Page 36 of Cursed Wolf

My pulse beasts harder, my body tingling. Of course, he’s right, but I’m not going to tell him that. Not when I need this more than I realized.

“Narah,” he growls, pushing into me. “I’ll always take care of you.”

I gasp with pleasure, heat bursting through me. Then he pauses.

Looking at him over my shoulder, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

“How deep can I go? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

I exhale, trying to think of all the things I learned about being pregnant, which isn’t much. Most of the women back in the Storm Wolves pack talked mostly about sex and comparing men.

“I’ve heard it’s okay to have sex during pregnancy, and as long as it doesn’t hurt me, we’re good.”

He stares at me, unsure. “Just to be sure, I won’t do anything rough or go too deep, okay?”

Part of me wants to protest, especially with him buried halfway into me, but I absolutely adore how caring he is.

“Please don’t stop. Keep going,” I beg, giving us both what we want.

His devious grin makes my breath catch in my throat. Pushing in and out of me, I’m drowning in raw desire and crying out from his sheer girth. The stretch is exhilarating, my breaths shaky and racing.

Moving faster, his breathing picks up, and my body aches for the release building inside me. The filthy, squelching sounds we each make as he buries himself into me are beautiful, coming faster and faster.

I whimper and pant.

“You’re so tight, so wet.” His fingers are suddenly on my clit, tapping it, and the sensation makes me delirious.

I moan, gently bucking against him when he draws out of me.

“Why did you stop?”

He throws himself onto his side next to me. “I want you to lie in front of me, facing away. When I knot inside you, I want you in a comfortable position.”

Dancing on the edge of desire, my eyes tear up, and I blame it all on my emotional state.

“As long as you promise to stop pausing. I was so close.” I give him a comical frown, and he rewards me with a light slap across my ass.

“Get down here,” he purrs.

Snuggling in his arms, his body spooning mine, his cock glides along the slick. I moan at how good it feels, especially when pushes his huge cock between my soaking pussy lips and into me.

“Come here,” he purrs, one arm under my neck, supporting me and wrapped around my chest, the other on my hip. “I need to get back into your little pussy, then I want you to come all over my cock.”

Oh, damn. “If you keep talking that way, I’ll come instantly.”

He laughs, then his lips graze my shoulder as he pushes deeper into me. I curl my leg up and over his leg, giving him easier access. He pumps into me harder. He’s close. I feel him tensing inside me and his panting breath on the back of my neck.

He cups my breasts, squeezing them with one hand, toying with my nipples, while I slowly lose my mind. Rocking against him, I’m burning up.

Stone growls in my ear, suddenly pausing. He pushes in me, and I feel him thickening, growing, his cock swelling with his knot. His fingers slip to my clit and stroke in circles as his warm liquid spills out of me.

“Come for me,” he snarls possessively.

His touch and words trigger me, and my arousal blooms and bursts. I cry out, my body quivering with the orgasm that floods me.

We’re locked in a lover’s embrace, breathing heavily, taken by pleasure.

He keeps pumping, seemingly proud of the sheer amount he’s producing by the pleasuring sounds he’s making. The man is gorgeous, and he wants me. Something I’m still coming to terms with after everything we’ve been through.

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