Wild Heat (Wilding Pack Wolves 3) - New Adult Paranormal Romance (11 page)

The wildness inside him wanted to
possess
her.

He gasped for air and broke the kiss.

What the fuck was he doing?

Terra’s lips were swollen, her mouth hanging open from his domination of it.

“What do I have to do…” His chest heaved against hers, his hardened muscles pressing against the infinite softness of her body. “To keep you from leaving?”

Her breath caught, and her eyes hooded. Arousal mixed with the smell of hot skin and that scent that was deliciously
her.
No words were necessary. He could feel the tension quivering her body, see the need in her eyes. And all of it was turning his cock into granite.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Terra Wilding.” That damn whimper again.
Jesus,
he was losing his mind with this. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”

Then he plundered her mouth again, and this time, she kissed back. Reaching and biting at him. He held her still pinned to the wall as he devoured her sweetness. Then he tasted his way across her jaw and down her neck. He needed her clothes
off
fucking
now.
He released her wrists and dropped his hands to her body. One squeezed her breast hard—
fuck,
it fit perfectly in his hand—while the other cupped her ass and brought her firm against his raging erection. He enjoyed the feel of her squirming against him, hands digging into his shoulders, for just a moment… then he leaned back enough to rip her t-shirt up over her head. Her bra was a flimsy black thing with straps—he ripped it straight apart, spilling her breasts out for him to see.

“Fuck, Terra,” he exhaled. “So beautiful.” In an instant, his mouth was on one rock-hard nipple. Her head banged back against the wall as she arched into him. He lost his mind nipping at that bud, biting and teasing and running circles with his tongue while his hands got busy working those skinny black pants off her hips. By the time he had them down, she was moaning and writhing under the assault his tongue was waging on her breasts. She was naked before him now and so fucking glorious. He kept feasting on her while quickly undoing and shoving down his pants, freeing his aching cock. He wanted to bury himself in her, but instead, he stood tall, towering over her, and wound his hand into her hair again.

“On your knees.” His hand made it clear what he expected from her once she was there.

He half expected her to balk, to fight him—but she dropped to the floor like she couldn’t wait to take him into her mouth.

“Fuck.”
The sight of her red, swollen lips eagerly sliding down his cock was almost as erotic as the hot wetness of her mouth taking him in.
Holy fuck…
he couldn’t take too much of this without coming undone. But he kept his hand tight in her hair, directing her to take him ever deeper with each stroke. Her arousal was a cloud around him—she was getting off on this as much as he was—and somehow he knew just what she wanted. What she
needed
from him.

Hot, hard, and fast… and completely dominating.

He was so fucking ready to give that to her.

“Stand up,” he commanded, pulling her sweet mouth away from his cock.
Jesus,
that was hard to do. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.” He didn’t wait for her to comply. She was so small and light, he just spun her to face the door and bent her forward, hands planted flat above her head and that delicious rear end sticking out to him. He reached between her legs to cup her sex, and sure enough, she was already dripping wet. He gripped her hip and drove his cock deep, filling her fast and hard from behind.

She gasped and cried out. A grunt escaped him—she was so fucking tight. Her claws came out and carved into the door, helping to hold her as he thrusted. Watching his cock slide in and out of her sweet body was almost too much—if he kept watching, it would be over in no time—so he focused on her beautiful black hair spilling and dancing along her back instead. He took her again and again, harder and faster. She was a
wolf
—as delicate as she was, she was
strong,
unlike the human women he’d fucked. He knew Terra could take any pounding he dished out. More than that, she
wanted
it.
Bad.

He ramped up the ferocity of his thrusts and the wildness of his possession of her body against the door. Pants and moans and then cries worked out of her mouth. She was so hot and tight, shrieking his name and urging him on… he was rocketing toward a climax that was going to shatter anything he’d ever experienced. He loosened his hold on her hip to slide his hand forward, reaching to flick her clit and send her over the edge first. He could barely manage it while thrusting so deep, but his fingers found her sweet spot, and she let out a growling cry that had him exploding inside her. She pulsed all around him, squeezing him as he came so hard, he was seeing stars.

He kept thrusting through the wave of pleasure, emptying himself into her and relishing all the noise and heat and gushing wetness that joined them together. When he eased to a stop, he leaned into her, pressing her body against the door again, still joined together, still deep inside her, but now both calming their panting breaths. He caressed her breasts, her stomach, the thick mane of her hair, all from behind as he pressed his body against hers.

They slowly came down together.

It was the most intense sex he’d ever had. The limpness of her body against his said he’d taken her to that same edge and beyond. But this wasn’t just sex—it was undeniably hot and erotic, but deep inside him, something was cracking loose and rising up. He was responding to her like no woman he’d ever fucked. Because that’s just what it always was with other women,
human
women—just sex; a release; a pent-up need—but this was different.

Wildly different.

She was bringing out something he’d fought long and hard to keep buried.

It was this urgent need he had to protect her, to make insanely hot love to her against the door that was doing it. All the wild passion he kept carefully locked away, contained, was coming out, wanting to claim her.

His inner beast.

It was coming alive because it wanted
her.
And because this tiny, angry, beautifully broken woman he’d just brought to orgasm
needed
him. It was more than he could resist, but he was sure she had no idea about any of it—her need, his need for her, his true nature. Terra was true to her family name, wild and unconstrained, impulsive and in need of a strong alpha to love her and keep her safe.

