However, he sufficiently diverted my attention when he unsnapped his jeans and freed his long, hard shaft. He pumped it twice and each time, I felt a tug in my core. I didn’t make him ask this time. “Please,” I panted desperately. My panther echoed the sentiment and pushed against me, eager to be free in hopes that Nathan’s wolf would emerge as well.Not now,I snapped, forcing her back.
Nathan put his tip to my entrance and held one of my ass cheeks while the other palm slapped against the wall as he drove inside me. It amazed me that despite being so much smaller than him, I still took his full girth. He bottomed out in one thrust, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the rapture from his steel length filling me so completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Too damn long,” he repeated in a voice that resembled a snarl. The dangerous, threatening tone sent slivers of heat straight to the swollen bud between my legs.
“We can discuss the length of time later,” I sassed as I squeezed my inner muscles, smiling wickedly when he groaned and the hand on my ass tightened to the point that I knew I’d have finger-shaped bruises there later. They’d heal fast, but it would still be hot as hell to see them there for as long as they lasted. “How about you move now and show me what I’ve been missing?”
Apparently, that had been the exact right thing to say because he withdrew and punched his hips forward, ramming me against the wall. “Excellent idea, baby. I think you need a reminder of how good it feels when I own this sexy little body.”
I barely registered his comment, too caught up in the relief and building tension when he started fucking me hard and deep. With each slam of his cock inside me my back hit the wall from the force of it as he buried himself to the root. It was a rough, animalistic fucking and hot as hell. Nathan’s movements were almost savage and my panther loved every second of it. It made her feel closer to Nathan’s wolf and when his eyes shifted, I let his animal meet my girl’s golden orbs. Somehow, giving them that moment together threw gasoline on the fire between Nathan and me.
“Nathan! Yes!” I shouted. My hands slid down from his head to grip his biceps, my nails digging into his skin. “Harder,” I begged.
“You feel so damn good, baby,” he grunted as he gave me what I asked for, driving me higher than ever before.
My eyelids had dropped, but they flew open when a light, but sharp claw dragged down the center of my torso. I glanced down to see that he’d sliced my sweatshirt open, baring my lace-covered breasts. He made quick work of that too. When the cups fell away, he took a hard peak between his lips and sucked, causing that same tug on my core. When he switched to the other side, I was already writhing and begging to come.
He finally released my nipple and dropped his head into the hollow of my neck. After a second, he nipped at the skin hard enough to leave a mark. My building climax had me so lost that I didn’t care what he did to my body right then. As long as he let me come, he could tattoo his name on my ass.
After leaving a handful of other bites all around my breasts he put his mouth next to my ear. His hot breath bathed the skin, making me shiver when he whispered, “I’ve been on the edge of insanity for so long, this is going to be fast. But make no mistake, Peyton, I’m going to spend the foreseeable future exploring your body and all the ways I can make you come.”
“Whatever you want,” I gasped. I would regret that later…
Nathan shackled my wrists in his hands and locked them above my head before capturing my mouth in a kiss that felt as if he were tasting my soul. I began to shake as my climax approached like a speeding freight train, so when Nathan growled, “Not yet,” I was torn between more begging and killing the jackass.
“I have to,” I mumbled as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold off.
“Not yet.”
“Seriously, Nathan. You must have a fucking death wish,” I seethed as I curled my fingers into my palms and focused on the pain from my nails drawing blood.
He chuckled in my ear before licking the shell and nipping at the lobe. “Tighten that hot little body, baby. Make me come and we’ll go over the edge together.”
I immediately obeyed, clenching every muscle in my core. A ribbon of female satisfaction curled through me when Nathan exhaled harshly and his cock exploded inside me as he shouted, “Fuck, Peyton! That’s it, baby. So fucking perfect.”
He continued to pound into me and, keeping hold of my wrists with one hand, he glided the other down my arm. He drew his fingertips along my collar bone, circled each nipple before continuing until they slipped between us. With one last, swift thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible and held himself there as his fingers manipulated my clit.
At last, I leapt off the cliff and soared into the whirling funnel cloud of sensation as my climax ripped through me with the force of a tornado. Violent shudders racked my body and the world spun so fast it made me dizzy. The barrage of sensations that hit me was a little overwhelming. It felt like something magnified my pleasure to the point where it was too much for just one person to feel. I clung to Nathan, trying to keep myself rooted in reality and not be swept away in the abyss. I had a suspicion that if I gave in, I’d emerge on the other side irrevocably changed. And since I didn’t know what the outcome of that change would be, I fought it hard. Eventually, I narrowed my mind and pushed away all the excess feelings and desires.
“Look at me, Peyton,” Nathan commanded, and I forced my eyes open to meet his melted silver pools. I gasped when I recognized the emotions swirling around in them--the same ones that hinted at deeper feelings than friendship--but I shook it off, telling myself not to believe it, that it had been just an illusion.
An indeterminable amount of time passed before our blissful state receded, returning our heart rates to a steady beat and evening out our breaths. With my eyes still locked on Nathan’s I could see that the edge had been taken off, but the hunger still raged and a dark promise of things to come.
This was far from over.
Chapter Ten
Nathan
Rivulets of sweat rolled down my back and my breaths came out in harsh staccato as I pulled out of Peyton and rolled off her, flopping onto my back. “Damn, baby,” I rasped. “That was incredible.”
I reached up to brush my hair out of my face and grunted when my muscles protested.Fucking hell, I’m exhausted.I’d lost count of how many times I’d taken Peyton throughout the night. We’d had a shit ton of sexual tension built up that needed to be released. Even after all of that, I’d woken up with my shaft throbbing painfully, desperate to feel my mate wrapped around it. My wolf had lingered near the surface all night, just as eager to be between Peyton’s thighs. We never shifted, but there were times when I let him take a bit of control and Peyton followed suit, when her green eyes bled to gold and our animals fucked with the same degree of passion and desperation that our human sides were experiencing. Even if I hadn’t seen the change in eye color, I would have known Peyton’s cat had taken control by the way she responded without reservation. As an Alpha, her natural instinct was to fight for dominance, but gaining her subservience was a hell of a lot easier than Peyton’s.
However, having to work so hard to overpower Peyton’s determination made the reward all the sweeter. Especially when I’d forced her to her knees and ordered her to suck me off. Defiance had radiated from her, but since I’d spent the half hour before teasing her to near orgasm without letting her come, she knew the only way I’d give her satisfaction would be if she relinquished control. There were few people I’d met in my lifetime who were as stubborn as Peyton, but ultimately, she’d opened her sexy mouth and let me fuck it until I spilled my seed down her throat. Then I’d taken her from behind, giving her what she needed while reminding her who held the power. I’d paid for it later when she’d attacked me with claws and teeth, leaving marks all over me, but it had only turned me on even more. I’d let her win that round because I felt she’d earned it and considering that it had ended with Peyton riding me until she screamed in ecstasy, I could confidently say that we’d both won.
I hadn’t been able to get enough of her. Perhaps because despite holding back as much as she could, she couldn’t hide when she shattered in my arms. A few days ago, I’d told her that I felt the only time she was truly honest with me was when we were in bed. At the time, I’d said it out of anger, but it hadn’t made it any less true.
Or maybe it was simply that Peyton was hot as fuck and incredible in bed.