Page 27 of Craved By a Wolf

His lass was a wild one indeed.

Kin pressed his claws into her backside and pumped harder, taking her deeper and stealing control from her. She arched against him, her fingertips digging into his shoulder and nape as he angled his hips and thrust deeper still, making her take all of him, a slave to the urge to brand her and make her want no other. He wanted her to feel him for days, to know that she was his now.

He grunted and broke the kiss, buried his face in her neck as he focused on the way it felt to be inside her, how hot and tight she was around him, perfectly gloving him, and how she moaned each time he thrust to the hilt, the head of his cock striking deep inside her. He lengthened his strokes and her moans grew wilder, her head tipping back as she bowed towards him.

“So close,” she whispered, desperately clawing at his shoulders.

His shaft thickened and hardened, his balls aching as they drew up, and he grunted as he took her faster, unable to slow down now, to hold himself back. She gasped with each brutal plunge that drove her into the wall, surprised him by letting her legs fall open, surrendering to him. An urge rolled through him, commanding him to obey. On a feral, wicked growl that echoed around the glen, he bit down hard on her shoulder.

Hella cried out her release, the feel of her body pulsing around his cock and the trickle of her pleasure that ran into him propelling him over the edge with her.

He threw his head back and howled as he thrust into her, as seed boiled up his shaft and stars winked across his vision. Bliss swept through him as he clutched her in place, holding her at his mercy as he throbbed, flooding her with his essence.

When his body stopped trembling and his mind cleared, he cracked his eyes open and gazed down at her.

His mate.

Rose coloured her cheeks, her green eyes still hazy with satisfaction, and he found he wanted to put this image of her to memory, so he could recall how she looked after being thoroughly loved by him.

But he wanted to do something else more.

As the last light of day faded and the darkness swept in, he bent his head and kissed her.

Sinking his fangs into her nape to claim her as his eternal mate.

Chapter 10

Hella hurried back upstairs when a growl curled through the air, abandoning her mission to pack everything she could into her carpet bag. She crossed her cream living room to the white door at the far end of it and eased it open to peer around it. The wolf sprawled in the middle of her double bed, the dark blue covers tangled in his legs, thrashed his head side to side and arched off the mattress. The violent action shook the wooden bedframe, slamming the headboard against the wall, and she hoped to the gods that her neighbours didn’t lodge a noise complaint. They probably thought she was giving him the ride of his life.

Which was awfully tempting.

She shut down that dangerous line of thought and focused on viewing him as a problem, not something she could use to scratch her itches.

She still wasn’t sure what to do with him.

He had shifted back soon after she had dragged his dead weight up the stairs and onto her bed and had been restless ever since, rubbing himself all over her sheets.

Gloriously naked.

She glanced at his hips.

Gloriously hard.

She had wanted to make him more comfortable when he had been in his wolf form, so she had removed his jeans without considering the fact that when he returned to his human form, he would be nude.

She eased into the room, doing her best not to stare as she moved to check on him and make sure the spell was holding. He sank against the mattress, every muscle on his honed torso flexing with each hard breath he pulled down. Heat scalded her cheeks as he rocked his hips, his impressive erection thrusting into the air.

Mother earth, it really was tempting to drop her hand and stroke that solid length of steel, running her hand from the broad dark head to his tight balls.

She kept her hands to herself instead, reminded herself that he was a problem, and one she would only make worse if he knew she wanted him.

Hella grabbed the duvet, pulled it out from between his long muscular legs, and tossed it over him, covering his lower half. It didn’t stop him from rutting the air and didn’t stop her from staring at his chest as it shifted in a powerful symphony that rocked her, shook her, made her ache to climb on top of him and help him deal with that pesky hard-on he was sporting.

He groaned, the sound pure male and wicked, sending a thrill chasing through her that had her nipples beading against her dress and heat pooling low in her belly.

His head tipped back into the pillows as he strained, his big body bowing off the mattress again.

White-hot jealousy coursed through her as she watched him.

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