Page 21 of Rescued By The Wolf

“Fuck,” I grit out.

Seeing her like this. Feeling her come for me, hearing her cries, it’s all too much. It sends me over the edge.

Then I’m coming too.

Her green eyes look up at me, and I can see it then. She loves me too. It’s clear as day on her face.

Make her come again, my wolf orders, and I smile.

“What?” Sophie asks, and I grin down at her.

“My wolf wants me to make you come again,” I tell her, and she blinks.

“You can hear him? You can talk to him?” She asks, and I nod.

I roll us so that she’s on top, and she gasps as I sink into her again.

“That’s cool. I have so many questions.”

“Ask away,” I tell her as I tuck my hands behind my head.

“Maybe later. Right now, I think that he’s right.”

Then, to my surprise, she pushes up, straddling me, and starts to move.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and she smirks.

“Exactly.”

God, I love my mate.

NINE

Sophie

Never on this whole hiking trip have I ever woken up and been this sore. It feels like every muscle in my body has been well used. Probably because it has.

I grin to myself as I remember all of the things that Flint and I did to each other last night. We tried so many different positions, so many different things. I blush as I remember some of them.

There was, however, one thing that we didn’t do. Or rather, that I didn’t get to do.

I peek over at Flint and see that he’s still sleeping. His dark brown hair is falling over his forehead and it makes him look younger.

I make a split-second decision and crawl under the blankets. I maneuver between his legs, and I bite my lip when I come face-to-face with his cock. It’s so big, and for a moment, I can’t believe that it fit inside of me last night.

I run my fingers over his length and then wrap my fingers around him. I give his cock a few tentative strokes and hear Flint groan as he starts to stir.

His dick hardens in my grip, and I smile. I love that I have this pull over him. I love how he seems to worship me and my body.

“Mate,” Flint moans, and I lean forward, licking a path up the underside of his cock.

I open my mouth and take Flint into my mouth. I can’t fit all of him; he’s way too big for that, but he doesn’t seem to mind. The rest of him, I use my hand to stroke in time with my mouth.

I moan as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I hear Flint curse, his thighs tensing. It’s obvious that he likes it, so I do it again and then again.

“Sophie,” Flint begs, and I suck harder.

He flips the blankets off of us, and I look up at him, my mouth stuffed with his cock.

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