Page 13 of Wolf Chosen

I catch flashes of words, fragmented thoughts that drift through my mind like ghostly whispers. “Mate,” he breathes against my skin, the word imbued with a significance I can't even begin to grasp. “Mine. Forever.”

That…can’t be right. My mind is warring between fantasy and reality. I want him to desire me so much I’m making things up but, as Liam's hands skim over my body, mapping every curve and hollow with a desperate sort of hunger, my thoughts dissolve and all I can do is feel.

My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer as I arch into his touch. I nip at his jaw, soothing the sting with my tongue before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. The rumble of his growl vibrates against my lips. His pulse leaps and races beneath my touch.

I slip into a feedback loop of sensation again, every caress and kiss and lick amplified. The air around me is charged. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way, thinking these things, but then Liam's hand slips between my thighs, his fingers delving into the slick heat of my core and I'm lost. He presses his thumb against my throbbing clit over the seam of my jeans. One touch is all it takes. Pleasure explodes and I toss my head back with a wordless cry of ecstasy.

“Please. More. I need you to touch me.” With trembling fingers I fumble with the button, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He doesn't hesitate, his hands joining mine as we work together to slide the denim down my legs, taking my underwear with it. The cool air kisses my overheated skin, but it's nothing compared to the inferno of Liam's touch as he skims his palms up my calves, over my knees, along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

I can't get enough of him. I need more, need to feel every inch of his skin against mine.

“Please, Liam, I need…need…”

More.

Him.

Need. Want. Burn.

A deep growl rumbles up from his chest, the sound sending shivers racing down my spine. Liam settles between my parted thighs, his breath scorching against my sensitive flesh as he lowers his head to taste me. He swipes his tongue along the length of my aching core, and oh God, the hot, velvet slide against my most sensitive flesh draws a keening cry from my throat.

The second swipe has me arching off the bed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he laps at my aching clit. He teases the swollen bud with fleeting, featherlight strokes, igniting sparks of pleasure that dance along my nerve endings like wildfire. But it's still not enough. I need more, need to feel him deeper, harder.

Need, need, need.

His cock. His tongue. His soul.

As if sensing my desperation, Liam growls against my slick folds, the vibration sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through my core. Then his tongue plunges inside me, thrusting in and out in a wicked mimicry of what's to come.

I'm lost to the exquisite torment as he fucks me with his mouth. Even that isn't enough to quench the inferno raging inside me. I need to be filled, stretched.

Claimed.

The word comes from nowhere. It doesn't make sense but then Liam's fingers pump deep as his lips close around my clit. He suckles the sensitive nub, flicking his tongue over it again and again until I hover on the knife's edge of climax. I spiral, fly and imagine his own dark, drunken urgency, his desperate need to see me come apart for him. It's enough to send me hurtling into the abyss with a hoarse cry.

Through the haze of my release, I watch as Liam straightens to his full height, his powerful body towering over mine. He strips away his clothing, revealing a physique that’s chiseled from stone. Corded muscle ripples beneath sun-kissed skin, his broad chest tapering to a narrow waist and lean hips. The thick length of his cock juts out from a nest of dark curls, pulsing with every breath he takes.

He fists his cock, long fingers wrapping around his solid length and pumping. The sight has my mouth watering, my core clenching with a fresh surge of need. Liam's scent surrounds me, a heady mix of cedar and musk and pure, unadulterated male.

“Please,” I breathe, reaching for him with trembling hands. “I need you...”

In a heartbeat, he's there, his solid weight pressing me into the mattress as he notches the broad head of his cock at my entrance. Barely leashed power thrums through him. His arms tremble with the effort of holding back and his eyes blaze down at me, dark with a hunger that makes my blood burn.

Then his mouth is on mine once more, his tongue delving deep as he rocks his hips in a slow, tortuous grind. The slick length of him slides through my folds, coating himself in my arousal, but it's not enough. I need him inside me, need to feel every thick, pulsing inch of him claiming me as his own.

“Liam, please,” I moan against his lips, my nails scoring down the flexing muscles of his back. “I can't wait any longer...”

With a guttural growl, he surges forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The breath leaves my lungs in a rush, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. For a moment, we're both still, lost in the exquisite sensation.

“Goddess, Taylor. You’re perfect. So perfect,” he whispers against my lips.

Goddess? Then he starts to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in with a force that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. He sets a punishing rhythm, each deep, driving thrust angled to hit that spot inside that has me seeing galaxies. The sounds of our joining fill the air, mingling with our ragged breaths and wordless cries of pleasure.

A force builds between us, as though our souls reach for each other. Each roll of Liam's hips, each slide of his sweat-slicked skin against mine, intensifies powerful, foreign emotions I know can’t be mine but then I lose myself to the sensations, to the feeling of Liam moving inside me. He's everywhere at once, filling every part of me until there's no room for anything else. The coil of tension low in my belly winds tighter, my inner muscles fluttering around his length as I climb higher toward the peak.

With a blinding flash of ecstasy, I fly apart in his arms, my body convulsing with the force of my release. Liam's roar echoes through the room as he finds his own completion, his cock jerking and pulsing as he spills himself deep inside me. The heat of his seed triggers another wave of pleasure, prolonging my climax until I'm shaking and boneless beneath him.

In the aftermath, as we lie tangled together, I swear I can feel the very essence of him twining with mine. I feel his awe and gratitude. Devotion.

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