Page 62 of Wolf's Mark

Her slight laugh was cut short, a deep and intense series of whimpers escaping her mouth. As her body stiffened, she dug her nails into my palms, gyrating in the water until it splashed over our bodies.

Yet there was no cooling us down.

We were like a live wire dancing in the middle of a thunderstorm.

With every breathless moan, every wiggle of her hips, she was driven into a state of nirvana. She tossed her head from side to side, gasping for air as the orgasm rushed into her.

And I didn’t stop, pounding her tight pussy over and over again.

But I wanted more.

I needed to claim every inch of her.

Yes, I was a predator. There was no denying who or what I was.

As her head lolled against my shoulder, her lips pursed, only then did I slow down.

“You are… incredible,” she managed to whisper. Everything about her was seductive, including the way her long, dark eyelashes floated across her shimmering cheeks.

“I’m not finished yet, baby. Not by a long shot.” When I pulled out, she exhaled. The sound was just as ragged as before.

The moment I pressed my cockhead to her dark hole, she stiffened. Her moan was augmented by a hint of anxiety.

“Don’t worry, little creature. I won’t hurt you.” My voice was not my own, the deep rasp something I hadn’t heard in a long time.

But she loved it, shifting from side to side and opening her legs wider. In a blatant invitation. I planned on giving her what she’d yet to have and would crave again.

I pressed my cock just inside, willing myself to maintain a sense of decency. I couldn’t think clearly, my mind such a frenetic blur that images pulsed through my brain one after another. The colorful display was distracting, a reminder that without a sense of humanity, all would be lost to the different kind of hunger.

There was no holding back. Control was slipping. I thrust the remainder of my cock past the tight ring, fighting to hold on as she became used to the thickness.

“Oh. My. So big. So…”

Her words were as garbled as mine. Her entire body was shaking, quivering to my touch. As my cock pulsed, I squeezed her hands before pulling one free to brush my fingers down her arm.

While she’d exhibited signs of inhibition, being locked inside of her was freeing for me in other ways. It allowed my wolf to breathe for the first time in years.

There was no turning back, my need to fill her darkness with my seed the only thing remaining on my mind.

The intensity was incredible, more so than at any other time.

As I finally let go, erupting deep inside of her, the scent of wolves continued to jar my existence.

However, there was no creature alive who would prevent me from protecting her.

Not one.

If they tried, they died.

CHAPTER 17

Sedona

Crying.

Whimpering.

Yet he was watching.

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