Page 17 of Dutiful Wolf's Mail Order Mate

“Madison...” My name was a low growl, a final chance to reconsider.

I trailed my hands higher, over his shoulders and around the nape of his neck. His hair tickled my fingertips as I sank them into his dark locks, the silky strands soft between my fingers. I let my nails drag across his scalp and smiled as his eyes slipped closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“Maddy,” I corrected him, a breathless whisper. “If we’re to be mated, you might as well use what I prefer.”

Rafe’s eyes snapped open, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He gripped me tighter, pulling me to him, his hardness pressed against the apex of my thighs. Heat flared within me, my body aching with need. I let my head fall back, baring my throat in a sign of submission.

“Maddy,” he breathed against my skin. He nipped at the delicate flesh of my collarbone, a tiny prick of pain that sent a bolt of pleasure through my body.

Then, with a low growl, he captured my lips in a searing kiss. I melted into him, lost in the sensations, the taste of him. The world narrowed to just the two of us, a tangled mess of tongues and teeth and wandering hands.

He slid his hands lower, tracing the curve of my ass before hoisting me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself closer as he ripped open the office door and carried me through the pack house.

Sensation overloaded my mind. Rafe’s lips on mine, his strong arms wrapped around me. I could hear his heartbeat, the steady rhythm echoing my own. His scent washed over me, spicy and male and utterly intoxicating.

The journey to his room was a blur, a rush of heat and need and pleasure. I was drowning in it, falling deeper and deeper with each passing moment.

Then we were tumbling into his bed, his body a delicious weight above me. I writhed against him, desperate for more, for the feel of his skin on mine. He obliged with a growl, tearing his shirt over his head before reaching for mine. He discarded it with the same impatience, his eyes dark and hungry as he devoured me with his gaze.

“Fuck,” he groaned, slipping the straps of my bra down my arms. “You’re gorgeous, little wolf.”

A shiver raced through me at his words. I wanted to protest, to claim autonomy, but my wolf purred in delight as his scent wrapped around us.

I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp. My breasts spilled free, and I flushed under the intensity of his gaze. His fingers traced a path from my jaw down to my navel, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Then he dipped his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

Pleasure flooded through me, and I arched against him. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he worshiped my breasts. Then he trailed kisses lower, down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. He paused, glancing up at me.

I held his gaze, giving him wordless consent and a plea panted with need.

With one swift movement, he popped the button and slid the denim and my panties down my thighs. I kicked them off and pulled him back to me, our bodies entwined as if we had never been apart.

His skin was hot against mine, his breath a tantalizing promise. I moaned as he cupped my center, his fingers teasing my slick folds. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

And then his lips crashed against mine, a demanding, brutal kiss that sent shocks of pleasure racing through me. I gasped as he thrust a finger into my core, my walls stretching to accommodate him.

He stroked me expertly, building the pressure deep within. I writhed against him, desperate for release. With each pump of his finger, each swipe of his thumb over my clit, the pressure grew. Tension coiled inside me, a tight spring waiting to be released.

Then he added a second finger, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before.

“Has anyone made you come before, Maddy?” Rafe rumbled, his voice a low growl. “Any other man ever touched you like this?”

The stretch was almost too much to bear, but the pain only added to my pleasure. I clung to him, wordlessly shaking my head, my fingernails raking down his back.

“Good,” he hissed. His teeth grazed my earlobe, a delicious counterpoint to the mounting ache deep inside me. “You’re mine, Maddy. Only mine.”

At that, he curled his fingers, stroking some hidden bundle of nerves within me.

The spring inside me snapped, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cried out, clinging to Rafe as my orgasm overwhelmed me. He didn’t stop, driving me higher and higher, until I was a quivering mess beneath him. He held me tight, his lips trailing gentle kisses over my chest and neck as I came down from the high.

But he wasn’t finished with me yet. Before I had time to catch my breath, he shifted down the bed and ducked between my thighs. A deep rumble sounded in his chest, vibrating against my skin. “I need to taste you,” he growled before dragging his tongue along my seam.

I shivered, my body already sensitive from my first orgasm. But he didn’t give me time to recover, delving into my depths with enthusiasm. He licked and sucked and teased, stoking the flames of desire within me once more.

I writhed against him, his tongue dancing on my clit. Pleasure built with each swirl of his tongue, each lap and suck. He held me in place, hands firm on my thighs, as I surrendered to him completely.

I gasped as he pushed a finger inside my pussy, the feeling of fullness adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations. His fingers curled and uncurled, pushing me toward the precipice. When he slipped a second digit inside me, my walls clamped around him.

My orgasm was explosive, ripping through me with the force of a hurricane. I cried out, my fingers tugging at his hair, as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body. He rode it out with me, his tongue never faltering, drawing out my ecstasy until I lay back against the sheets, struggling to catch my breath.

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