Page 46 of What a Wolf Demands

She lay a trembling hand over her sex and stroked. Immediately, a violent tremor raced down her body. The flush on her chest deepened, and she threw back her head and sobbed, her eyes squeezed tight. Her fingers rubbed furious circles over her clit as the orgasm took her.

He clenched his jaw, his breath caught somewhere in his lungs. Or maybe he’d stopped breathing. It was hard to tell when every oxygen cell had left his brain.

It was the sexiest sight he’d seen in his life—her creamy body splayed on the white robe, her hand buried between her legs as she made herself come. Red hair fanned out from her head, the strands like wine against the pristine terrycloth. Her full breasts shuddered as she spasmed, pink nipples stabbing the air. She’d flung her legs so wide the tendons of her inner thighs pulled tight, and her red toes curled as she plundered her sex.

Wet sounds filled the room as she worked her folds, her fingers slipping against her swollen lips in a frantic dance. Mottled red stained her chest. Every exhale was a short, panting whimper. She went faster, her tits jiggling with her movements. Her fingers smacked against her sex.

Heat scalded his skin, his insides, his shaft. His balls grew heavy, two aching weights pressing between his thighs.

Still rubbing, she opened tear-filled green eyes. Rolled her head toward him.

“It’s not enough,” she said, desperation in her voice. “Oh god, it’s worse.” She sucked her lower lip into her mouth.

Blood filled his cock. If it got any harder, he might come on the spot.

She increased her pace, her fingers a blur. A scream tore from her throat. Blood dotted her lower lip—the same spot he’d nicked when he kissed her.

Game over.

He moved without thinking. Later, he wouldn’t remember how or when he removed his boots and pants. His boxer briefs were damp with moisture, a wet patch sliding against his thigh as he yanked them off and tossed them aside. He went for the bottom of his sweatshirt just as she reared up, grabbed it in two fistfuls, and pulled him over her.

The move took him by surprise, and he fell clumsily to his elbows just before his weight crushed her. Carpet burned his skin.

Doesn’t matter. Because his cock nudged her opening, her heat scalding him.

“Hurry,” she urged, her eyes wild. She moved her hands to his hips and pulled him against her.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a faint alarm sounded. Danger. He was walking into it. They were hurtling toward it.

There will be consequences.

Then she lifted her hips, and her wet sex closed around the tip of his cock.

Holding her gaze, he snaked a hand between their bodies, gripped his shaft, and slid into her in a single thrust.

She exploded around him.

He was right there with her.

The orgasm ripped through them both, snatching them up and flinging them into space. Her pussy clamped around his cock. His mind blanked. Vaguely, he knew he pumped into her, thrusting over and over and over again.

Scalding heat.

Soft skin.

Hands moving in his hair.

He opened his eyes. His face was against her neck, her pulse under his lips as he spilled into her. She held him against her, her neck vibrating as she gave one soft cry after another.

Through it all, her sex gripped him like a fist, milking his cock for every drop he could give her.

He gave. Squeezing his ass cheeks together, he dug his knees into the carpet and pistoned in and out, wet noises echoing around the quiet room. Sweat poured off him. Still, he pumped, emptying everything he had into her tight channel.

She clung to him, panting as they rode out the primitive release that had taken them both.

At last, he gave a final thrust and held, his balls nestled against her ass. His heart thundered, his chest pressed to hers.

He lifted up, bracing himself on his elbows once more.

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