And he had no fucking idea what to do with that.

Especially as this hot shifter female snuggled her cute little behind against him, her body just begging for more.

He turned her around and kissed her. Softly. On the lips.

“Terra.” He was breathless with all of it.

She pressed her forehead into his chest, and he held her like that, cuddling really, for a moment. Then he bent down and swept her up into his arms. She was drunk with her orgasm, her head lolling against his chest.

“Where are we going?” she asked dreamily, like she wasn’t quite awake, already drifting off into a post-coital haze.

But he wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.

“I’m taking you to bed to make love to you properly.”

She blinked open her eyes and stared up at him with wonder.

He carried her into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them.

Terra had just experienced the most mind-blowing sex of her life… and Kaden Grant was promising to now do it “properly.”

She wasn’t sure she would survive.

He was carrying her in his massive arms, but tenderly, like she was a thing that might break in his hold. The masculine scent of him was all over her, inside her, relaxing every part of her—she was
safe
with him in a way she’d never felt with any man. And certainly never with a human. That part would be blowing her mind, too, but her head was still in a cloudy haze of pleasure from being thoroughly fucked.

Made love to.
He used the words, not her, but they were the last piece of the puzzle, the last bit that made her relax into the sheets of his bed as he laid her down and worshiped her body with his gaze.

He had a tattoo, a thin blue line that encircled his arm near his shoulder with the words
Protect
and
Serve
emblazoned above and below it. She knew it was some kind of police thing, but she felt like it applied directly to her. He was protecting her with his life. And he had just served her in the most delicious of ways.

Whatever Kaden asked, she would give. Without hesitation. He might even be someone she could let inside, someone she could count on… not just with her body, but her heart.

Even if being with a human was something she had never envisioned.

Kaden eased his body next to her, touching her everywhere—his knee nudging her legs apart, his hand exploring her breast, his face nuzzling her neck. Her body was instantly ready for more, craving him inside her again, although it was entirely too soon. She let her hands run free across his chest, moaning at the broad, hard-muscled expanse of it. If she weren't so busy with thoughts of lovemaking, she would wish for her camera—Kaden’s body was a work of art she wanted to capture on film.

“I have to tell you something,” he whispered in her ear, bringing her out of her lust-haze.

And reminding her that she had yet to explain why she’d fled out the window. “And I owe you an explanation,” she whispered back, her fingers tracing a path along the rippled muscles of his chest around to his back.

He brushed her hair from her face and peered into her eyes. “You first.”

She swallowed, feeling foolish now about leaving without telling him. In fact, she couldn’t imagine keeping anything from him now. “I met with Julius.”

Kaden winced, and her fingers immediately went to the crease in his brow, smoothing it. “I should have told you.”

“Yes, you should have.” His eyes blazed, and that sent a thrill through her. His soft caresses turned suddenly hard. He slid an arm under her knees and lifted them, folding her up with her knees practically to her chest and exposing her bare bottom. Then his other hand came down, spanking her hard. The sting of it shot pleasure straight to her core, but her mouth fell open in shock. He spanked her again, fast and hot against the other cheek, then he leaned in to whisper with a full smirk, “A little reminder that you should always tell me first.”

His spanking hand was now sliding over her bottom, soothing it, although the sting was already gone.

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “That might have the opposite effect.”

His eyes blazed again, but his hand moved to her sex this time, quickly sliding two fingers inside. She gasped and gripped his shoulder, the one she could reach around her folded legs. He started pumping her with his hand, and she squirmed against him, wanting more and quickly starting to pant.
God,
he could take her from zero to sixty in two spanks and two strokes.

“I thought you had something to tell me,” she gasped, trying and failing to keep the moan inside. He was plunging deeper now, flicking her clit once with every stroke.
Goddamn,
he was a
god
in bed, and not just with his gorgeous body, but the way he played hers to perfection.

“It can wait.” His voice was tight, and as he pulled her closer, she felt his erection gaining strength against her newly-spanked bottom. “I’m not done with your punishment yet.”

Oh god.
Her core clenched around his fingers with those words, and she nearly came.

But there was no more spanking in store. He just eased up to his knees, drawing her legs up until her ankles rested on his shoulders. His hand still plunged inside her, but now his cock was fully erect, on display between her splayed legs. She reached for it, stroking it, and his hand answered with even more thrusting. She had to resist arching up with the pleasure he was giving her, because she would lose her grip on him… she quivered at the thought of having his cock inside her again. He was so large, so thick and long and strong, the feel of it pulsing in her hand was making her whimper. When she’d had it in her mouth, she could only take a fraction of him. When he’d taken her from behind, he’d stretched and filled her like no man ever had.

He pulled her hand away from his cock, causing her to make an ungracious sound of protest.

“Kaden,
please.”
She was begging him, and it seemed to only spark the fire in his eyes.

“Oh?” he teased, leaning forward. Her legs were still over his shoulders, only now he was face-to-face with her, and her ankles were up by her ears. She was nearly folded in half, with his cock poised at her entrance. “Do you want me, Ms. Wilding?”

Oh,
my god.
“Yes,” was all she could manage, her eyes wide with the prospect of taking him so deeply in this position. She clutched at his back, trying to draw him into her, but he held back. If he weren’t human, she would let out her claws to show him
exactly
how much she wanted him inside her.