Page 87 of The Wolf King's Mate

Need.

My body was much hotter than it had been the night before, but his attention seemed to have taken the usual edge off of my heat. I needed him to screw me—but I didn’t have to beg.

He shoved my thighs, and I opened them for him.

“I’m sorry, Princess.” He dragged his thumb over my clit. His jeans were gone, and the head of his cock was against my entrance.

“Don’t apologize. I need you too.” I slid a hand around his back, pulling him closer.

He drove into me powerfully, and I sucked in a breath as he bottomed out inside me once, and again.

His cock throbbed as he fucked me roughly.

Wildly.

The look in his eyes was nearly feral, and it made me even hotter.

I could already feel his knot thickening, and my own body responding with more wetness. More need. More pleasure.

He threw his head back and roared as he slammed in harder. Deeper. Rougher. I screamed and dug my fingers into his skin as I came around him, the pleasure coming faster and more intense than ever before.

His knot swelled inside me, so massive I could barely breathe. It hurt a little, but the pain was good.

His groan was tortured.

Blissful.

Shocked.

“What in the ever-loving hell is this, Princess?” he managed, his eyes glazed and unfocused as his pleasure was dragged out by whatever hormones, science, or magic, caused it.

“Heat,” I breathed.

It had never felt like that before.

Like… emotions.

It had always been sex, of course, and I’d gotten off. But I’d never felt safe. I’d never felt like me.

I did with Enzo.

“It’s fucking unreal.” He drove into me a little further, burying himself deeper inside me.

I wanted more.

Ineededmore.

“I know.” I lifted my fingers to his hair. There was blood beneath my nails, but he wouldn’t care about the wounds. Not during heat. “It’ll get better, too. Just let yourself feel it.”

He groaned, rocking me with him as he filled me again, another wave of pleasure taking him.

We were both sweaty and panting when his knot finally softened. He rolled to his back, taking me with him even though he pulled out of me to give me time to recover. He was too lost to heat to think about my ankle, but it really was fine.

“Holy shit.” He stared up at the ceiling, dazed. “That’s something else, Princess.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“I can already feel it coming on again.”

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