Page 82 of Wanted

Not yet.

I tell myself. I need to taste her. All of her before I give myself an ounce of pleasure. Her body is mine to please. Mine to savor and mine to keep.

Mine!

It’s not my wolf, this time that makes that declaration.

No, it’s all me.

The realization plunges through me at the same time I bring our mouths together again. Every kiss I’ve given Emery has been one more spike in my claim over her. I know that now.

And as I unbutton her jeans, and strip her down naked, yet again, before plunging between her legs to taste her, once more, I know that this is what was meant to be. She was never meant to be anyone else’s but mine.

Emery’s hand moves to the back of my head as if needing to hold me in place while she takes her pleasure from my mouth.

I would tell her that it’s not necessary. That I’m not going anywhere until she’s satisfied. But I’m too busy delivering on my unspoken promise.

Within seconds, Emery’s pussy gushes, her thighs tighten around my head, and her body stiffens.

I keep my mouth on her throughout the duration of her orgasm, coaxing her for more.

Only once she settles a bit do I release my cock. I’m stiff as a goddamn board. There’s no time for waiting or savoring the moment. As soon as I’m free from the confines of my pants, I plunge deep into Emery’s awaiting pussy.

She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and raises her hips to meet my penetration. I watch her as I take her.

Her eyes lock with mine and I know in this moment, everything I am is hers. And all that she is or was ever meant to be is mine.

I can see the wildness behind her eyes. It’s more than just the emergence of her wolf. It’s the beginning of her embracing who she is. All of who she is.

She doesn’t blink or look away. She lets me see what she’s tried to hide from the world for years. Only me.

Emery doesn’t hide from me.

There’s no shame or disgust in her eyes.

No disappointment after knowing my brokenness.

I kiss her lips, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Everywhere my lips can reach, I kiss. I’m hungry to stake a claim on every inch of her body.

“Chance.” Her lips form my name at the same time she presses a hand to my chest.

I move back into the seat position she clearly wants me in, with my hand securing her to me. Emery begins to ride me, her hips creating a rhythmic pace that has us both gasping for air.

She moves up and down, slowly at first, as if testing out her rhythm. Slowly, though, her hip movements become faster and faster. Soon, she’s worked into a frenzied pace that matches the wild look in her eyes.

I watch with my mouth ajar as she moves her hands to her head, plunging her fingers into her own hair. She messes up the neat, tight bun she usually keeps her hair in. But the starry gaze in her eyes tells me she’s not concerned with her appearance right now.

Emery’s taking her pleasure and giving me so much more in return. Now is not the time to give a fuck how one looks.

Even if it is, there’s only one way she ever appears to me.

Utterly perfect.

The only flaw I can associate with the woman currently riding my cock like she owns it, is the fact that it took her so long to come to me.

Mate!

There’s no refuting my wolf.

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