Growls spilled from my throat as my hunger consumed me. I pounded into her. The combined scents of our sweat and sex filled my head, driving me to mark her womb with my seed. She was mine. All mine. And by the time we left this place, she’d be wrapped so tightly in my scent, covered in my seed, that maybe my wolf would calm the fuck down.
Cecilia screamed, her nails sinking into my shoulders, her head canted back against the door, exposing her neck. Without thought, I struck, sinking my teeth deep as she came apart around me. Her channel fluttered then locked down, milking my seed from my cock while I continued to fuck her. I couldn’t get enough. Neither could my cock as the wily bastard stayed hard, showing no signs of fatigue. I carried her to the couch, finally making it past the entryway, and only popped her off my dick long enough to turn her around and bend her over the arm. Then I lifted her by the hips and slammed home again.
I rode her harder, pounding fast and deep while she mewled and clawed at the cushions. I reveled in the pleasure I was giving her. I wallowed in it myself. She came hard, her voice breaking on the cry she let loose. I released more seed inside her, spilling so much semen that it leaked out around my tunneling cock. Our combined juices ran down my thighs and hers, coating us, and making my wolf go crazy. I grabbed her again, laying her on her back across the soft rug in front of the barren fireplace. There should be a fire going. I should take the time, but I couldn’t stop fucking her. Next time, I vowed, as I covered her with my body and returned my shaft to its new home.
“Simon.” She held on to me, tugging at my neck until I lowered my head toward hers. “Kiss me.”
Gladly. I rubbed my tongue along hers, soaking in the taste of her. I took her under, dragging myself with her until the need for air forced us apart. I left her mouth and nuzzled back down to her throat to the spot I’d claimed as mine. That almost made me laugh. Hell, at this point every luscious inch of her was mine. I planned to thoroughly explore all those inches before we left. Hell, I might keep her naked the entire time. Easier access.
“Si…mon.” There was a breathy catch to her voice, and one hand fell lax beside her head, palm up. If she only knew what that submissive pose did to the alpha in me, I’m sure she’d find the strength to move it.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” I crooned in her ear, dropping down to my elbows so my chest pressed to hers.
She let the other hand fall limply while she gasped for breath. I eased off, taking her slowly, savoring every thrust and retreat, every squeeze and release of her channel.
“Do you want me to stop?” It might kill me, but I would if she needed me to.
She gave a tiny shake of her head followed by a breathy, “No.”
I grinned, pressing my lips to hers again. “You can cry uncle anytime. You don’t have to be afraid of the big, bad wolf.”
“We’ll discuss the better to eat you with when I can breathe normally,” she assured me with a soft smile.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I eat you real good. Every single time.” I licked my lips, and her smile turned into a full-blown grin. I reached down between us, rubbing my finger over her clit as I continued to take her.
She shook her head, and that little whimper escaped again. “I…can’t.”
“Just one more, baby,” I urged. “Let me feel that pussy come around me again.”
Hell, I was like a junkie in need of a fix. Only, my drug of choice was her pussy, and I was still in the middle of a hit.
“Come for me,” I ordered. “Let me feel you fly.”
She mewled, arching her head back again. I was learning that was her tell-tale sign that she was approaching orgasm. I pinched her clit and tugged on it, and she flew. It was beautiful to watch. The flush to her skin. The damp of her perspiration. Even better to feel. The brush of her skin against mine. The flutter of her sex around my cock. I picked up the pace again, throwing my head back and letting my wolf howl as I filled her up again.
She lazily stroked her fingers along my side while I stayed arched above her, head toward the ceiling while our groins were tightly pressed together. My body felt completely drained. I collapsed atop her, though I did my best to keep the bulk of my weight off her. Finally, with a heave, I rolled so she lay sprawled on top of me instead of beneath me.
“Are we sleeping here?” Her words were slurred as if she were drunk. Love drunk. It made me feel cocky as hell.
“No. There’s a bed down the hall. I’ll carry you there in a minute.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, snuggling against my chest. “Need to talk.”
I smiled, dropping a kiss atop her head. “Yeah, baby. We’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
“Promise?”
I was surprised she was still awake. Glancing down, I saw she looked ready to pass out.
“Promise.”
I wrapped my arms around her as I sat up and gained my feet. Tucking her close against my chest, I carried her to the bedroom, appreciating the fresh sheets and turned down bed. It paid to have good friends.
Cecilia didn’t open her eyes as I lay her down. She didn’t move either. I went to the bathroom first, wetting a washcloth with warm water and returning to clean her up the best I could without the luxury of a shower.
