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Authors: Mina Carter

Tags: #Paranormal (werewolf) romantic erotica

He was silent, taking her lead until they reached her door. Opening it a crack, she paused and looked up at him. Nerves shimmied through her stomach. She didn’t do this. Didn’t take guys back to her room for sex. Ever. Her last relationship had been long term, and it had taken months before they’d…

“Stop thinking.” The order was a harsh whisper as he bent to brush his mouth over hers. They caught, then clung and she parted her lips to let him slide within. The kiss was soft, but thorough, only their lips touching and their fingers laced. It was a promise, and the heat lurking behind the softness made her shiver.

She tried to move closer but he stopped her with a finger on her lips.

“Impatient.”

“Hell, yeah.” Impatient wasn’t the word. A growl in her throat, she yanked on his lapels and pulled him into the room. A quick kick shut the door and she shoved him against it, pinning him between her and the heavy wood.

Reaching on her tiptoes, she mashed her lips against his. Their exchanges so far had been hot, but restrained in a way, as though he were courting her gently. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted the power leashed within him. They were wolves, and when wolves came together, it was always primal.

Thighs parted, he cradled her with his bigger body, driving his hands into her hair to deepen the kiss. She opened for him eagerly, the fire in her blood raising her temperature. Her skin was too hot, her clothes too tight…and the only remedy was his hands on her. Soothing her. Stroking her. Touching her.

She moaned as his tongue stroked along hers again, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more of everything. Breaking away with a gasp, she kissed the corner of his lips. He growled, fingers digging into her hair, his strong hand cupping the back of her neck. Her lips trailed along his jaw. The slight stubble there prickled against her soft skin.

Driven by need, she lifted onto her toes again to nip his lower lip. A love bite, no more, but the effect was instantaneous. The rumble of pleasure in the back of his throat became a full on growl and within a heartbeat she found herself spun and pinned against the door.

“Little lady wants to play rough, huh? We can do that,” he muttered against her lips, then kissed her again. This time, no holds barred. He kissed like she was the only thing in the world, his entire reason for existence. With a slide of his tongue over her lips, he demanded access, driving inside with the dominance she sensed the moment she’d first seen him. Gently spoken and courtly, he was still a wolf in wolf’s clothing—the most dangerous kind.

She gasped when he pulled her away from the door, hands on her thighs as he bent slightly and lifted her off her feet. Without breaking the kiss, he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, a wave of pure heat hitting her as the thick bar of his cock rubbed and pressed over her clit. By the moon, if that move wasn’t practiced, she’d never seen one that was.

Turning them, he strode toward the bed. She rocked her hips as he walked, pleasuring them both. He couldn’t get them to the bed quick enough for her. Arms around his broad shoulders, she teased him with her kiss, loving the feeling of his strong fingers digging into her ass. Her dress was around her waist but she didn’t care.

Hard and fast, or slow and hard…she didn’t care how he wanted to play …as long as they got to the playing. And soon. Pulling the silk wrap from his hair, she freed the long dark locks to flow over his shoulders. He pulled back as they stood at the edge of the bed and caught her eye. No speech was necessary, the electricity and tension arching between them said more than words ever could. A connection she felt down to her wolf soul.

Slowly, he leaned forward, laying her on the bed and following her down in one smooth movement. Their hands were everywhere. Hers on his shoulders, shoving the jacket from them as his slid up her legs. It was a race. One that he won as he pulled her panties to the side and swept his fingertips between her slick pussy lips.

“Ohhh…” Her hands went slack as he did it again and fire cartwheeled through her veins. Oh, fuck, that was good. Good with a side of her neglected sex drive roaring into action. She needed this, anticipation filling her at the thought of him sliding that thick, long cock deep inside her.

“Like that? Plenty more where that came from, my lady.” He brushed his lips along her neck. Not kissing precisely, but scenting, tasting. Then, as he found her clit and rubbed in light circle, he parted his lips and bit her neck. His blunt human teeth pressed into the skin lightly and she jerked, pure pleasure flooding her body at the fake bite.

He wouldn’t bite her for real, not during sex. Such an act would bind them, mate them, and no one wanted an accidental mate. But the fantasy deepened her need and the sensations coursing through her body. It was a common lover’s game, and playing it with him took her arousal to the boiling point.

