Page 16 of Wolf's Wild Woman

I moaned in response, unable to articulate how he made me feel. It was so much more than good, more than fulfilling. It was every part of my body coming to life and perfectly attuning to him. His every move prompted a reaction in me. Every ounce of pleasure he felt was magnified in me. The rasp of his body hair against sensitive nerves. The heat of his body covering mine. The brush of flesh against flesh and the drip of sweat. His scent bathed me, filling my lungs much the way his shaft speared my center. Nothing. Nothing in my life had prepared me for him.

I lifted my legs to grip his hips, curling my arms under his to get a better grip on his shoulders. Then I held tight, riding the storm overtaking us. I rose into him as the pleasure crashed through us. He was my anchor in the storm, somehow managing to keep me grounded while letting me fly at the same time. And fly is exactly what I did as I reached orgasm. I arched my head back, exposing my throat, and he dropped his mouth, sucking at the column as he rode me.

“Taylor!”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he crooned in that sexy voice of his. “Hold on to me.”

I clung, lifting my face to his, eager for his kiss. He didn’t disappoint, with soft nibbles followed by gentle flicks of his tongue at the seam. Then he licked his way inside my mouth. I moved my hands up so I could cradle his face. The kiss went from exploring to orgasm-inducing in seconds then to soothing. And still he rode me hard. He pumped until I was pooled beneath him, too strung out from the overload of pleasure to do much more than moan softly.

That was when he finally allowed himself release. He grunted, changing the angle of penetration every few strokes as if he were searching for the exact spot he wanted. My channel fluttered around him, still rippling from the numerous orgasms I’d had. Then with a growl, he lowered his head toward my throat and gripped my flesh between his teeth as he came.

He collapsed atop me, and I wrapped one leg around his, trying to hold him there when he grunted and tried to move.

“Stay,” I whispered. “I like the way you feel on top of me.”

He shifted enough so his pelvis stayed with mine but his upper body was half on, half off. Then he settled beside me with a groan, turning his head so he could nuzzle my neck.

He murmured something as he dozed off, and everything in my body stopped for a moment.

“Taylor?”

His only reply was a soft snore.

I had to be mistaken. It was too soon, too fast. Lord, we hadn’t even known each other more than a couple days. I’d heard things moved fast between mates once they’d found each other, going from zero to three-sixty in the space of one heartbeat to the next.

I hadn’t told Taylor everything Rowan had shared with me. He’d also said when I found my mate, the two of us would fall hard and fast. I’d laughed it off, but there’d been a look in Rowan’s gaze that made me briefly wonder if he’d found his mate. But if he had, she’d have been with him. There was no way he’d have been apart from her, not if it felt the same as it did between Taylor and me.

Knowing my mate slept beside me gave me the courage to share the words back, though not quite the same way. He’d said I love you. I wasn’t ready to leap into those words yet.

“I’m falling in love with you, too,” I whispered.

Falling fast with no safety net in sight.

Chapter Eight

~Taylor~

I stayed at the house with Rebel for four days before I had to leave. I’d missed Bas’ mating ceremony with Raina Byrd—Raina James now. Cyan was still off with the woman he’d carted out of the bar.

As reluctant as I was to leave our home, I had to go check in with more than a phone call. Bas needed to see me. There were issues to discuss. Logistics to go over when it came to absorbing the members of the Rigton pack into ours and taking over their territory. Surrounding packs had to be made aware, and that meant muscle needed to be displayed to dissuade any of them from thinking Rigton was ripe for the picking.

I still couldn’t believe the pack had been left in such disarray in the wake of Rowan Byrd’s death. I get that he wasn’t mated and didn’t have an heir, but as the previous alpha, his father should have stepped up. Hell, they could have put Raina in place as alpha. From what I’d learned of her, she’d have been a perfect pick. Instead, most of the pack males had departed, leaving those remaining exposed to threat. They were damn lucky Bas had taken one look at Raina’s picture and fallen hard.

This morning, my dilemma was leaving my sleeping mate in our bed. I knew she wanted to go back by her mother’s house to check on things, but I didn’t want her going alone. I left her a note promising I’d be back shortly and telling her to wait for me before going anywhere. I still wasn’t sure Makers hadn’t followed along with his dad when he’d cut out of town, but I wouldn’t let down my guard until I knew for certain the threat no longer existed.

She turned in her sleep, and the sheet tugged down enough to bare one soft pink nipple. It took all I had to turn away instead of bending and sucking the delicious morsel into my mouth. I forced my legs to move and shut the door quietly behind me. Locking the house up tight, I put in a call to Simon to let him know I was on my way.

“‘Bout time you decided to show up,” Simon razzed me.

“Shut up,” I ordered, and the bastard only laughed. If he wasn’t so good at his job, I might have to knock him around some. But Simon was golden when it came to anything electronic. He could also handle himself in a fight, though many failed to see that until he’d put them in their place. We’d become fast friends, much to the surprise of the rest of our pack.

“Anything I need to know?” I headed down the road on foot. I wasn’t far from the main house, and if anyone came snooping around, I wanted to give the illusion I was still home.

“We’ll go over everything when you get here. I’ve got a list of places where we need to put in appearances. Make sure we head off any problems before they occur.”

Sounded like Simon. Always thinking ahead.

“How’s Rebel?” he asked.

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