Page 85 of Wolf's Endgame

Opening my mouth, I pushed my tongue between his lips, parting them, tasting all of him as we kissed. The scent of him made my mouth water, and I wondered if I would ever get enough of this male. Cannon drew back slightly, breaking our kiss, the look in his eyes enough to make my blood heat.

“Kezia?”

“I need you,” I told him simply. “Right here, right now.”

“The rabbit?”

“Can go fuck itself.” His burst of surprised laughter made me grin. “Sorry.” I bit my lip. “Nope, not sorry. I’ll say it again, I don’t give a fuck about the rabbit right now.”

Cannon pulled me closer. “In that case, I say stop talking.”

He kissed me deeply, almost forcefully, exploring my mouth as if he had never tasted me before or would never get to again. His fingers stroked against my throat before cupping my chin, holding my head in place, exactly where he wanted it. I didn’t want to escape his hold, but even if I did, I doubted I would be able to. The kiss was all-consuming, it took my breath away, and I knew without a doubt I was a fool to have let another male kiss me.

My body was on fire. Heat was gradually building in my center and slowly spreading outwards. My nails dug into his shoulders as Cannon laid his claim on my body. The sensation of his touch was burning hot in my veins, and I needed to quench the fire. Wetness pooled between my legs as the pressure built deep in my core, and I knew only having him inside me would ease my craving.

“Cannon.” It could have been a groan or a whisper, or I may not have even spoken. The ache for him was everywhere.

He moved us and I felt rough bark press against my skin. I didn’t care, so eager to have him inside me. I pulled my leg up his thigh, my body slick with sweat. Hooking my leg over his hip, I pulled my mate into me. So desperate, I ignored everything around me.

“Fuck me.”

The frantic need to be filled by him was overriding all my senses. I felt wild and out of control. All I wanted was his cock pushing inside me, stretching me, making me his.

“Fuck, Kezia,” Cannon groaned against my neck when I bucked my hips against his hard length, eager for him to take me. “So eager for me, my mate.”

He pushed inside in one thrust, taking me hard, knocking the air from my body, and both of us groaned in appreciation. There was no finesse. No lovemaking. Cannon fucked me hard and deep, and I begged for more. We had lost control, acting on pure instinct, which only made me crave him more.

My legs crossed behind his back, pulling him into me as hard as I could. I needed to feel his strength against me; I needed to feel almost squashed against his weight as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. My fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling his head down so I could kiss him, lips crushing mine as we lost ourselves in each other.

Cannon ground his hips against me, increasing his speed. His moan of approval as I angled my body to take more of him only made him take me harder. So hard it was almost brutal, and still, it wasn’t enough.

We’d had sex before, but he’d never been this uncontrolled. This rough. It felt as if he was giving me all of him, all his force, uncontrolled and wild, and I wanted it.

I needed it.

As his thrusts became more punishing, I knew I’d wear the bruises, and I relished the pain as well as the pleasure.

“More, Alpha,” I grunted against his skin.

“I’ll give you more,” he snarled, eyes wild with lust. Grabbing my hands, he pinned them above my head, using the tree to push off against me as he picked up his punishing rhythm.

My entire body was strung so tight I knew my orgasm was going to ruin me. His thumb stroked over my clit once, and my orgasm hit me so hard I may have blacked out. My teeth sank into his skin where his shoulder met his neck, and I felt my alpha’s body still as he spilled inside me.

Cannon rested his forehead against mine as we both panted, desperate for air, our gazes locked.

“Holy Goddess, what the fuck was that?” he asked me with a shaky breath.

“Sex.” My voice was rough, hoarse sounding. “Good sex.”

“Great sex.”

“The best sex,” I agreed. Cannon moved back slightly, and all my muscles screamed in protest. “Ow!”

“Are you hurt?” He cupped my jaw, concern in his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hurt me?” I grinned up at him. “I think you tried to split me in two.” Gingerly I dropped my legs from around his waist, and on shaky feet, I tried to stand. “Ow, ow, ow.”

Cannon half turned to show me his back. “Feel like I’ve been shredded. Have I?”

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