“Tell me what I am thinking now.”
He cleared his throat. “I, uh.”
Her palm rested against his dick still trapped behind his pants, the fabric growing tighter.
“It’s still early. Why don’t you pull this truck over?”
Pressing her hand against him, she began to stroke him.
Fuck me. She thought the words and wondered if he could hear them.
He cranked the wheel around, taking a dirt road she hadn’t noticed.
Pulling into the brush off the side of the deserted route before she could blink, he threw the truck into park. She didn’t even notice if he’d killed the engine when his lips, warm and hungry, took hers. She pressed into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.
God she wanted him, her wolf wanted him, and who was she to argue.
Olivia wanted to possess him, wanted to be his. He’d already claimed her. This was her turn to lay her claim.
She pushed him back, rising onto her knees. As her lips feverishly tasted him over and over, she fumbled with the button on his jeans.
She shivered at the warm touch of his fingers running up her thigh pushing at the fabric of her skirt.
“I love your obsession with skirts,” he said between kisses.
Finally, the button flipped free, and the zipper nearly popped at the pressure of his hard-on.
Her breath caught as his hand pressed against her, a finger yanking at the elastic of her panties. Pulling away from the warmth of his mouth, the lids of her eyes closing, as his finger feathered across her slit, finding her entrance and pressing in.
She moaned.
Breathing against the pleasure she ran two fingers over the tip of his freed dick.
“You’re not wearing boxers,” she said, each word breathier than the last.
“At some point, you’ll get tired of buying unnecessary clothing. Easier to shift with less. Now shut up and get over here.”
She gasped as his finger retreated, leaving room for her to come to him.
She crawled over and straddle him, her knee kicking the steering wheel.
A giggle escaped her as he slid to the center of the seat.
This wasn't like her, she thought. She paused a second to take in his five-o'clock shadow, the imperfect alignment of his nose, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her.
This was her. This was who she wanted to be. Confident.
“Lift your hips,” she said.
He obliged her as she pulled down his pants just far enough that his dick sprang free. She licked her lips at him in his full glory. Shifting to the side, she bent down and ran her tongue over the sensitive skin at the rim of his dick.
“No." His breath hitched as her mouth stretched over him. "No. Come here. I want you.”His fingers twined in her hair.
Peeking up, her tongue still dangerously close to his undoing, a golden fleck danced across his brown eyes. A soul-crushing need entered her head, running a trail straight to her heart.
“I need you now. Do not make me beg.” His voice gravelly as he guided her face up to meet his.
Their eyes locked. No one needed to say anything. She knew what he wanted and what she needed. She straddled him, the heat of his skin burning through his clothing. She wouldn't stop this time. His hands ran up her thighs, his fingers danced around the inside of her leg, moving up, up, up stopping at the cotton fabric that separated him from taking her. His fingers pushed aside her panties, brushing the tender skin beneath.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his rock hard shaft. Her already sore muscles protested as he stretched her. The delicious burn of the pleasure shooting through her as her body remembered him. Her breath hiccupped as she finally seated herself on him. Slowly as she remained locked within his gaze, she began to rock against him.
A slight smirk touched her mouth. This was still on her terms, no matter what.
Her body was alive with a thousand nerves aching with pleasure from the night before and the day before that. She was tender, and every inch of him instantly stroked hyper-sensitive skin.
Restraint plain as he let her control him.
“You’re killing me.”
She smiled and on a breathy whimper said, “Death by sex. Sign me up.”
His hands gripped her hips tight, wanting.
A breath hissed between his teeth as she finally began to rock against him a little faster. As he stretched her well-used muscles, she worked against the sweet sore sensations. The need within her deepened, her wolf cried out, and her soul demanded she take him.
A foreign rhythm, one she set to her own escalating heartbeat became her dance.
Curling her fingers into the shoulders of his shirt she quickened the pace. Pushing him deeper, his shaft stroking her, pulling her to the edge of a cliff. Olivia’s release built with need coursing through her.
Mine. You’re mine.
Ethan’s thoughts answered her. Yours.
Faster and faster, she needed him to give himself to her. He was hers. His fingers dug deeper into her waist. Her body began to ache. Her magic began to crackle around them. The pressure grew higher and higher and higher with each and every thrust until she couldn't anymore, she needed to come.
Ethan growled. He pumped into to her, meeting her thrust for thrust. She moaned as her body burned of need.
Finally, with one last thrust he sent her over, her muscles convulsed and she took from him what she needed.
They sat in the truck, locked together until their breathing returned to normal.
"I didn't think it could get better." She kissed his neck.
"I didn't think you could be so controlling."
She fronted.
His voice lowered. "I liked it." His words followed by gentle kisses along her jaw line than her lips.
Pulled away he studied her. “We should get going. My mother’s expecting us.”
Olivia smiled. “Yes. Sure." And then she froze.
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