Page 68 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
“I want to give up my control to you, Conall,” she said. “I want to feel claimed by you, and I need you totakecontrol. I want you to have the power you need.Haveme, Conall.” I kissed the shell of his ear, scraping my teeth over the thin skin to feel him shudder. “I know you want to lose control. I can feel it. You’re restraining yourself.”
I offered my wrists up to him. “Let it all go.”
I didn’t even blink before I was pulled away from the wall. Conall threw me onto the bed.
“Where are the binds?” he growled.
Excitement jumped in my gut as I nodded to the bedside drawer. It was delicate black silk, four rolls. Conall only grabbed two.
“Are you sure?” His voice was low, soft, but rough at the same time. Aroused but caring.
“I’m positive,” I promised.
He wasted no time in taking my wrist in one hand, tying it to the headboard, and then the other. When he leaned back to admire his work, I parted my legs enticingly.
“Come back to me,” I purred.
Conall kept his eyes on mine as he lowered his head to my sex. The flat of his tongue pressed to my clit and wet folds. He licked his way up my body, kissing and sucking marks into my skin. Claiming every part of me that he could. His cock entered me again as he stayed at that place where my mating mark would be if I was a wolf with an alpha.
Then he unleashed himself on me, and I was dizzy, lost in his enthrall, as his lust took over. But it wasn’t just lust, I realized, as he blocked out anything but his powerful body, filling my vision. My lithe body was dwarfed by his muscular one, and I moaned at the size difference. How easily he picked up my legs and threw them around his waist.
His hands braced either side of my breasts, his hips snapping. My breath punched out of me as I gasped for him.
“Conall—God—”
His hand lightly rested against my throat again.
“Swallow,” he told me. I struggled as he applied pressure, my vision swimming, but I giggled, losing myself to the building lust.
He gave into his instincts, mounting me, and I tried to keep up. I was soaked, ever wetter to accommodate his thick length.
No, it wasn’t just lust. Conall’s face tightened as he pressed his forehead to mine, swallowing hard as he let out snarls and growls of pleasure. Ofneed. Sheer, unhidden need. Power being taken, power being given so freely.
No, this was safety. Security. Rough possession, yes, but Iwantedthat. I had spent so long as a lone island, floating on a vast, empty sea. Now Conall was here, and he wanted to be anchored to me. He’d saved my life many times, supported and protected me.
Even now, he kept my gaze, searching for any flicker of discomfort that he wouldn’t find.
He closed his fingers around my clit as he groaned, thrusting roughly, his hips keeping a brutal pace. I didn’t want sweet, tender lovemaking. Not right now. I wanted this primal thing, this unleashed version of Conall.
“Come for me,” he hissed, sealing his palm over that sensitive nub. I cried out in pleasure as my first orgasm shook through me. With the speed it hurtled through me, I knew it wasn’t the only one. My walls fluttered around him, my eyes rolling back as we came together. My mouth opened in a silent scream as the high crashed through me with a powerful intensity.
Conall buried his face in my neck while I tried to kiss his temple. He let out a muffled noise, almost like a keen as his cock pulsed in me.
“So good,” I sighed. “So fucking good.” I giggled. “Don’t give up on me now.”
He let out a rough noise as he pulled back. His eyes darkened as he went soft in me, only to keep rocking into me. Slowly, he got harder again. I grinned, wincing in oversensitivity.
“Give me everything you have,” I told him, lifting my chin in pride.
***
My platter of chocolate cake was half demolished several hours later as Conall ran us a bubble bath. He’d dug out scented candles, laughing as he showed me.
“Thalia?” he asked.
“Thalia,” I confirmed, my voice raspy. He’d made me lose my voice to the screams. I didn’t care how much time we’d lost to lust and sex, but I was finally sated, and he’d finally been able to tear himself away from me. Right after, I’d wrapped my legs around him, clinging to his back in a very domesticated couple way that came more naturally than I’d thought it would.
I’d requested the biggest chocolate cake he could find for me.
