Page 210 of Wolf Roulette

Sascha swore as I started to tighten around him.

He clamped his arm over my hips and pulled my body flush against his. My head rested back on his shoulder.

“You feel so fucking good.” He brushed his cheek against mine.

Me? How about him?

My body tightened until Sascha was forced to slow his pace. The firm strokes undid me.

Oh!

A single growled word ripped from my throat. “Mate.”

He squeezed my clit—as though I’d needed any extra help—and white light exploded behind my eyes. In my mind. Through my body.

I was carried away to the place only Sascha could take me.

To the place only he could find me.

His roar was distant in my ears, but the feel of our body—ofhimwithin me—was never stronger.

We floated for an age.

But in minutes or hours or days, I became aware of my panting breaths.

… Our movement had stopped.

There was something hard under my cheek. The floor?

We were on the floor.

When?

“Sascha.” My voice cracked. “Are you alive?”

His chuckle sent delicious aftershocks through me—considering we were still attached and all.

“I don’t think so, mate.”

“Neither am I. What do we do?”

“Just stay here?”

He was spooned around me. Sounded good.

“Did I hurt you, Andie?” he asked. “Things got rough. Something came over me.”

I inhaled his concern. “Me too. Was that a kinky wolf thing?” I’d wanted him to hunt me and prove his strength. Hot didn’t begin to describe it.

Sex with Sascha Greyson got two thumbs up.

“I suppose so. No one told me that would happen though, or I would’ve said something.”

“I know. I enjoyed myself. Don’t worry.”

He released a pent-up breath.

“So,” I said. “Not to ruin the mood. Just checking I can’t get pregnant.” I’d meant to ask prior.

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