He chuckled against her skin. She growled back at him. The damn sexy bastard knew what he was doing to her. She didn’t get the chance to growl again because at that moment he slid two fingers deep into her pussy. Liquid heat flooded her body. He brought his thumb into action, stroking her clit as he finger fucked her.

She gasped and wriggled, rocking her hips against him to get more penetration. He had big hands, strong fingers but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Thicker. Harder. She needed his cock and she needed it now. Yesterday.

Teeth clenched, she grabbed hold of the back of his hair and pulled so he had to look at her. “Quit fucking about,” she ordered. “And get on with it.”

Chapter Four

 

God, he loved a woman with spirit. Nick curled his lip back and snarled as he looked down at her. The sharp bite of her nails and the pull of his hair tested his control and he knew without looking that the amber of his wolf had leeched into his eyes. Didn’t matter, the darkness in hers said she liked it.

Same with the snarl because she whimpered and bared her neck to him. Offering herself. The supplication of a female to her mate. Mate. He bent down to run his lips along her neck again. Even though all he wanted to do was part her legs and sink his cock into her at the same moment he drove his fangs into the fleshy part between her neck and shoulder, he held off. Mating was so not in the cards. Not for them.

Shoving his fingers deep again, he curled them back and sought the soft spot buried deeply within her. A smile curved his lips when he found it, and her body jerked, and then rewarded him with another rush of liquid heat. Fuck, she was so responsive. Even now he could tell she wasn’t far off. The clench of her tight little cunt around his fingers was rhythmic and increasing in tempo. Her hips rocked in time to his thrusts and the sexy little sounds that spilled from her lips had his cock pulsing in protest at being trapped in his pants.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, easing his way off the bed with his fingers still deep inside her. The view from between her spread thighs was breathtaking. Yielding to impulse, he twisted his wrist and leant forward to flick his tongue over the swollen bud of her clit.

The effect was electric. Her scream echoed from the walls, her body clenching hard around his fingers as she came. A snarl erupted from his throat. He snatched his fingers free and replaced them with his tongue, stabbing it deep to collect the liquid rush of her release. Greedy growls echoed in his chest as her taste exploded in his mouth. Earthy and female, wild and primal. Utterly addictive.

Her body shook with the after tremors but he didn’t stop. He used his tongue like a fine cello, drawing out the melody of her climax, then gentling her as the waves stopped. Then delicately, he started to draw responses from her again. Built the rhythm and symphony once more until she was gasping, the fingers of one hand buried in his hair while the other mangled the sheets.

“Oh, fuck…yes. That’s it,” she moaned, the scent of a woman in the height of need teasing his nostrils once more. She was hot. Ready. “Nick… please.”

He teased her more, flicking his tongue over her clit in rapid-fire movements. Contortionist wasn’t the word as he eased out of his shirt without lifting his mouth from her sweet pussy. Pants followed, his engorged cock slapping against his stomach. Moon alone knew how he managed his footwear but then he was naked, and released her clit with a little
pop
to crawl up her body.

“The dress…” he managed, shoving her legs apart, a little rough in his need.

“Don’t care,” she panted, her hair a golden halo around her head. Her cheeks were flushed with color. “Can’t stand it anyway. Rip it off.”

Gods…
yes
. He didn’t need a second invitation. His claws burst free from the ends of his fingers and the sound of tearing cloth filled the air. The dress gave up without a fight, torn away and flung over his shoulder to reveal her gorgeous body beneath him. His breathing stuttered but he kept it together long enough to deal with her underwear in the same way, the scraps of satin and lace joining their companion on the floor a few seconds later.

She was…perfection personified. His cock jerked at the sight of her breasts, larger than he’d expected on her small frame but perfectly formed and tipped with dusky nipples that made his mouth water.

“Like?” Her voice was a soft rasp, the sound of her beast evident in the hoarseness.

“Oh, yeah…” To prove the point, he dropped his hips to hers, fitting the hard bar of his cock against the grove of her pussy lips and rocked his pelvis. “Yeah, I like. I like a lot.”

