Page 82 of What a Wolf Demands

He reared back, shifting the angle of his cock inside her. Now he went deeper, stroking close to her womb.

She trailed her hands down his neck, stroking across his chest, relishing the hard, powerful muscles bunching under her palms.

“Need more of you, love,” he said, putting his hands on her hips.

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

He took that as the invitation it was, reaching behind him and grasping her ankles. He pressed her thighs back until her knees almost touched her shoulders.

She gripped the bedding once more, holding on while he increased the pace of his thrusts. His cock rubbed against her clit with each pass, making buttery warmth roll around her sex.

“Okay?” he said, his voice breathless.

More than okay. She was so wet for him, he could have done anything he wanted. But his eyes were concerned, so she made sure to gasp her own breathless “yes” as she tried to hold off the orgasm threatening to sweep her away.

Greedy? Maybe, but she wanted to milk the moment for as long as she could. God, it was like he couldn’t come at her hard enough.

As if he read her mind, he tightened his grip around the backs of her thighs, pushing her knees to the bed, spreading her impossibly wide. The position locked her in place, holding her in a wanton pose, her body bent in half.

A naughty, delicious thrill shot through her. Release beckoned, her clit tingling.

Still gripping her legs, he set a fast, wrenching rhythm, his cock drilling in and out of her with wet slapping sounds.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, only half aware of what she was saying.

The bed rocked, springs squealing. A sheen of sweat coated his chest, little drops of it flinging onto her jiggling breasts. She shifted up, up on the mattress, until her head bumped the headboard and she had to throw up a hand to brace herself. She bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream.

Body quaking, Dom spoke in a fierce growl. “Going . . . to . . . come.”

Her release crashed over her, grabbing her and tossing her into a rushing current. She split apart, every cell straining and stretching. Pleasure scattered her senses, sweeping over and through and under and around her.

He followed a second later, letting out a great bellow as he thrust one last time and held, his hips jerking in quick, uncontrolled spasms.

Heat flooded her as he spent himself inside her.

She floated somewhere above it all, her mind blank to the cares of the world. All she could do was hang on and ride it out, the thundering in her ears so loud she wasn’t sure if it was her heart or a storm outside.

Eventually, gentle hands turned her, tucking her against something solid and warm.

Dom. Her love.

He rolled her against him, then drew a cool sheet over them both. Soft lips brushed her temple.

Her heart thumped hard. His chest nestled against her back, his heartbeat thumping just as hard against her shoulder.

As if they reached for each other.

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A familiar tune jerked Dom out of a sound sleep.

Beside him, Lily groaned and pulled the blanket over her face. Her voice came out muffled and irritated. “What is that horrible sound?”

“‘The Macarena,’” he said under his breath, tossing his side of the covers back and climbing out of bed. Nude, he crossed the room as fast as he could, snatched his phone from the desk, and put it to his ear. “You’re going to pay for changing my ringtone.”

Remy’s voice was mild. “At least you know it’s me.”

“I know it’s you. You’re the only one who calls me.”

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