Page 29 of Dutiful Wolf's Mail Order Mate

And then I tipped over the brink, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that left me reeling. I groaned, the sound muffled around him as I clenched my thighs, trying to ride out the waves of pleasure that left me weak and quivering.

With a final snap of his hips, Rafe yanked me off his cock and hauled me to my feet. He spun me around, slamming my back into the cool tile wall, his gaze locked on mine. There was no mistaking the hunger burning in those blue depths, the desire to take and possess.

I gasped as he dragged a finger through my folds, biting back a whimper as he dipped a finger into my dripping center.

“Mmm, yeah, you’re fucking soaked.”

A wicked smirk curled his lips. My wolf preened, delighted by his obvious approval, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

“Are you soaked enough for my cock, little wolf? Enough to take me into your tight cunt?” He kissed a path up my neck, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin of my mate mark. “Do you need to come again before I fuck you senseless?”

With one swift motion, Rafe plunged two fingers inside me, hooking them up to find that secret spot within. A gasp tore from my throat, the sudden pressure sending me teetering on the razor’s edge once more.

He leaned in, trailing a line of biting kisses down my neck and collarbone, and I moaned as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, teasing it to a hard peak, and then bit down lightly before moving to the other one.

It was all I could do to cling to his shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard planes of his muscles as I struggled to keep myself upright. His free hand tangled in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat. He continued his torturous assault, marking my flesh with his lips and teeth until I was gasping for air.

I felt him smile against my skin, reveling in my unraveling. He slid his hand from my hair down my body, dragging it across my breast before drifting lower to settle on my hip. He dug his fingers into my flesh, holding me in place as he rocked against me, grinding his hardness against my clit.

“Yes. No.” The words came out as a ragged breath. “I want you, Rafe. Fuck me.”

His eyes darkened, and in a heartbeat, he had my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock pressed against my pussy. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Maddy.”

And then he slammed into me, sheathing himself to the hilt in one thrust. My head kicked back against the tile, my body arching against his as he stretched and filled me.

Fuck, he felt so good. So right. As if he were made for me.

Mine.

He didn’t give me a chance to recover from the overwhelming sensation. With a grunt, he drew his hips back and thrust into me again, his strokes deep and deliberate as he claimed my body. I dug my nails into his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he set a relentless pace.

Desire surged through me, molten heat burning through my veins. My skin felt electrified, alive with each touch, each caress, each nip of my shoulder and neck. His scent, his taste, filled my head, drowning out everything but the feeling of him inside me.

“Fates, Maddy.” His voice was a ragged murmur in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You feel so fucking perfect. Like you were made for me.”

I ground against him with every stroke, seeking that perfect friction that would send me spiraling over the edge again. He read me perfectly, angling his hips to hit that hidden spot with every thrust. Pleasure coiled deep in my core, white-hot and irresistible, begging to be unleashed.

More. I needed more.

More of him, like this, for the rest of our lives.

Just... more.

I mouthed hot kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. More, more, more. My gums ached with the press of fangs. “Want to claim you.”

Whatever control he still had snapped like a twig. He growled, low and feral. His grip on me tightened, holding me in place as he fucked me harder, deeper, his strokes taking on a desperate edge.

The feeling of my slick skin sliding over his was divine. The hard slams of his cock buried deep in my pussy had me moaning in sheer bliss. His growl shook the very walls around us, his beast ready to tear apart anyone who dared lay a finger on his mate.

The sound, the desperate pounding of our bodies coming together, the hot water cascading over us, it was all too much. My climax struck like lightning, stars exploding behind my eyes as my orgasm crashed over me. I struck, hard and fast, my fangs sinking into the muscle of his shoulder.

His fingers tightened on my ass, and he let out a strangled cry, his hips slamming against mine as he chased his own release. His cock throbbed inside me, filling me with his hot cum as he tumbled over the edge, biting down to claim me in return.

My wolf howled, delirious with delight. Rafe was mine. My mate. Mine.

Rafe slumped against me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he tried to catch his breath. I tangled my fingers in his hair, and relished the feeling of him still inside me. My entire body felt like jelly, my bones reduced to liquid. I never wanted this moment to end.

“Mine,” he breathed, the word barely audible as his arms tightened around me. “You’re mine, Maddy.”

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