Page 116 of Craved By a Wolf

But glad that she had when cool air washed over her backside and Kin snarled, the possessive sound thrilling her. She gazed over her shoulder at him, on fire for him. He stoked that fire as he fisted her skirts in one hand and ran the other down the corset of her dress, and his eyes lifted to collide with hers.

“You do look beautiful in it,” he murmured, his voice scraping low, relaying his desire as he raked his eyes over her again. “My mate.”

He skimmed his hand around her thigh to her front as he stepped up behind her, his gaze holding hers. She shivered as he stroked between her thighs, her head growing hazy as his fingers teased her, cranking up her need until she rocked with each brush of them, aching for more. His lips captured hers and he kissed her hard as he made her hold her skirts. She twisted them in her fists, on the verge of begging him to give her what she needed.

Kin eased her legs apart and dipped his body, and she moaned as he inched into her.

She leaned forwards, eager to feel all of him, aching for more.

He gripped her hip and thrust deep, ripping a gasp from her and then another as he began moving inside her, fast and hard, pushing her to the edge in a handful of seconds. He pulled her back against him and kissed her. She cried into his mouth as he squeezed her sensitive bead and release hit her, had her trembling around his cock as he plunged into her, deeper now, riding her climax.

He groaned in time with her, his grip on her hip tightening as he leaned her away from him and took her harder. She reached behind her and grabbed his arm to steady herself as she rocked forwards with each powerful thrust, shooting through the haze of one release and barrelling towards another. He grunted and pulled his hand from beneath her skirts, lifted it and twisted her hair around it, tugging it away from her nape and bringing her back against his chest.

Her breath sawed from her, every sense she possessed heightening as his breath washed across her nape. Her nipples beaded, each plunge of his shaft feeling like heaven as she waited, as he teased her by blowing on her neck and sensitising it. It wasn’t enough.

“Kin,” she moaned, on the verge again, reaching for a release that felt as if it was beyond her, impossible to make happen no matter how she flexed her body and worked it against him, riding him.

“You’re sure, lass? This is forever.” He kissed her nape, sending sparks skittering over her skin.

“Already mine forever,” she murmured. “Make me yours.”

On a wicked growl, he angled his head and sank his fangs into her nape.

Hella screamed his name as fire swept through her, blazing from the point where he had bitten her and between her thighs, colliding inside her to ricochet through her and blank her mind. She drifted in the haze, lost and found at the same time as an incredible connection formed and she could feel everything he did.

All the love.

The gratitude.

The sensation of feeling honoured and humbled, and a little bit wild.

Hella put that part down to his wolf.

He released her neck and howled as he plunged deep into her and throbbed, spilling seed and triggering a third release that had her head spinning and her sagging in his arms. Mother earth. She sank against him as he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place on him as he continued to spill, each pulse drawing a grunt from him and a moan from her. When he bent his head and licked her neck, she shook and moaned, fire reigniting in her blood to make her wonder if him licking his marks would always have this effect on her.

Kin twisted her in his arms and flopped onto the bed with her. He tucked her to his side, his chest heaving with each hard breath, his eyes glassy as they locked on the ceiling. She smiled as she snuggled up to him, couldn’t stop herself from grinning as she gazed at him and felt everything he was.

She had never felt so loved.

The look Kin gave her when he turned his head towards her said she wasn’t alone.

She gripped his shoulders and hooked her leg over him, straddling his hips, and kissed him, keeping it soft and savouring it. His hands skimmed down to her backside and he groaned as he tried to deepen the kiss and she didn’t let him.

She pulled back instead.

Gazed down at her wolf.

Her mate.

She stroked her fingers across the front of his throat, through the short hairs of his stubble. “So… I was thinking I should get you a collar.”

He frowned at her. “Is this going to be a joke about the fact I’m a wolf and you own me?”

She shook her head, trying not to pout as he ruined it, and then sighed as she brushed her fingers across her nape and felt his mark there.

His look turned serious as his eyes shifted back to silver, and gods, she loved his eyes. No one had eyes as beautiful and striking as her mate.

“Whatever mark you want to make on me, I’ll accept it, love. I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He palmed her waist.

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