Guided by instinct, she reached out to pull his pants down his thighs. He stopped her, wrapping his fingers around her wrist. Lifting her gaze, she looked at him. His eyes remained bright. The tic in his jaw warned her he was struggling for control.
“Touch me again and I won’t last. I want to take things nice and slow.”
He moved from the bed and removed his clothing, starting with his boots and working his way to his jeans. Each inch of skin he revealed made her wetter, his muscular thighs flexing along with the corded flesh of his arms. He was the most stunning thing she’d ever seen, all hard lines and tanned skin. She studied the tattoo on his arm, noting the way the wolf image seemed to come to life as he kicked free of his clothing and returned to the bed.
She expected him to come over her body, to rest on top of her like a blanket. To her surprise, he lowered his head at her ankle. He licked the inner skin, nibbling his way toward her knee. The light bristles on his face tickled her skin, his chin rubbing against her thigh. By the time his breath caressed the folds of her sex she was fisting the sheets.
“Fuck yeah,” Emory growled, his eyes focused on her pussy. “This is what I want.”
His tongue darted out, flicking back and forth across her clit. She arched her back, gasping in pleasure. He abandoned the bundle of nerves and swiped his tongue through the wet and puffy lips beneath, plunging his tongue toward the mouth of her pussy. Emory’s deep growls combined with the slight penetration almost sent her into orgasm.
More. Please more.
As though he heard her, he lifted his head and slid his body against hers. His lips surrounded a nipple, his teeth gently scraping her skin as he sucked. Then he moved to the other breast to do more of the same. She felt his cock jerk against her thigh, leaving behind a trace of wetness. Remembering his warning about touching him, she intentionally reached down to take him in hand. If what he said was true, she was going to force the issue. She wanted him inside her, the two of them as close to each other as they could possibly be.
“No you don’t.” Emory trapped her hands by the wrist and forced them over her head. She met his sultry gaze, unafraid as he positioned himself over her. “I’m driving, angel eyes. Not you.”
She didn’t argue, not when she felt his cock glide against her slit. He penetrated her shallowly, using careful plunges with the tip. She wanted to release a growl of her own. Who needed soft and easy sex? Hard and fast suited her just fine. Her entire body was keyed-up and ready to go. The first orgasm was an appetizer. Now she was ready for the main course.
“Stop teasing me,” she snapped, although the demand came out husky and laughably weak.
“I’d never tease you, Mary.” He rested his forehead against hers, his yellow-gold eyes meeting hers. “I’m only building the heat. Can you feel it? How good it feels to burn?”
With a soft cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist and shoved her hips toward his. He slid deeper inside her, his thickness parting her, the friction and pressure exactly what she wanted. For a moment she wondered if he’d keep taking about fires, dragging things out. Instead he gave her what she asked for, spearing his cock into her—once, twice and a third time.
Stars flashed before her eyes and the room went out of focus. Her muscles quaked, fiery prickles spreading from her pussy through her body. She came hard, her entire body quivering with her release. Her cries were loud inside the room, echoing like a siren in her ears. Emory drove the sensations, thrusting into her, no longer careful or slow but determined and quick.
As the world stopped spinning, she looked at Emory, shocked to discover he was still hard inside of her. The grin he gave her was feral, as though the wolf inside had just come out to play.
“My turn,” he whispered, slowly rocking his hips.
With a sigh, she relaxed.
Who in the hell was she to argue?
His mate was a hellion, without a doubt. Emory wanted to take things slow, to enjoy this moment with his mate. What he hadn’t anticipated was the bond between them or her increasing sexual needs. Now that she’d come a second time, he was going to take her just like she wanted.
He let go of her hands and lifted away. Sliding his arms beneath her knees, he angled her so his cock filled her completely. She groaned and closed her eyes, arching to assist each time he pumped into her cunt. Damn, she was gorgeous. So hot it made him want to howl. His balls slapped her ass, the sensitive sac cushioned by the soft globes.
The connection was open between them, allowing him to sense her desire. Despite her release, she still wanted more.
She still wanted him.
He growled, snapping his teeth together. Claws slipped past his fingers, the tips scraping across her skin as he fucked her at a steady pace. Looking down, he watched his cock exit her pussy, excited by the glistening wetness coating his skin. He wasn’t lying when he said if she touched him he wouldn’t last. Around his mate, all he could think about was how wild she’d be, how wet her could make her.
Harder, his wolf snarled. Mark her with our scent. Warn others to stay the fuck away from her.
He released one of her legs and placed his fingers over her clit, working at the nub. Mary closed her eyes and cried out, squirming against him. He wanted them to come together, to feel her squeezing him like a fist as he shot his semen inside her. It wouldn’t take much, just a few more touches and the right thrust and angle of his cock.
“Is this what you need?” he asked, panting as he held back his release.
“Yes,” she breathed. “God yes.”
He moved faster, in and out of her body, plucking at her clit. Her pussy gripped him, tight and wet. The base of his spine started tingling, electricity shooting through his muscles. He was so close, dangling at the edge of the cliff. Sweat covered his back and chest, cooling the fire under his skin. Just a few more seconds and he wouldn’t be able to stop. She was so wet he slid his finger over the bead at the top of her sex, rubbing frantically.
Come, sweetheart. Come.
The instant he felt her pussy clasp him and heard Mary shout, he let himself go. He threw his head back, shouting as he came, floating in the pleasure of climax. He continued taking her fast and deep, groaning at the ripples around his cock. Pressure in his sac vanished, the bursts of his seed filling his mate. Again and again he slammed into her. A shudder racked him, traveling from his head to his toes.
She welcomed him when he lowered her leg, reaching out with open arms. He slipped into her embrace, resting his head on her chest. Her heart pounded against his ear, her breaths quick and raspy. Both parts of him—man and wolf—sighed in satisfaction. Tension from the day’s events faded. He felt his female’s fingers comb through his hair, her touch soothing and tender.
“That was nice,” she whispered, sounding as content as he felt.
“Nice?” He smiled and brushed his cheek against her breast. “I think I can do better than that.”
Her fingers stilled. “Better?”
“Oh yeah.” He could do better—a whole lot fucking better. He’d given her a quickie. The next time around he was going to make the session last for hours. “Rest up while you can. I have plans for you.”
Her giggle swept through him, the sound airy and feminine. He’d never give this up. He’d destroy anyone or anything that tried to take her from him. Mary was the most important person in his life and she always would be.
Only death could keep him from the woman destined to be his.