Page 66 of Fated to the Feral Wolf

If she wanted to play dirty, I could be dirty. I flipped her hand away from my shaft, then quickly shucked off her own sweatpants before switching our positions. When I was flat on my back and she was sitting with her burning core plastered to my abs, I urged her up my torso.

“What? I?—”

“Ride my face.”

Her eyes went wide, casting around the grotto as if someone was going to burst out of the stone and stop us.

“I’ve never, umm.” She blushed prettily, and pride filled me. She’d never?

Excellent. I’d be the first to blow her mind, and the last.

“I won’t let you fall.” I urged her, my hands steady on her waist as she slowly scooted up. She hovered above me with a look of heat mixed with uncertainty.

“Trust me?” I echoed the question.

“Always,” she whispered.

“You’re in control. Take what you need.” I winked at her, then pulled her down, fastening my lips to her lower ones, laving her with my tongue.

She cried out and arched above me. The sight of her perfect, small breasts against the backdrop of the grotto burned itself into my memory. I never, ever wanted to forget this moment. Forget her.

I moved from her cunt to her clit, making slow circles at first, until she began to whimper. Following her cues, I amped up the tempo, chasing her over that edge.

Her scream of pleasure echoed off the stones that made up our private little haven as she soaked my chin with her slick arousal.

Shay’s fingertips were on mine, then, insisting that I let her move.

I loosened my grip but didn’t let go. She wobbled a bit before her strength came back, and she eased back down my chest. It was her turn to take me by surprise when she didn’t pause, didn’t catch her breath. She notched the tip of my cock at her opening and held my eyes as she sank down in one long, torturously slow movement.

All my breath went out of me in a rush as she took me to the hilt, our bodies grinding together as she chased that friction. Goddess, when she took charge… it was sexy as sin, and I loved every second of it.

I grabbed her hips when she tried to lift herself to plunge again, bucking up into her instead. She was heaven. Her walls gripped me like a vise, and I wanted to flip us over and poundinto her until we both crashed over that edge together. But I forced myself to hold back.

“Shay, what about the risks?” I hated the words. Loathed them. But they had to be said. We couldn’t lose our heads here.

She dropped her hands to my chest, digging in with her nails just enough to get my attention. As if she didn’t already have it.

“There is nothing standing between us anymore, Dirge. You are mine, and I am yours. I’m not in heat, Brielle did her omega magic… At some point, we’re going to have to trust. I want this. I wantyou. And if you say no, if you stop this bond forming between us… that’s your choice. But you need to understand that I don’t want that. I want to face whatever comestogether.”

My chest seized at her words, that fierce look in her eyes that I loved so much. Was she right? Should I really let go?

She clenched around me, and my eyes fluttered shut with a groan. “You’re killing me.”

“No, I’m showing you what I want. What do you want, Dirge?”

What did I want? I wanted her. I wanted to chase this passion, live it every day for the rest of our lives. I wanted her, every day, forever.

I lifted her up and slammed her back down. Her head fell back, soft keening sounds falling out of her mouth as she rode my cock like my queen.

“That’s it, Shay. That’s it. You going to soak me? Come all over this dick?”

“Yes, yes.” She took over the motions then, faster and faster, chasing her pleasure and bringing me right along with her. I rose and met her stroke for stroke, even as I tried not to blow. I wanted to match her, fall over that edge together.

The pleasure built to an unsustainable height, the pressure in my balls begging for release as she cried out once more, locking down around me as she came. I followed her over theedge, eyes locked and glowing with our wolves as we fell into the abyss of release.

Shay layon my chest in the quiet aftermath, and I held her like she was the most precious woman in the world, because she was. There was nothing between us but the steady drumming of the waterfall and the mingling of our shared breaths.

When she gasped and her hand fluttered up to her chest, concern ripped through me like a lightning bolt.

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