Page 18 of Dutiful Wolf's Mail Order Mate

Rafe crawled up beside me, his eyes dark with need. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as he leaned down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, the salty tang mixing with the remnants of whiskey. I moaned and melted into him, my body molding to his.

I reached between us and fumbled with the button of his pants, eager to explore his body, to pleasure him as he’d pleasured me. He groaned, his cock thick and hard beneath my fingers. I tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips to free his length.

He broke away from my lips, his breathing ragged as I closed a hand around his cock. Fates, he was huge. I stroked his shaft, marveling at the silk-covered steel beneath my palm. He hissed in pleasure, his hips rocking into my touch.

“Do you want more, Maddy?” he growled against my lips.

I whimpered in response, my body aching for him. He reached down between us, guiding my hand, showing me exactly how he wanted me to touch him. The tip of his cock twitched as I swiped my thumb over the precum pooled at the slit. His own pressed against my clit, keeping me balanced right on the edge.

“Do you want to feel my cock inside you?” he continued. “Filling you? Fucking you?”

I nodded. I did want that. More than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

“Please,” I panted, my voice a needy whine. “I need you, Rafe.”

At that, he eased me back, settling himself between my eagerly parted thighs. His lips met mine in a savage kiss as he guided his cock to my entrance.

He rocked against me slowly, letting me adjust to the feeling of his length against my slick heat. Then he began to press forward, his girth stretching me impossibly wide.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he sank into me by an inch.

“That’s it, Maddy,” Rafe groaned, his breath hot against my lips. “You feel so fucking good.”

He eased out, then forward again, sliding another inch inside me. The feeling of him filling me was incredible, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers through every nerve.

“Relax, good girl. Take my cock.” Rafe’s fingers danced over my clit, distracting me from the discomfort of his size. “Let me make you feel so good.”

With each rock of his hips, he stretched me further, opening me up. His movements were measured, controlled, as he drove me to the brink of madness. I dug my nails into his back, desperate for him to fill me entirely.

He groaned and stilled as he buried himself to the hilt. Rafe lowered his lips to my neck, peppering me with hot kisses, allowing me to adjust to the sensation.

“Fuck, Maddy,” he breathed against my skin, his voice strained. “You’re so tight. You feel amazing.”

I shifted beneath him, rolling my hips, and he let out a low moan.

“That’s it, little wolf,” he muttered, his teeth grazing my neck. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

“So don’t.” I leaned up and nipped at his throat, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. “Make me yours, Rafe.”

That was all it took. A snarl ripped through the air, his eyes flashing bright blue. Then he began to move. Slowly at first, easing in and out of me with deliberate precision. It was too much, and not nearly enough. I wanted—no, needed—more.

“Feels so good,” I murmured, my head spinning with pleasure.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. I met his gaze, lost in the depths of blue. He held me there, pinning me in place as his fingers dipped between us to circle my clit. “Look at me and know this is how I’ll treat you every day for the rest of your life.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but the words died on my lips, replaced by a cry of pleasure as he gave one hard snap of his hips. I trembled beneath him, my body on fire.

“Say you’re mine,” he hissed through clenched teeth, the muscles in his jaw tensing. “Say you want me to keep fucking you like this, forever.”

“Mate me.” I shuddered as his cock stretched me, the friction setting every nerve ending ablaze. “Mark me.”

His gaze dropped to my lips, his breathing coming in short, harsh pants. He cupped my cheek, thumb stroking over my lower lip. I flicked out my tongue, tasting him, sucking the salt from his skin.

The groan that escaped his lips sent a thrill of heat rushing through me. I rolled my hips, eager for more.

Rafe’s control shattered as he began to fuck me in earnest. He pistoned into me, his cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy with a delicious rasp. He growled, low and dangerous, and I arched my back to meet each powerful thrust.

I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. His fingers swirled, stroking me just where I needed, stoking the flame within me until it exploded.

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