Wrath

He lifted her up his body. “I am not sweet.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I am not having sweet thoughts.” He walked her to the bed and halted. “I want to tear off your pretty dress and mount you from behind.”

“Put me down.”

He eased her to her feet and released her, backing away a few feet. “Sorry.”

She reached back. “Don’t be. I want to keep the dress but I’m all for sex.” She winked. “Strip, baby. The food can wait.”

A carnal grin curved his lips and he bent, tearing at his boots. Lauren unzipped the dress Amanda had given her, tossed it over the end of the bed, and shimmed out of her underclothes, kicking her shoes away. She beat Wrath getting naked, climbed on the bed and positioned her body on her hands and knees.

Wrath growled at her while he shoved off his pants and joined her in a heartbeat. He rose to stand on his knees behind her and one hand gripped her hip, while his other one cupped her pussy.

“Spread your thighs wider apart for me. You’re already wet.” His voice deepened as his fingers stroked her clit. “I need you.”

Lauren could relate. Her body was aching for him. The wedding had been everything she could have hoped for. New Species had packed the bar, Shadow and Amanda had stood at their sides and the minister had kept the ceremony short but sweet. They’d posed for pictures and then she’d learned something new about her husband. The man liked to practically fuck her on a dance floor.

It had been torture having him rub up against her, growling as he kissed her neck. The feel of his rigid cock against her belly had made her want to find the nearest private room to consummate their marriage. Instead they’d had to take a helicopter back to headquarters to finally be alone. Now she knew why he’d stalled taking her home. He’d been giving the task force time to set up his room for their honeymoon.

The slow rub of his index finger against her clit made her rock her hips, moan, and she shoved her ass up at him while her chest lowered. Wrath’s heavy breathing filled her ears and the bed shifted as he placed his legs on the outside of hers. He stopped playing with her, removed his hand and the thick crown of his cock slid through the slit of her pussy. He teased her at first until she made a protest by groaning.

“Mine,” he rasped.

“I’m all yours.” She was never going to get tired of telling him that.

His cock pressed against her and she clawed the bed as he slowly filled her, stretched her and staked his claim. He bent, curved his body over hers and braced one hand on the bed near her head. He paused when he was seated fully inside her pussy.

“I love mounting you. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“I will but I don’t think that’s possible.”

He growled, nipped her shoulder with his teeth and the slight bite of pain made her vaginal muscles clench. His other arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers found her clit and he rubbed furiously as he started to fuck her slowly, picked up the pace, until the sounds of their heavy pants and his hips slapping against her ass filled the room.

Lauren understood why Wrath loved doggy style. He was in control with her pinned under him. The way he moved totally turned her on. He didn’t just rock his hips in the same repetitive motion most men did. He adjusted the angles of his thrusts and used her vocal pleasure to find out what felt the best to her. When he figured out the one that sent her into near orgasm, he pounded her hard and fast, having no mercy.

Her body tensed and she screamed out as ecstasy erupted. His cock swelled, he threw back his head and howled as he came. His hips jerked in tight movements against her ass to draw out their shared pleasure until he finally stilled.

“Oh yeah,” Lauren gasped. “Doggy style is my favorite too.”

Wrath lowered his head, kissed her neck and chuckled. “Canines do it best.”

She laughed as he eased them to lie on their sides, spooned up behind her and she rested her head on his arm. She turned enough to meet his beautiful gaze.

“Yes, you do.”

“We’re going to do it again, love. Rest up.” Desire thickened his voice and his cock twitched inside her. “I’m going to prove I’m the right male for you.”

“You already have but I’m all for you convincing me any time you want.”

He grinned. “I can’t get enough of you. I have already scent imprinted you. I’m possessive and dominant. We keep being told that our kind has a deep-seated need to control the people around us but you control me. You look at me and I want to do anything to make you happy.”

“Mission accomplished. I am.”

About the Author

I’m a full-time “in-house supervisor” (sounds much better than plain ol’ housewife), mother and writer. I’m addicted to caramel iced coffee, the occasional candy bar (or two) and trying to get at least five hours of sleep at night.

I love to write all kinds of stories. I think the best part about writing is the fact that real life is always uncertain, always tossing things at us that we have no control over, but when you write, you can make sure there’s always a happy ending. I love that about writing. I love to sit down at my computer desk, put on my headphones and listen to loud music to block out the world around me, so I can create worlds in front of me.

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