Page 30 of Sasha's Wounded Wolf

“Please! Oh, God. Please, Rowan. Make me come!”

He growled against my flesh. His lips wrapped my swollen clitoris tight, and he sucked greedily, giving me mere seconds to adjust to that before he thrust two fingers inside me and fucked me mercilessly with them. I cried out, my hands everywhere. I clawed at the bed, grabbed his head to try to control it, then when that didn’t work, I scratched at his shoulders only to go back to the bedding to try to ground myself when I felt the oncoming explosion.

“Rowan!” I wailed as I came, and still, he ate me, replacing his fingers with his tongue while he leaned in and pressed my thighs impossibly wider.

He wouldn’t let me come down, not completely. Every time the pleasure started to recede, he took me back to the edge and tossed me into the maelstrom again. I lost count after my third orgasm. I swore I’d pass out after the fourth, and I had no control of my body when he finally rose. He flipped me onto my stomach, jerked my hips up and thrust into me.

“Mine,” he growled, bending over my back and sucking at my neck. “My mate. I’m never losing you again. Never.”

“No,” I agreed softly, too breathless to say much else.

“I want another baby,” he whispered at my ear, slowing his pace. “I want to be there from the start. Watch our child grow inside you. Be there for you when he or she is born. I want everything we were robbed of.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “God, yes.”

“Tonight,” he vowed. “I’m going to fuck you until my seed takes inside you.”

His words were like an aphrodisiac, setting my blood alight with need. He fucked me hard, pounding into me while I moaned and writhed under him. He didn’t stop. He had me coming again quickly, and I buried my face in the pillow to try to tame the scream rising from my throat. He threaded his fingers through mine on the bed and held tight while he slipped his other hand under my belly, finding my clit and playing it to his rhythm.

His thrusts became frantic then jerky, and I knew he was close.

“Rowan,” I begged. “Come inside me. Fill me up. Make a baby with me.”

My mate growled, biting down at the base of my neck as his seed flooded my womb. He held his cock deep, panting against me as he came.

“Not enough,” he muttered. “More. Give you more.”

I wasn’t sure I could take more, but he eased out, turned me over, and filled me again. He tempered his pace this time, setting a slow, steady cadence that was just as consuming as the frantic fucking we’d been doing.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” I assured him, reaching up to urge his mouth to mine.

I clung to him, not wanting to break our kiss. Sweat coated both of us, so our bodies were a slick glide of flesh on flesh. He broke the seal of our lips and left a trail of sucking bites down my throat to my breasts. He stopped there, licking over my nipples before catching one between his teeth and nipping it. At my cry, he sucked it in, rubbing his tongue over it in an attempt to soothe. He treated the other nipple to the same, then his cock left me empty as he trailed his hands and mouth over my stomach, forcing my legs wider with his shoulders.

His fingers spread my lips, and I watched his heated gaze stare at my exposed sex. His fingers trailed over my thigh, capturing the proof of our passion that had slipped free of my pussy.

“Let’s keep this inside,” he growled then licked over me while his fingers pushed the seed back into me.

“Rowan, please,” I cried. “Oh, God. I can’t! Too much.”

His only answer was to pull his fingers free and dip his tongue inside. My hips jerked up against his face. He was tasting us, the blend of our releases inside me. Then he rose up my body again, capturing my face.

“Taste us,” he demanded and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tasted him and me, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

This time, when he broke my kiss, he reared back, pulled my ankles to his shoulders, leaned into me and took my body again. It was hard and deep and at a frantic pace that had me screaming with release within the first three strokes. Rowan wasn’t far behind. He collapsed at my side, tugging me against his chest. I didn’t realize I was crying until he reached down and ran his fingers over my cheek.

“Did I hurt you, baby?”

“No,” I struggled to reassure him as I fought to inhale. “It… I… You…”

I couldn’t finish a thought much less a sentence, but my mate seemed to understand. He cuddled me close, reaching down to jerk the twisted covers up and over us.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to hold you all night, and I’ll still be wrapped around you when you wake up in the morning.”

I rubbed my hands over his chest, up to his shoulders, and looked up when I felt something slick under my fingertips.

“You’re bleeding,” I accused. “Why didn’t you tell me I scratched you up?”

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