This body of work is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen and you may be at risk of malware. Please do not support these sites as it takes long hours of hard work and effort to write a book. Head over to Wattpad and let me, the original author, know if you come across this situation by finding me @greenwitchwrites.

Skylar

My eyes peel open only to be met with darkness. I have no idea what time it is. The last thing I remember was successfully hyperventilating. "I must have passed out," I say tersely, slapping my head. Instead of my hand hitting my forehead, it hits a small face cloth plastered along the area just below my hairline. I peel it off and throw it on the marble floor next to the bed.

My body is moving slightly up and down... except, that's not my breathing. I realize my predicament and exactly where I am, lying between Dmitri's legs, my back flush with his chest. Everywhere skin touches, small tingles kiss the flesh like a whisper, the small hairs on my arms rising in response as goosebumps erupt all over my body.

He is propped up at a forty-five-degree angle, his arms wrapped around my waist, which is only half covered, as the maroon shirt I had on last night has ridden up midway during my sleep. I'm flooded with relief that my boobs are at least covered, but that relief is short-lived when I realize I am only in my panties. They are not my sexiest. Not granny panties, more like bikini panties, so not bottom of the barrel. Embarrassment floods me, knowing Dmitri has seen me like this. There is no bedcover on us, which makes me feel exposed even in the dark.

I can feel something hard poking my lower back. Big and hard. I know what that is.

"If you carry on moving, you're going to make it worse. Go back to sleep, it's way too early in the morning," he says in a grumpy, sleepy tone from behind.

I relax, putting my full weight back on him and lying quietly, trying not to move. But the feeling of his arms around my waist and the raging hard-on I can feel poking uncomfortably in my lower back are turning me on. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to stop the wetness that is seeping out and pooling in my panties.

"You can feel me, but I can smell you, Skylar." His husky voice grates through the air, the sound of it, coupled with the words, igniting small furnaces on my cheeks.

His hands draw lazy circles on my bare stomach. Little tingles trail wherever his fingers touch, and I wonder how they would feel inside me. I'm so turned on right now. His finger traces the edge where my panties meet skin. I can't help the small moan that escapes my mouth.

Before I know what's happened, he has moved me off his body, so that I am lying with my back on the bed next to him. I'm surprised by the sudden movement, especially since I can't see anything. It just dawns on me that he can probably see me just fine. His lycan sight adapts to the dark much better than mine.

I feel him prop himself up on his elbow next to me, his other hand continuing with the circles on my stomach. I try to make eye contact with him, but I cannot see anything. I can feel his warm breath fanning my face as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

"Do you like this, Skylar?" His fingers once again trace the place where my panty meets skin. His finger is resting just under the edge of the elastic band. I close my eyes, goosebumps plaguing my body as I nod in silent answer to his question, willing his fingers to edge down. Down to where I need them.

"Words, Skylar," he whispers in my ear again, his lips grazing my earlobe and sending delicious chills down my body.

"Yes," I whisper, shuddering as another finger joins the first finger moving along the underside of my panties. I have to consciously stop myself from forcing his hand lower. It's torture.

"Do you want more, Skylar?" He licks my earlobe, a place I didn't know until now could be such an erogenous zone.

"Yes," I croak out, unable to even think at this point.

This must be the most erotic moment of my life. His hand slides into my panties, over my mound, his finger finding the source of the wetness. The tingles as he touches me heighten my sensitivity, and I buck into his touch. He strokes between my folds, coating his fingers in my wetness. He enters me slowly, his palm grinding against my clit as he pushes his finger deeper. It's pure fucking ecstasy. He pulls the digit out before I feel pressure, and then two large fingers enter my pussy, stretching me wider than I have ever been stretched.

He shifts next to me, sitting up and moving further down the bed. His free hand pushes my legs open and down towards the bed. I feel so exposed, the only saving grace being the darkness, though I'm still not sure how well he can see. I can feel his breath on my clit as he leans down and breathes in deeply, scenting my arousal.

