Page 67 of Craved By a Wolf

Hella bent over and dropped her head, wrapped her lips around him and moaned in time with him as she explored him with her tongue. He growled and fisted her hair. When he began pumping his hips, trying to fuck her mouth, she gripped his hips and pushed him back, earning a feral snarl from him.

“I’m in control here. Not you.” She narrowed her eyes on him, trying to be firm when all she really wanted to do was suck him until his legs gave out and he bellowed in pleasure. She stroked her hands down his arms to his wrists. “I own you.”

He really didn’t like that.

He turned savage in a heartbeat, his expression twisting in vicious lines as his eyes glowed gold, and she flicked a worried glance at his chest, aware she had gone too far even when she had only been trying to amp up the wickedness of the moment with some sexy talk. He grabbed her before she could focus on the spell that held him so the chains would shorten, his mouth descending on hers. His kiss was rough, his grip on her too tight, and she swore she could feel him slipping, surrendering to his instincts.

Not good.

She desperately placed her hands against his chest, over his thundering heart, and tried to break free so she could call his name and bring him back to her.

Only her touch was enough to do that this time, had him wrenching away from her mouth to gaze down at his chest.

Hella stroked her palms over it and then lifted her right hand and pushed her fingers through his wild dark hair. Not petting him. She wasn’t petting the big, bad wolf. He liked it though, his gaze growing hooded again, his features relaxing as he leaned into her touch. Apparently, her wolf enjoyed being petted.

She smiled wickedly and lowered her other hand to pet him elsewhere. He groaned as her palm brushed his hard shaft and it kicked, eager for her touch. Eager for her. She wanted it too, was on fire for this male. She stroked him a few more times, distracting him with the pleasure and sedating him, and then released him and hopped up onto the bench table.

His growl of displeasure died before it fully left his lips as she shimmied out of her panties and spread her legs, baring herself to him. He swallowed and seized her thighs, trying to pull her to him as he stepped towards her. A hand on his cock stopped him this time, and he stilled as she stroked it and touched herself. He stared at her hand as she teased her own flesh, his rumbling growls and little grunts filling the thick silence.

He grabbed his shaft.

Hella stroked the head, smearing moisture into it. “I know you need me, but I need to be ready for you.”

He stilled and frowned at her, released his breath and dropped his gaze back to her hands. She rewarded him for his patience by stroking him, giving him some relief. Which only made her burn hotter. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him as she touched herself, imagining him filling her, growing wetter by the second.

Aching for him.

Too much.

She leaned back slightly and drew him towards her, desperate to feel him inside her and live out her fantasies.

MacKinnon growled and grabbed her hips, and before she could catch up, she was face down on the table and he was inching into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the table as he slowly filled her, stretching her to the point of pain, and whispered a spell, one designed to take that pain away, because she wanted only pleasure from this moment. She moaned as he nudged deeper and grunted, his breaths sawing from him as he struggled to join them slowly. It touched her. Even this far gone, this desperate and wild for her, he didn’t want to hurt her.

“MacKinnon,” she breathed and he slid deeper still, and gods, she needed him all the way inside her, needed to know the feeling of being one with him. She didn’t want slow. She wanted fierce. She wanted tofeelhim. She looked over her shoulder at him. Tight lines bracketed his mouth as he focused on where they joined. His gaze lifted to hers. She pushed back onto him a little, trying to show him that she needed him. Now. She whispered, “Kin.”

His expression shifted, delight in his eyes one moment and hunger the next, and she cried out as he thrust deep into her, filling her all the way.

He leaned over her, fisting her hair with one hand to pull her head back and gripping the bench with the other as he pounded into her, punishing and powerful thrusts that would have moved the bench if he hadn’t been holding it in place.

Mother earth.

She breathed hard as he took her, lost in how wicked it was as he bent her to his will, making her a slave to him and her desires. Delicious. He pumped her harder, each brutal thrust striking her deep in her core, and she loved it. He groaned and grunted against her back, his breath washing her bare skin as he drove into her, pushing her towards what she knew was going to be an earth-shattering—no, life-altering—release.

He moved back, releasing the bench, and she gripped it instead, trying to hold it in place as he deepened his thrusts and palmed her backside, his grip on her hair forcing her head up and her spine to arch. Her nipples brushed the wooden top with each thrust, adding to her pleasure, and his balls slapped her sensitive bead. He massaged her buttock and she was close, soaring and desperate for one final push.

MacKinnon stroked his thumb down the cleft of her buttocks and pressed it into her, digging his fingers into the fleshy cheek at the same time, holding her firmly in place. A cry burst from her as pleasure detonated inside her, so intense that everything went hazy for a moment before it came back and she could breathe again. He pressed his thumb deeper as he continued to take her, rougher now, riding her climax and driving her towards another. His chains rattled against her hips, cool against her flesh as he pumped her deeper, faster, more desperately.

She was close again.

The door in front of her opened and she almost screamed in horror as Fenix filled the doorframe. The tawny-haired incubus stared at her, his green eyes wide as he got one hell of a view of her and MacKinnon.

MacKinnon growled and took her harder, the dominant way he responded to the presence of another male thrilling her and sending her soaring higher.

Fenix swiftly backed out of the door and closed it, and her momentary horror was quick to disappear as MacKinnon kept thrusting, his grip on her tightening as he pushed her right to the edge again.

He plunged deep inside her and howled, his entire body shuddering as he spilled, powerful hot jets that had her thighs quivering and body shaking against the table as she followed him. He eased out and back into her, slowly this time, thrusting gently as he came. Each one was slower than the last as he throbbed and she pulsed around him, coming down with him as she caught her breath.

She mourned the absence of him as he pulled out of her and she turned in time to see him sag against the wall, his chest rising and falling on hard breaths and his silver gaze hazy.

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