Page 7 of Piper's Perfect Mate

“Soon, baby. Let your body adjust to me.”

He set a slow and easy rhythm, and I lowered my gaze again to watch every stroke. I couldn’t stay quiet. I moaned and gasped, trying my best to move my hips in counterpoint to his.

“More. Please!”

“More what?” he asked. “Do you want it faster?”

He sped up.

“Harder?”

Each thrust slapped his pelvis against mine, stimulating my clitoris.

“Deeper?”

He slammed his cock deeper than before. I cried out. His hands slid down my thighs and around to cup my buttocks. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down with me so he lay over me like a blanket. He rode me hard, and his mouth was everywhere. His teeth marking me, so no one would doubt I was his. Especially me. This was what I’d wanted, what I’d waited for. It… No, he had been more than worth it.

He brought me to release twice more before taking me up again. I swore I was barely conscious. Overloaded with pleasure. Completely boneless. Then that invisible cord tightened again. I clawed at the bed, desperate to grip something, so I knew I wasn’t flying above the earth. I made no sound when I came, the scream locked in my throat as I arched into him.

“Piper,” he moaned as he buried every inch of his shaft and overflowed me with his release.

We stayed pressed together for a long moment. I forced my eyes open, eating him with my gaze. He glanced down at me, and one side of his mouth curved up into a grin. Then he leaned closer, dropping a kiss on my lips, nibbling along my chin. I wrapped around him, pulling him closer until he draped over me like the warmest blanket.

“I’m too heavy, baby.”

“No. Stay like this. I like the way you feel.”

Michael chuckled.

“On you or inside you?”

He moved his hips, and I realized he was still hard. As much as I wanted him again, I couldn’t stop the whimper that slid from my lips.

“Shh… I swear my dick’s been hard since the day you joined the pack. Now, that it’s tasted heaven, it won’t be going down anytime soon.”

He eased from me then turned us, so I was sprawled on his chest. His fingers skimmed along my spine.

“Did I hurt you?”

The question was murmured, but I heard his concern.

“No. God, no, Michael! It was perfect. Unbelievable. More than I’ve ever imagined.”

He dropped a kiss on my upturned face.

“I like that you’ve imagined us making love.”

“I have years of fantasies about you.”

Michael laughed. I loved the flash of his teeth and remembered where he’d bitten me with them. Then there were the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him, and I’d helped to get him that way.

“I like this.”

“Being naked and freshly fucked?” he questioned with a grin.

“Being here with you,” I countered then added, “Naked and freshly fucked.”

“I’ve always wanted you,” he admitted. “I tried to stay away, to keep my distance, but I always knew where you were.”

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