A growl escapes him, and he sits back up, all the while continuing to pump his two fingers into my wet pussy, his palm rubbing against my clit. His other hand is now working his dick in rhythm to his fingers. I can feel the bed moving with every jerk. He speeds up, harder and faster, hitting a spot so deep that I shudder. I am meeting his thrust with my own. I moan out in pleasure, feeling the pressure building.

"Dmitri, I-I'm close," I moan as he quickens his pace, both on himself and me. My body shudders as my eyes squeeze shut tightly, a loud, wanton moan escaping me as I come harder than ever before. My vagina is pulsing around Dmitri's fingers, and I hear a guttural moan beside me, followed by come hitting my stomach in bursts as Dmitri finishes. He falls back onto the bed next to me.

Oh my god, did I kill him? I jump up quickly, rolling off the opposite side of the bed, searching for the lamp switch.

I'm panicking. Please, not again. I find the switch and flip it on, taking in the sight in front of me. The bed is a fucking disaster, but more importantly, Dmitri is lying there, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"Dmitri," I squeak, terrified. His eyes fly open, I assume from the high-pitched tone of my voice, which I nearly don't recognize. Relief floods me, and I flop down onto the bed, forgetting about the come on my stomach, which smears all over the sheets. Fuck. What a mess.

"Thank gods, you're okay," I mumble, pushing myself back off the bed that is now uninhabitable.

He sits up, staring at me as if I have lost my mind.

"Of course I'm okay. Better than okay, actually. Why wouldn't I be?" He is suspicious. I can hear it in his tone.

"Nothing," I say cheerfully, backing away from the bed.

"I'm going to wash up. I'll see you now," I blurt out, bolting out the door. I run past the TV and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I behold myself in the mirror. My hair is probably faring the best as the braid is still in from last night, and, barring a few stray strands, it doesn't look too bad. It's probably a party at the very back, but at this point in time, what I can't see can't hurt me. What I can see, though, is Dmitri's scent mixed in with mine, more pungent around my waist where his come is smeared all over my midriff. Okay, I say to myself, a little taken aback.

My cheeks are rosy red, my eyes are sparkling. My skin looks radiant, almost glowing. I peel my top and panties off, running them under the tap to rinse off all the juices, before throwing them into the wash hamper by the door, along with my bra.

I loosen my braid and climb into the shower, letting the warm water pound on my back for a couple of minutes before I wash. Thankfully, I was so panicked just now that I didn't even notice if Dmitri's cock was out when I turned on the light. That would have been awkward. I also didn't feel the full brunt of the embarrassment, having just shamelessly had the best orgasm of my life with a big, hulking, brooding Lycan. Just thinking about it makes me wet again. Not good, I say to myself as I dry off.

I put my ear to the bathroom door, trying to hear if Dmitri is on the other side. Deciding I hear nothing, I open the door and step into the walk-in closet, pulling a blue strappy top over my head and some sleeping shorts.

I head back to the bedroom, bracing myself for what is coming. As I enter the room, I notice the sheet has been changed, the soiled one lying on the floor by the door. Dmitri is lying under the covers, phone in hand. He abruptly stops as I enter, putting it down on the side table, his eyes never leaving mine as I walk to the other side of the bed.

"So...no awkwardness, okay?" I say, blushing profusely. I lift the cover and climb in.

Dmitri still hasn't said a word. I lie down, pull the cover over my body, and face the opposite direction. Looking at him right now would be way too perplexing.

He clears his throat before saying, "What was that just now?"

I roll over onto my side, now facing him. "Can't we just forget it?" Some desperation seeps into my voice.

"No, Skylar, we can't. You will tell me. It doesn't have to be now, but when we wake up."

"Fine. Later." I agree, rolling back over.

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch?" Dmitri asks.

"After what just happened, is there any point?" He says nothing but doesn't leave either. While his presence next to me is nerve-racking, as time goes by, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Until eventually sleep takes me.

Please don't forget to comment and vote!