She bit her lip, eyes rolling back as he teased her with his cock. Every so often he’d stop, cock pressed to her clit and circled his hips. Her soft whimper and the movement of her hips was all the reward he needed.

“You’re gorgeous. So hot…” He bent to flick his tongue over one tight nipple. She moaned, arching her back for more, but he had other things in mind. Pulling back, he abandoned the slick groove of her lower lips in favor of fitting the broad head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy.

She stilled, opening her eyes to look into his as, slowly, he began to push forward.

*

Oh shit. He was big.

Like, way big.

Isla froze, all her focus concentrated on her pussy and the slow invasion of Nick’s thick, wide cock. It didn’t hurt, not quite, thanks to the slick wetness of the orgasm he’d brought her to, but she hadn’t had sex in a couple of years so the delicate tissues weren’t used to this kind of action. Hell, any kind of action. She had sex toys, but on a normal day she was too exhausted to do more than think about pulling them out of the drawer before she fell asleep.

He watched her as he pushed. The broad head of his cock breeched her, forcing her pussy wide to accommodate him. Pleasure rolled through her. Hell, yeah, that felt good. His jaw tightened, dark hair swinging forward against his stubble-covered jaw as he pushed farther. He didn’t pull back, didn’t give her any let up. Just drove forward with a slow, but insistent pressure.

Her pussy gave, stretching around him, with a delicious friction that made her toes curl. She throbbed around him, clit aching in companionship, but he wasn’t done. He didn’t stop until his hips met hers and that thick, hard shaft was buried deeply inside her. Her pussy pulsed around him.

“Fucking
hell!
” he cursed, fist bunched in the covers by her head. “Don’t move yet. You’re so tight. I might explode.”

No worries on the not moving. She felt strung out and pinned down at the same time. Impaled by his cock, she fought the ache in her cunt and the need to breath. The silence in the room was broken only by the rasps of their panting.

The ache in her pussy subsided and she clenched around him experimentally. He cursed again, head back, jaw clenched. The need to move took over. She needed it more than food or water, air. Her world narrowed until it contained only the two of them on the bed.

“Don’t,” he warned, reading her intent in her eyes, but she couldn’t stop. Her hips worked of their own accord, rocking against him. His cock slid within her, pressed tightly against her inner walls. She gasped, pleasure hitting her like a hail of bullets. His curse barely registered as she did it again.

His snarl echoed around the room and he grabbed her wrists, hauling them above her head. Her eyes snapped open to find his maxed out with his wolf.

“I warned you,” he rumbled. “Now, it’s my turn to play.”

He pulled back then slammed into her in one hard thrust that had her crying out. His possession was hard and fast, powerful in its intensity. Each pull had him sliding over nerve endings she didn’t know she had, and each thrust sent a cascade of pleasure through her so completely, her vision greyed at the edges. He moved over her, within her. Possessed her utterly. Watched her with molten amber eyes.

Tension wound through her body again, like spiked balls rolling through her veins to find anchor points. Each one leading to her pussy and clit, pulling each time she moved, or he thrust. His grip on her wrists changed, both caged easily by one big hand as he moved the other down to cover her breast. Breathing ragged against the side of her neck, he rolled and teased her nipple between callused fingers in time to his thrusts. She gave up any pretense, even to herself, of being in control and relaxed, yielding herself fully to him.

“Good girl,” he breathed, obviously sensing the change and rewarded her with soft nips along her neck. The feel of his teeth on her skin, bite play, sent her arousal soaring. Her breathing caught, her pussy clenching…

“Oh gods, I’m gonna come,” she gasped, unable to hold in the feeling. How had he done this to her? Brought her to the edge so quickly, so close together.

“Come.” His order was hard and absolute. “I want to watch your face as you do, feel the rush over my cock.”

Never one to do something just because she was told, she tried to fight it. Really she did. The feelings coursing through her body were just too good to stop now. For it to be over so soon. She knew men. Once they were done, he’d roll over, fart, and go to sleep.

Then he upped the ante.

“Scream my name.” He pushed into her hard, paused and rolled his hips. Her clit, caught between them, throbbed with pleasure. “But don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you yet. Scream my name, then I’ll fuck you all over again.”

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