Page 12 of Wolf's Wild Woman

He pumped his tongue in and out, fucking me through the little tremors that still shook me. Then he moved it up, flattening it over my clit and rubbing while thrusting two fingers back inside me. He took me up to the edge of release once more and held me there, stretching the promise of pleasure to the point I reached for it with everything I had.

“Taylor,” I moaned. Maybe, it was more of a whimper. A plea, even.

He did something with his shoulders that lifted my hips, putting my sex at an angle that let him work those big fingers in a way that stretched my inner walls. An ache built deep inside me, and I knew it would only be satisfied when he finally took me. I thrust my sex against his mouth. I couldn’t stop. With a husky chuckle and a sharp nip at the bottom curve of my ass, he changed the angle until I was screaming his name as I came again.

Before I caught my breath, he flipped onto my stomach and lifted my ass. His cock pressed against me then into me, and I lost my breath again as he eased in. I swore I felt my heartbeat in the flex of his cock. He held still, but I couldn’t. Maybe, he was trying to let me adjust, but all I needed was for him to move. To create that same sweet friction his fingers had.

“Fuck me,” I begged, using words I’d never thought I’d utter. My heart stuttered for a moment then calmed at Taylor’s words.

“What we do is make love,” he asserted as he slid back from me, his cock tugging along my sheath until it almost popped free. Then he surged back, hitting deep. “My mate.”

His hands gripped my hips, and he began a rhythm that had me locking my knees and dropping to my elbows in an attempt to remain in place beneath him. He surrounded me, filled me, and I relished every moment.

“Perfect,” he groaned. “God, you’re perfect.”

I shook my head in denial and earned a tap of his hand on my buttock. The fire burned my skin, sinking lower until it licked at my clit. Oh, god! He was going to make me come again.

“Love me then,” I begged. “Love me hard.”

That husky chuckle again. He increased his pace until he pounded into my sex. I reached down between my thighs and rubbed my fingertips over my clitoris, using the lubrication we’d created to help me crest the rise again. My sex locked down on him and still he rode me as I’d asked. And when I came around him, when I felt blackness at the edge of my vision as I fought to breathe, he roared my name. I felt the gush of his release inside and knew I’d found the one thing I’d feared I’d never find.

Home.

Chapter Six

~Taylor~

I cleaned Rebel as gently as I could, trying my best not to wake her. She’d been through a lot over the course of the evening. Emotionally and physically. She hadn’t challenged my mate claim, but she hadn’t returned it either. Not that it mattered to me. I was keeping her. If she tried to leave, I’d chase her down and bring her back then make love to her until she passed out, until she realized that we belonged together. No man would ever love her as fiercely or thoroughly as I planned to. And if another man tried…I’d kill him.

I eased her under the covers then headed back to the bathroom to discard the towels and get the light. I picked up our clothes and placed them in the hamper. In the morning, she could wear something of mine until we put away her things. Hell, I’d have her moved in before she realized what was happening.

I got into the bed beside her and pulled her against my body. The feel of her in my arms had my cock stretching to say hello, but I ignored it. I might have gone a little overboard showing her how good we’d be together, but after what we’d shared, there’d be no way she’d doubt it. She owned me. Every inch of me. Inside and out.

I cupped her breast in my palm, holding the fullness in my hand, and imagined our child nursing there while I watched. I pressed my other hand against her flat belly and visualized it swollen with our child. If the fates were kind, she’d already be pregnant with our firstborn. I wondered how many children she’d agree to give me. I’d always wanted a big family. No guessing on that one. I’d been an outcast until I’d met the James Pack, a lone wolf searching for the one thing he’d always been denied. A family. My pack was my family now, but a man wanted to create his own immortality through sons and daughters when he finally found his mate.

I’d have to take care of the Benji Makers problem first. She hadn’t said anything on the subject, but I knew she worried about him coming after her. And about me getting hurt protecting her. I’d be flattered that she cared if I weren’t so irritated at her lack of faith in me. I would protect her. No matter what came at us. If Makers was lucky, his father had gotten to him and persuaded him to leave. I hoped not, though. I wanted to get my hands on him. Rebel deserved nothing less from her mate.

I snuggled in, wrapping around her so that she wouldn’t be able to move without me knowing it. I buried my nose in her hair and breathed deeply of her scent mixed with the musk of the sex we’d shared. I drifted off to sleep and woke to velvet heat stroking along my shaft. I knew what it was before I even opened my eyes. Rebel. More accurately, her mouth. Tasting me as I had her the night before. I almost came the moment awareness hit me.

“Fuck,” I growled, tilting my head back and reaching down to spear my fingers through her hair. It was long and loose this morning, shielding her face from me. I tugged it back. Glancing down my body to catch a glimpse of her face, I watched her lips spread wide around my girth. Then she flicked her gaze up to meet mine. Christ! What a woman.

I growled, wrapping her hair around my fists as I slowly fucked up into her mouth. Her moan vibrated down into my sac and had that orgasm looming closer. Then she tried to take me into her throat. My hips automatically rose to meet the promised heaven and I heard her gag. It took all I had to pull back. I hooked my hands under her arms and jerked her up my body until she straddled my head.

“Hold on,” I ordered and spread her sweet pussy wide so I could feast. She was the sweetest treat I’d ever tasted, an addiction I looked forward to starting. She gave a cry and gripped the headboard behind my head. Her knees were braced beside my shoulders, and with some encouragement, she sank lower on my face.

I had her coming within minutes, my name a shout from her lips. She was sweeter than honey, and I wanted to rub her juices into my skin, so everyone would be able to smell her on me. I moved my mouth to her clit and used two fingers to work her channel, angling so I could brush along her anus as I did.

She chanted my name softly, reaching down to grip my hair with her fingers. This was how we should start every morning, with her juices dripping down my chin before I mounted her, so we could both greet the day with an orgasm. I worked her through a second orgasm, lapping up as much of her sweetness as I could before slipping from between her thighs.

“Stay just like that,” I ordered as I rose and turned behind her. I slid my knees between hers, lifting her so she straddled my lap, my cock kissing her opening. I spread my palm over her belly and held her close as she sank onto me. Even better than I remembered. That’s how she felt. Even better.

I gripped her shoulder with my mouth, and her whimper of submission was my undoing. I fucked her hard and fast, penetrating deep with every thrust. We became animal instinct, and the instinct was to mate. I wanted this woman with every inch of my being. I knew women weren’t possessions, but the animal side of me challenged that statement, determined that she belonged to us. I wasn’t a savage, though. I belonged to her, as well. Mutual belonging.

At some point, she couldn’t hold on anymore, and I turned us on the bed so she was flat on her stomach beneath me. I gripped her hips, lifting them just enough so I could continue thrusting, maintaining the pleasure we both reveled in. I fought a war with myself. I wanted to come, and at the same time, I wanted to spend forever wrapped in her liquid heat.

Then I imagined my cum filling her up, spilling out of her, covering her inside and out. I wanted to see it painting her buttocks, splashed on her belly and thighs, dribbling along the curves of her breasts, dotting her lips and cheeks. It was enough to have me roaring with release. Eventually, we’d get to that. Right now, I wanted it all inside her.

I managed to maneuver us, so I could keep my cock tucked inside her without crushing her tiny body. I had one hand wrapped around her middle, keeping her pressed to me while I ran my fingers up and down her side.

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