Page 45 of Pack Kasen: Part 1

AREN

“Harder, Wolf King.”

Icy pale blue eyes flecked with hazel plead up at me.

They beg.

My engorged head presses between her thighs, and I grab her hands, pin them over her head as I stare down at her.

“Again,” I order.

Her chin tilts, her back arches, and I rumble a groan at the delicious friction of her pebbled nipples rubbing against my chest.

“Harder,” she pants.

I swell, dipping my head to taste those luscious lips. Releasing her hands, I hook her knees open. As she spreads her legs wider, I swivel my hips.

Her eyes roll back. Her lips part on a ragged moan when I push inward, driving as deep as I can. Her slick warmth compresses me. It’s a home-coming. Right here is where I was always meant to be. She’s so lush. So fucking perfect my balls are drawing back, and I’m ready to come within seconds of being inside her.

I break the kiss. “Again.”

The challenge in her eyes shouldn’t surprise me. She likes to fight me. My wolf likes it too.

Her nails glide over my back, and a soft smile curls one corner of her lips before she drags her nails down.Hard.

I hiss, my hips slamming up into her.

And the answering moan that drifts from her lips is heaven to me and my wolf.

I need to fucking hear it again.

I pump into her, pulling out almost all the way, her body fighting to keep me inside, before I slide forward to open her up again.

Sweat beads over me. Over her. She's clinging to me. Her pussy. Her nails. It could not be any clearer that she needs more from me, and that only I can give it to her.

“Kitty cat,” I tease.

Her eyes flash. I swallow a smile. “I’m no cat.”

She tries to roll me.

I grab her wrists, pin them to the bed over her head, but I never stop thrusting. “Purr,” I whisper against her lips as I pick up the pace. “Purr only for me.”

Again, she tries to roll me.

Smiling, I grip both of her wrists with one hand, lift the top half of my body off hers, and stroke my hand between us, my fingers seeking to shatter her mind.

Her lips part and the breathiest, sexiest moan spills from her lips as my fingers dance over her swollen nub. Her body tightens around me, making my breath catch, and I feel her slick heat bathe my cock.

“So wet for me,” I groan.

As I pump and I stroke, I never stop searching her face, seeking the elusive place inside her that will make her fall apart.

She stops trying to get out from under me.

Her hips lift, breasts mashing against my chest, lips dueling with mine.

Her scent winds around me. Honeysuckle and fresh fall leaves, heady, sweet and intoxicating.

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