Page 94 of The Wolf in My Tavern

His lips pop off, and he lifts his head to pin me with a look. His big body braces over me, caging me against the floor, nostrils flaring. A primal male, I now understand he is more than a mere man.

As I grapple with the enormity of his monstrous power, I joyfully conclude that he is simply Callum, my Callum, my mate.

And I am an omega, and I will have my dues.

He hooks his hands underneath my ass and lifts me from the floor until our chests are together, with my legs wrapped around his waist. He rocks me, rubbing my pussy up against the swollen ridge of his cock.

My hand slips down between us, grasping the firm male flesh.

I pump slowly.

He groans weakly.

I’m shaking with need and lift it up, trying to put his hot flesh where I need it.

He cups my ass, raising me up until I can wedge his cock at the entrance of my pussy. And then he lowers me, a rumbly purr emanating from his chest as he slowly penetrates me.

My jaw falls slack as I stare into his beautiful eyes, so green and bright, taking in his handsome face, flushed with his pleasure, and his wild ginger hair, all in disarray, shaggy.

“Fuck you feel good,” he says. My eyes lower to where his body enters mine, filling me with a delectable stretch I can never get enough of. I see that he is not fully seated. The faint swelling of his glands remains outside, but I now know it will grow as he ruts me, becomes thicker, and fills me in the perfect way.

I try to rock—to get more. He pins his wrists at my hips, holding me still.

I growl my displeasure.

“I had forgotten how needy you are.” He smirks.

Gods, I love him. I love everything about him. I thank the Goddess every day that we met, and that he saved me—that he is here with me today.

His smile slips, and a determined glint enters his eyes. Releasing my wrists, he takes my hips and begins to slam me down with slow, deliberate thrusts.

It awakens nerves along my channel and makes my breasts sway as our flesh meets with a slick slap. He clasps his right arm around my waist and cups my breasts with his left hand, pinching my nipple roughly as his lips slant over mine.

He kisses up my cries. All I can do is hang on to his shoulders as he takes me, our bodies moving together, his lips against my throat, nipping, biting, before seeking my lips and hungrily kissing me again.

My body explodes with pleasure. It tears through me at lightning speed. My pussy clenches savagely around his cock.

And still, he does not stop.

I am pitched into free fall: my mind tumbling, my body nothing but pleasure and bliss. Our hands turn chaotic—urgent touches, gripping fingers sinking into flesh in ways that will leave welcome bruises. My nails rake his back, and my teeth bite his lower lip. He only grunts and kisses me more deeply and encourages me to do more.

“Come for me, Callum,” I beg, dragging my lips from his. “Fill me. Give me your knot.”

He growls; it reverberates, long and low, through my body from his.

Inside, I feel his glands swelling, the sweet stretch, the sensation of being too full and yet just right. And then he slams deeply one more time. We are locked together. I feel him pulsing, flexing inside me, filling me deeply. The hot gush of his seed. The rush that races through me triggers me, and we climax together as one.

His lips find mine, and he kisses me, sweeping me away from reality and into an alternate plane of existence. One where only the two of us exist, our love reuniting as our bodies likewise join.

There is no me and him; there is only us, a perfect thread that connects us together, an awareness that tickles and then grows warm as a joyful connection blooms.

But the thread does not sit only between us. It moves outwards beyond us. Searching, seeking until it finds another presence.

A wolf waiting, burning with his own needs and yet knowing that his time is yet to come. As Callum’s lips lift from mine and we stare into each other’s eyes, heaving gusty breaths, I know that everything has changed.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Ada

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