Page 32 of Wanderlust With Wolves

Then—

I bite it.

Tease it.

His snarl shakes the walls.

Before I can blink,he has me on my feet, bent over the breakfast table, my legs spread wide, my pulse thundering.

He grips my hips, claws sinking into the wood beneath me, his breath heavy and ragged against my spine.

“You want it?” he growls.

I whimper, pushing back against him, my body aching, empty, desperate.

“Please.”

A low, satisfied growl vibrates through his chest.

Then—

He slams into me, hard and deep, stretching me wide, filling me until there is no space left between us.

I cry out, my fingers digging into the table, my body trembling as he sets a brutal pace, his hips pounding into me, over and over, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

I beg for more.

I beg for his knot.

And this time?—

He doesn’t deny me.

Chapter Fifteen

BOUND

Ronan

I can’t deny her.

Not when she’s writhing beneath me, not when her voice is breathless with need, not when her body is so slick, so perfect, opening for me like she was made for this.

Made for me.

I work myself deeper, slow and intentional, coaxing her gasping, trembling channel to take all of me.

She shudders, clenching, slickness gushing around me, making it easier to push, easier to claim, easier to lock her to me.

My knot presses against her entrance, swollen and pulsing, demanding what is already mine.

And when I finally—finally—push it inside, locking us together, sealing my claim, my vision blurs with the sheerrightnessof it.

She cries out, her fingers gripping the scratched surface of the table, her muscles flexing around me, squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable.

I groan, pressing my chest against her back, murmuring against her sweat-damp skin, “That’s it, little red. Take me.Holdme.”

She does.

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