan opted to keep his hands to himself, knowing for damn sure Fae males were easy to piss off when they were horny. He could explore her body later, if she let him.

Ruhn came, bringing Sam with him. His cum, mixed with Dec’s dripping out of her. Flynn didn’t move to go fuck her. Instead he removed his cock from her mouth and laid her head down. They all stared at the wolf.

“Well?” Flynn asked Ithan, fingers massaging Sam’s jaws, giving her face sloppy kisses.

“I’m confused,” the wolf panted.

“Make her cum,” Ruhn said, gesturing down Sam’s body. The smell of arousal was heavy in the air.

“You could start by licking her thighs,” Declan suggested, “She wiggles, but she likes it.”

Samantha’s eyes widened when Ithan moved down her. He took a shaking breath, this close to her core was driving his instincts insane. He swallowed once before sticking out his tongue and licking the inside of her thigh. Samantha shrieked, like she had before, and slammed her legs closed. Oh, so it tickled. His eyes darkened.

“Be a good girl for Ithan, now,” Flynn ticked his tongue at her. Declan and Ruhn had more direct action, grabbing an ankle each and holding her legs open.

Ithan licked up the length of her thigh, before going back down, teasing the other with his fingers. Sam whimpered and wiggled underneath him. He went to her other leg, shuttering when his face reached the apex. Her scent was intoxicating.

“No,” Sam whined when he went to lick her again. Ithan froze. “Just fuck me, wolfy.”

“Look at our Sammy,” Flynn grinned, “Begging a dog for his cock. Maybe we should bend you over, baby girl. Would you like that?” Sam nodded. “Use your voice, baby”

“Bend me over, Ithan,” her eyes were clouded with lust when she looked at him.