Page 78 of Craved By a Wolf

On a low growl, Kin reached between them and tore her panties away.

She tensed against him, another gasp bursting from her lips, one that he turned into a moan again as he stroked her plush petals. He joined her, groaning as he felt how wet she was, how ready she was to accept him.

Her left hand gripped his bare shoulder and she pulled herself up, wrapped her legs around his hips and eagerly drew him to her. He fisted his cock again and then gave her what she wanted, sliding the broad head down through her folds to breach her. Gods. His breath hitched as he nudged inside her, his heart going wild as her heat scorched him and his instincts roared up on him, attempting to steal control and make him assert his dominance.

He denied them, easing into her instead, making her take every inch of him and showing her what she did to him. He was crazed for her, craved her like he had no other, and couldn’t get enough of her. She tunnelled her fingers into his hair, twisting the dark lengths around them, and dragged his head down to hers. Her lips claimed his, her kiss fierce and demanding, and he groaned as he heard the silent order in it.

She didn’t want gentle.

She didn’t need him to be soft and tender.

She wanted wild and passionate, and gods, he could do that.

Kin held her hips in a fierce grip, unable to resist digging his short claws in to anchor himself to her as he withdrew and plunged back in. A moan burst from her lips, washing over his, and she pressed her fingertips into his flesh, scoring his scalp and clinging to his shoulder as she began to work her body against him.

Riding him.

He growled and pinned her to the wall, let go of the reins and let his desire take the helm. He wanted to possess this female. He wanted to stamp his mark on her and ruin her to all others, so she would only ever want him. No other male would ever satisfy her in the way he could.

On a wicked snarl, he pressed his claws deep into her hips and pumped her harder, faster, curling his hips as he held her in place, taking her mouth with the same ferocity as he took her body.

“Kin,” she cried and arched towards him, desperately clutched at his head and his shoulder, a frantic little thing as she rocked on him.

His female needed more.

He gave it to her, driving her into the wall, rattling it with the force of his thrusts, a slave to how good she made him feel and his desire to please her. He dropped his head to her shoulder and pressed his forehead against it as he bent his knees so he could go deeper, leaving no part of her untouched. She murmured his name in his ear, chanting it like a prayer, urging him on. The need to possess her rose within him, had him turning his face towards her throat and his gaze locking onto her nape. His fangs ached and he fought his instincts, struggled to focus on satisfying her and himself.

One day.

One day she would be so crazy about him, so in love with him, that she wouldn’t deny his claiming bite.

He fantasised about it as he rocked into her, his breaths coming faster, his shaft thickening as release coiled at the base of it.

Hella threw her head back and yelled his name as her body kicked against his, as she clenched and unclenched him, her bliss trickling into him through their growing bond. He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder again, pressing his forehead hard against her as his balls tightened. He tried to keep going, wanted to give her another release before he found his own, but the way she had called his name and how she clung to him as she trembled pulled him over the edge with her. He loosed a possessive growl and bit down on his lower lip as he plunged into her, thrusting to the hilt, and spilled, his cock throbbing and kicking with each jet that rocked him.

Kin clung to her, tasting his own blood, lost in a haze as he continued to spill, as his climax stretched out into the longest one he had ever experienced. She slowly relaxed against him, her body going lax as she exhaled softly. He held her on him, still pulsing, each one sending an aftershock of pleasure through him.

When she gently stroked the back of his head, teasing his hair with her fingertips, he sighed and closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around her and held her.

And realised he needed more of this.

He needed more of this calm and this tenderness, wanted to savour it because it was new to him. A lover had never stroked and petted him the way Hella did, her touch like magic, soothing his ragged emotions and centring him.

“Kin,” she whispered, breath teasing his ear. “I’m sorry.”

He released his lower lip and his fangs receded. “What for?”

“Everything,” she murmured.

And stole his heart.

“I’m not good at this.” She chuckled. “Which is an understatement. This is… this is a bit new.”

He heard something else. It was a bit frightening. She was used to being in control of her life and he kept trying to take it from her. No more. She was right and she owned him. She owned all of him. He would do anything for her.

Almost anything.

He would never let her go.

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