Page 42 of Wild Wolf

My bra followed as I pushed his shirt over his shoulders and slid it down his arms, caressing the thick swell of his biceps, forearms, wrists and finally lifting his hands to my breasts.

Roary groaned as he massaged my skin, one thumb scraping over my nipple while he tugged the other between his fingers.

I moaned for him, the heat of his body so familiar, so intoxicating, and nothing in this world or any beyond it could ever change that about him for me.

I unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down, freeing the thick shaft of his cock and moaning again as I slicked my thumb through the bead of precum which crowned his tip.

“I want you inside me, Roary,” I gasped against his lips. “I want your cock so deep in me that I can’t breathe for the feeling of it consuming me. I want you to take me and remind yourself that there is one thing in this world which you will always own no matter what.”

I stepped back for a moment and let my eyes roam over him hungrily, from his sculpted abs and broad shoulders to the mouth-watering perfection of his solid cock.

Roary groaned hungrily, his lips dropping to my throat as he tugged at my belt in turn while kicking his boots and socks off so that he could remove his pants completely.

I licked my lips while he undid my pants, moaning loudly as his hand pushed beneath my waistband and into my panties. I was so wet that it took nothing at all for his fingers to be inside me, the heel of his hand grinding down on my clit and making me cry out with pleasure.

“How can you want me so much like this?” Roary muttered, his eyes on the movement of his hand as he drove his fingers in and out of me.

“I want you like this with fur or fangs, Roar,” I panted. “You can feel the truth of it. I’m so wet for you. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake thinking of you while you were locked up in Darkmore, my hand where yours is now, your name on my lips as I made myself come for you.”

Roary groaned with desire, kissing me again and moving his hand more forcefully inside me.

I whimpered with need, gripping his biceps and digging my fingers into his flesh as he brought me to the edge so easily.

But as I sank into the taste of his mouth against mine, the rough scrape of something sharp rolled over my tongue and Roary jerked back so suddenly that I almost fell at his feet.

I blinked at him in surprise, my body primed for pleasure, his hand now absent from my core and my pants hanging open and caught on my ass.

It took me a moment to realise that he was covering his mouth with his hand while still backing up until his legs hit the single bed in the cabin.

I tilted my head to one side, slowly pushing my trousers and panties down and removing them along with my boots and socks so that I was just as naked as him.

“You think I mind if you bite me, Roar?” I breathed, licking my fingers as he watched me before trailing them down my body, rolling them over one peaked nipple, then my ribs, navel, and finally finding my clit.

He released a strained noise as he watched me, still apparently intent on restraining himself but that bullshit wasn’t going to fly with me.

I moaned as I sank my fingers into myself, my free hand tugging on my nipple as I let my head roll back so that my red hair tumbled down my spine.

“I used to lay in the dark and do this every night with your name on my lips,” I panted, driving my fingers inside my cunt again, moaning louder, my hooded eyes on his. “Are you going to make me do it again, Roary? Or are you going to come here and show me how much better your fingers feel than mine? How much better your cock feels than my imagination ever could have predicted? You can have me any way you want me, amore mio. On my knees with your dick sliding down my throat or on all fours while you take me from behind – You’re the only Alpha I think I’ve ever fantasised about like that, you know? The only one I ever wanted to overpower me.”

And just like that, he shattered for me.

Roary slammed into me and whirled me around so fast that my spine hit the bed before he even met my lips with his own. His hand found mine where I was still toying with my clit and he guided my fingers back inside me, his own joining them so that I was stretched wide, gasping his name.

He kissed me harder, growling against my mouth, his fangs catching on my bottom lip and tearing it open.

Roary groaned in pleasure as that small dose of my blood rolled down his throat and I moaned loudly while he drove both of our fingers inside me again.

He took complete control of the motion, the pressure of his hand over mine making the friction against my clit so rampant that it only took a few more powerful strokes before I was coming for him, calling his name out to the heavens as I did so.

“Every night?” he questioned, his eyes searching mine while I panted beneath him and he slowly pulled our joined fingers from my core.

“Every fucking night,” I agreed. “And not once did my fantasy ever come close to the reality of claiming you.”

He groaned hungrily, rearing over me and licking a drop of my blood from the corner of his mouth before stilling again as he realised what he’d just done.

“Bite me,” I urged, baring my throat to him and he swallowed thickly, knowing what it meant to have an Alpha Wolf offer themselves up in such a way.

“I love you, Rosalie,” he murmured before hooking my thigh over his waist and sinking his cock into me with a slow and languid thrust which stole the breath from my lungs and had me moaning with need.

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