Page 50 of Craved By a Wolf

And kissed her.

Not a gentle, tender kiss.

His kiss was rough and commanding, meant to bend her to his will and make her submit to him, and gods, she loved it. She lost herself in it, her hands coming up to fist his wet shirt as desperation rolled through her, shattering her control. He was right. Damn him. He was right. She did need him.

She had never needed anyone as fiercely as she needed him.

And here in this dream world she could have him.

Here there were no consequences to her actions. She could take what she wanted and give what he needed, and nothing between them would change.

On a low, strangled moan, she tugged at his shirt, the need to get it off him more important than air at that moment. He broke the kiss and reached over his back, gripped his shirt and pulled it off, revealing every inch of his delicious torso. Hella groaned and swooped on it, kissed a path across his chest that had him moaning and clutching her to him. She circled his left nipple with her tongue and then moved downwards, her hands joining in the fun, exploring every inch of his hard pecs and the heavy ropes of his stomach. Gods, this man was pure strength, hard beneath her greedy hands in a way that spoke to her on a primal level, firing her up.

Hella reached for the waist of his kilt.

MacKinnon beat her to it, unfastening the red and green tartan and opening it to reveal himself. Sweet gods. She groaned and reached for the hard length that jutted towards her, determined to fulfil her fantasies about touching it. He trembled as she brushed her thumb over the broad head, smearing a pearl of moisture into his skin, and stroked her hand downwards. When she cupped his balls, his hips jerked forwards, his growl wicked and low. It curled through her, heating her blood another few degrees.

His mouth descended on hers again, his hands coming down to fist her skirts and pull at them. A moan escaped her as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck, as he nipped at her skin and sent a shiver rolling through her. She tilted her head back as his right arm banded around her waist and he dropped his head to her breasts, kissing and laving the swells of them.

Distracting her.

She didn’t realise what he was doing until her corset loosened.

Hella stilled as he peeled it away from her, revealing her to his gaze. He loosed another low growl, this one a rumbling sound that reverberated through her as he dragged her to him and lowered his head to her bare breasts. She moaned as he licked and sucked her nipples, as his fingers dug into her upper back and her bottom. She dug her own fingers into his shoulders, gripping them fiercely as he drove her out of her mind, as he ignited her body and torched her control. An urge ripped through her and she dropped her hands from his shoulders, grabbed her skirts and pulled at them, freeing her legs.

She hopped up and wrapped them around his hips, and reached between them, seized hold of his cock and guided him into her. He grunted as she pressed down on him, his entire body tensing as he clutched her to him, and a heartbeat passed in which he didn’t move.

And then he snarled and claimed her mouth in a hard kiss as he gripped her hip and began thrusting, each plunge and withdrawal wilder than the last. Hella’s breaths quickened in time with his as her body came alive, as he stretched and filled her, the size of him making it impossible for her not to feel every inch as he slid into her, not to mourn them when he pulled out only to fill her again. His hips pumped harder, faster as he kissed her deeper, and she worked her body against his, desperation mounting inside her as need coiled in her abdomen and flooded her mind, leaving only sensation, only the fierce and frantic reach for release.

She threw her head back and screamed when it hit her, rocked her with such force that she knew she would never be the same. Her body quivered, thighs shaking as he pumped her harder and faster, burying his face in her neck now.

He clamped down on her flesh with his blunt teeth and growled as he came.

Hella moaned with each hard pulse of his cock, each hot jet of seed, and clung to him.

Fearing she had been wrong.

There would be consequences to her actions here in this dream.

Because now more than ever, she needed to know if MacKinnon would make her feel like this in reality.

She needed him.

And resisting him was starting to feel impossible.

Chapter 16

MacKinnon came awake with a jolt that snapped him into an upright position.

Or it would have if something hadn’t held his wrists in place above his head, stopping him from moving more than a few inches.

He cast a panicked look at his arms and the silver cuffs that were snug against his wrists, chains attaching them to the two posts on either side of the headboard. His breaths shortened, his mind darkening as memories pushed to the surface. He fought them, sharpening his mind and focusing it on something else to keep them at bay so they didn’t overwhelm him.

He breathed slowly, evenly, and closed his eyes, willing himself to relax and not fight his bonds. If he did that, the memories would take hold of him. He focused on his breathing, on keeping it calm and measured, shutting out the sensation of cold metal around his wrists. It wasn’t there.

Focusing on something else became easy as he caught Hella’s scent in the air. Heather and rain, laced with something more than spice this time. Desire. He pulled down a deeper breath, letting the scent of her desire seep deep into his pores, until she was all he could smell.

His shaft swelled and hardened in response, his body aching for her, the need she stirred in him swift to roll back to a boil. Where was she? He focused his senses, seeking her, and found her downstairs. But she had been here a moment ago. Her scent was fresh. Heated. Had she been watching him again?

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