Page 25 of Curvy Girl and the Mountain Man Wolf
Before I can catch my breath, he turns me to face the wall, his large hands working at the waistband of my pants, sliding them down my legs.
I should be shocked by the suddenness, should feel exposed and vulnerable. Instead, I feel a rush of exhilaration, of freedom. As if some wild part of me has been waiting for this moment, for someone who understands the primal nature that exists beneath civilization's thin veneer.
Kane drops to his knees behind me, his beard brushing against the sensitive skin of my lower back as he places passionate kisses on my exposed skin. His hands slide my underwear down, leaving me bare and trembling.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs against my skin. "I'm being rushed, but I can't hold back. Not anymore."
"I'm ready," I tell him, surprising myself with my boldness. "Have been since I saw you naked in the snow."
I've never spoken so directly about desire, never been so forward with a man. But then, I've never met a man who's also a wolf, never felt this immediate, overwhelming connection. If I'm going to embrace the impossible reality of what Kane is, I might as well embrace all of it, including the desire that's been building between us since the moment we met.
Kane rises to his feet, his body heat enveloping me even before he presses against my back.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the view," he says, a hint of humor in his voice. "I was afraid you'd run screaming when you saw what I really am."
"Stop talking," I tell him, pressing back against him, feeling his hard cock against me. "And put it inside me. I need it."
A low rumble of approval vibrates through his chest. I hear him taking a step back, feel the brush of his hand against my lower back as he positions himself. Then, with one smooth movement, he enters me, filling me completely.
I arch my back, my breasts pressing against the wooden wall. He gathers my hair in one large hand, pulling just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my neck. His other hand grips my hip firmly, holding me in place as he begins to move.
His thrusts are powerful, relentless, driving me forward with each movement. There's nothing gentle or hesitant about the way he takes me. It's raw, primal, a claiming in the most basic sense. Yet despite the force, despite the urgency, I never feel unsafe. His strength is steady, his wildness contained just enough to ensure my pleasure without causing pain.
I press my hand against my mouth, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. Lily is still asleep in the bedroom, and the last thing I want is for her to wake and find us like this. But it's increasingly difficult to remain silent. No man has ever made me feel this way, like every nerve ending in my body is alive, like every sensation is heightened beyond what should be humanly possible.
"I can't believe this is happening," Kane's voice is rough in my ear, his breath coming in heavy pants. "That I found you. My fated mate."
I try to ask what he means by "fated mate," but the words dissolve into a gasp as he shifts his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside me that has me biting my lower lip, legs shaking. His hand leaves my hip, sliding around to cup my breast, squeezing gently as his lips brush against my cheek, my temple, the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"I can't—" My voice breaks as tension builds within me, a rising tide of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me completely. "Kane, I can't take anymore."
"Let go," he murmurs against my skin. "I've got you. I'll always have you."
The simple promise pushes me over the edge. I bite down on my hand to muffle my cry as waves of pleasure crash through me, leaving me trembling and weak-kneed. Behind me, Kane's rhythm falters, his movements becoming more urgent.
"Lois," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm close. Need to finish inside you. Need to mark you, claim you."
In any other circumstance, with any other man, such words might give me pause. But here, now, with him, they feel right. Natural. As if we're following ancient instincts older than civilization itself.
"I'm yours," I whisper, the truth of it resonating through me. "Take what you need."
Kane braces one hand against the wall beside my head, his body curving over mine as his hips deliver one final, powerful thrust. He buries his face against my neck, muffling his growl as I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his release.
For a long moment, we remain joined, his body sheltering mine, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. Then, slowly, he pulls out, guiding me to sit on the floor beside him. I lean against his shoulder, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure, unconcerned about his cum trickling onto the wooden floor.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle now, all traces of the wolf's growl gone. "I didn't hurt you?"
I shake my head, too content to form words immediately. When I do find my voice, I ask, "What did you mean by 'fated mate'?"
Kane is quiet for a moment, his arm coming around me, drawing me closer against his side.
"It's a shifter thing," he explains finally. "We each have one perfect match. Someone our wolf recognizes instantly, even if our human side takes longer to accept it. It's rare to find them. Many shifters never do."
"And I'm yours?" The concept should sound ridiculous, something from a fairy tale or fantasy novel. But after what I've witnessed, what I've experienced, it seems no more impossible than a man who can transform into a wolf.
"Yes," he says simply. "My wolf knew it the moment you appeared on my doorstep. That's why I couldn't turn you away, why being near you has been so... challenging. The wolf wanted to claim you immediately, but the human side of me was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
