Page 17 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

Too wet.

He snarled, licking my release like he didn’t want to miss any of it.

The pain eased slightly. Just slightly.

He ate me out harder, his fangs nicking me a few times, making me come again.

Finally, I was conscious enough to pant, “I need your cock, Savage.”

He was as gone to the rut as I was to heat. In a heartbeat, his face was gone from between my thighs. I heard the pop of a button and rip of a zipper, and then his hands were on my ass, lifting it higher.

In one rough motion, he filled me.

My cry of pleasure became a moan of relief as he stretched me, the thick pressure of him somehow easing my pain.

“Fuck, Gorgeous,” he gritted out. “I can’t control myself.”

“It’s pointless to try.”

He snarled and drove into me harder.

Deeper.

My orgasm hit like a freight train, and my moan of pleasure became a gasp of relief.

Clay roared as he slammed into me. The base of his cock swelled, locking us together as his release flooded my channel. The pressure of his knot dragged our climaxes out for what felt like ages.

“This is fucking unreal,” Clay panted, his hands gripping my ass like he didn’t want to let go. He probably couldn’t.

I sucked in a breath as another climax built. The pleasure was intense, but the relief from heat’s pain was just as good. “You smell amazing, Savage.”

“You taste even better.” He lowered his face to my back and licked his way up my spine, making me arch and writhe.

The motion forced him deeper inside me, and I cried out as I lost control again. He held me in place as I bucked and writhed, and he rocked with me as he came with me.

We both panted as our climaxes eased, but they started again just as soon.

Twenty minutes later, we both collapsed on the bathroom floor, boneless. Clay dragged me on top of him, and I didn’t protest as he pulled one of my legs over his waist so I was straddling him.

We caught our breath together for a moment.

“That was unbelievable,” he rumbled.

“That was only the beginning. It’s going to happen a few more times before it’s over.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No.”

He sat up quickly, pulling me with him. “How long until it restarts?”

I was already getting hot again. “Not long.”

“You looked like you were going to pass out.”

“I’m fine.” I went on the defensive, even though he was right.

“We can argue about how fine you are later.” He stood slowly, hauling me up with him. “If we only have a few minutes, we need to use them to get some food in you.”

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