moaned, throwing her head back against the satin sheets.
His warm breath preceded his lips as he planted a row of hot kisses along the tender length of her throat.
“Lord’ll do,” he rumbled, his hips still as though he waited for her to get used to the thickness and length of him buried within her. It was a small thing, but one so caring it melted her heart on the spot. It wasn’t something she’d expected from an alpha with his reputation.
A soft moan filled the air, from her own lips, as the uncomfortable sensation faded, leaving the need to move. She drove her hands into his hair, pulling his head back so she could kiss him. This time she was the aggressor, demanding a response with lips and tongue. She rolled her hips, sending a thrill of sensation through them both so strong that she felt his body jerk in reaction. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue, she swallowed his groan of pleasure, the sound lost under their kiss.
He slammed a hand into the sheets, gripping them hard as he pulled back to power into her. The heavy thrust rocked the bed and curled her toes. He was so thick and long, he pressed hard against her walls. She felt everything. Every inch. Every vein and ridge. She clung to him and tried to catch her breath. She was no innocent, but in his arms she felt like it. She’d never been fucked this way, with such intensity, such passion, before. Ever.
His groans increased to growls and he stroked his free hand along her leg, pulling it up to mirror the other around his hips. “Lock your ankles,” he ordered, shoving himself upright. The change in angle pressed his cock inside her in ways that made her eyes cross, and she hurried to do as he commanded.
His eyes were pure amber, burning with heat. Still keeping pace with his thrusts, he reached down and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes rolling back in her head as hard tension formed under his touch. She couldn’t be that close. Not again. Not after he’d made her come so hard in quick succession.
But she was. Eyes wide with shock, she looked up at him. He smiled. Carried on rubbing, back and forth, in time with his thrusts. At the end of each deep penetration, he added a roll of his hips that made her whimper.
“That’s it, little wolf.” His voice was a velvet rasp. “Let it go. I want to feel you come over my cock.”
His words cracked her control. She closed her eyes and with the next swipe against her clit, the tension broke. Ecstasy poured over her, through her, working its way outward from her clit and cunt in a shattering explosion of sheer sensation, and with a soft moan, she cried his name and tumbled into ecstasy.
T he feeling of her clamping around his cock was so amazing that Veyr’s eyes crossed. He grit his teeth and pushed past it, seeking the silken haven of her pussy around him. He fought against his impending climax, despite the silky rush of hers tempting him to his own release.
He’d thought tonight would just be the standard midwinter fuck, the Master of the City spreading his seed amongst the packs as duty dictated, but it had turned out to be far more. Rather than just picking a face he didn’t mind looking at for the evening, he’d been drawn to her from the moment he’d seen her, standing in the middle of the ballroom, defiance wrapped around her like a cloak. The air of challenge bristling from her had roused his wolf, the light of intelligence in her eyes had roused the man. Her curves…they’d roused his cock.
He grit his teeth, dropped forward to power into her. Hands either side of her head, he slammed his hips against hers. Wild, and passionate, his wolf howled deep within. He shuddered, still fucking her. No need to worry about hurting her. She was wolf enough that his strength couldn’t hurt her. He’d never hurt her.
The waves of her climax tightened her pussy in rhythmic pulses, clenching her slick pussy around his cock and he knew he didn’t have long.
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