Page 46 of Pack Kasen: Part 1

That incredible soft, rich chestnut hair my wolf wants to sniff. I want to fist it and hold her in place as I slam myself deep inside her.

Later…

Right now, it’s her mouth I want. She tastes like warm caramel, feels like silk, and moves with me like she was made for me.

Why does it feel like she is? Like nothing will ever be as good as this moment right here?

I break the kiss, pull my hand from her clit and hold her gaze as I suck each digit clean. “You make me want to feast, kitty cat. On you. Forever.”

Her breath catches.

I lean my forehead against hers as I batter my release back. Not yet. I’m not ready to end things yet.

We hold gazes as I pick up the pace, desperate hunger driving me to dig my knees into the bed, grip her hips and hold her still so I can bury myself to the hilt with each thrust.

She takes everything I have to give. Her body opens around me, strains around my girth and she pleads.

Begs.

“Harder, Wolf King.”

Those words break me.

They shatter me.

I’m so close, balls tight. Can’t hold my release back any longer. Sweat drips from my body, coating hers.

She’s trembling under me, cheeks flushing a delicate rose as her eyelids flutter shut.

She’s close.

So am I.

But I want her eyes. Need to see the expression in them when she falls.

“Kitty cat,” I growl.

Her eyes widen. “Please…”

I hammer into her, feel the exact moment she tightens around me, the almost painful pleasure of her squeeze as she orgasms around my cock. I harden, choke out a groan as she clamps impossibly tight around me.

My release is right there.

But as she falls, her head tips back, giving me the perfect line of her throat.

My fangs tingle, extending as I lick my lips.

My head descends. I lick the spot on her throat where I need her to wear my mark.

Need everyone to see and know she is mine.

I bite down and she screams.

My world shatters as I come with a roar.

And I peel my eyes open in a darkened room, on ruined sheets stinking of lust.

Alone.

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