Page 63 of Wolf Hunter

Holy shit indeed.

He stays inside me for a long moment, his grip on my knee tightening to keep me exactly where he wants me. I feel every solid inch of that cock, too.

We stare at each other, watching for any slight changes of emotion as he slowly slips out completely and then thrusts back inside, all the way to the hilt.

I cry out when he rocks his hips and drives his cock home in the most delicious way. My pussy squeezes him, the pleasure mounting every passing second.

He closes his eyes on a moan as my nails dig into his shoulders, shifting my body in time with his movements and kissing him in an unspoken order to give me everything.

All thoughts entirely go the way of my name as he continues to fuck me. Reid balances on his forearms and puts all of his effort into the pistonlike movements of those amazing hips. More flames burst to life inside me, and I cling to him.

In my mind, I’m caught up in a storm of feeling and wondering if I’ve made a mistake sleeping with him, considering he’s my kidnapper and my mark. Being with him also seems a little like a betrayal against my family and my self-worth.

Too damn bad.

His hand dips between us, and when he readjusts himself again, his thumb finds my clit and circles it in time with his thrusts.

I almost shoot out of my skin.

“Fuck, Reid. More,” I gasp out. “Give me more.”

Reid snarls at the demand in my voice, and he tugs on my hair as he rears back, forcing me into position while his dick slams home. It takes seconds for me to respond to the new position and come with a cry of pure pleasure.

Then he yanks my hips off the bed and flips me all the way around onto my stomach, his pelvis pressing against my ass. He’s back inside me a millisecond later, pounding inside me again, harder.

My orgasm rockets through me without warning, and I press my face into the mattress to muffle the scream that tears through my lungs. Reid is relentless as he fucks me through it, and the stars dotting out my vision become full supernovas.

Suddenly, his movements grow jerky. Tense. And when he finds his climax, he manages to pullout just in time to come on my back.

I never manage to catch my breath. Not even afterward, when Reid uses a towel to clean me up; not when he tosses the towel aside and snuggles me into his arms with a groan.

Like this is some kind of sweet romance, but between two people who don’t deserve it.

“I’m sure you’ve already gathered that I’m not a good man,” he says in a low voice. “I’ve done things in my life that I’m not proud of. I’ve done things that haunt me in the quiet corners of my mind when I can’t sleep, things that will never be erased. But when I’m with you… none of those things carry as much weight as they used to.”

I stay quiet, trailing a finger in light circles through his chest hair. Soon, some of the tension leaves his muscles. “With power and position comes great loneliness, doesn’t it?” I ask.

“You’ve said a mouthful.”

“Maybe later I canhavea mouthful.”

He catches on immediately, and his light chuckle makes me feel like I haven’t just aired the corniest joke about blowjobs.

“I’ve never really thought I was lonely because the pack stays together. And I have my brothers. I love them. I’d kill for them. But the dead have the amazing ability to make us forget those who are still here in favor of those we will never see again. And I guess that’s where loneliness comes in,” he murmurs.

“So you were up in the pack’s cemetery today,” I begin gently, “to visit your mother?”

“I was.” He nods. “The only freedom from her cage came in death, and it came way too soon.”

I peer up at him. “When did you lose her?”

He falls silent. He doesn’t want to answer; it’s written all over his face. Yet, he does anyway.

“A little less than a year ago,” he says. “She died from magic, Tash. Because of a witch inyourcoven.”

ChapterEighteen

Reid

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