Page 117 of Just One Bite
“See, we fit. It’s perfect.”
Those beautiful, perfect legs shake, and the imprints of my fingers on her thigh are the only place I’m willing to leave a mark on her today.
The only noise in the room is the sound of the bed frame creaking while I grind into her over and over. Her orgasm flush comes so quickly I almost come too.
She gasps my name in shock.
I stop. Letting her ride it out as she squeezes my cock and her pleasure floods my senses. I’m dizzy. Shaky. This is different. Of course, it is. We’re linked in ways I hadn’t realized.
I can’t imagine what this would be like with the mating bond complete.
With one arm, I haul her on top of me, still careful of her wrist that I kiss a few more times for good measure. It was so fast. I can’t last like this, so I have to make sure she’s perfectly satisfied.
“I need you to come for me again.”
Her eyes are glassy. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Don’t be a quitter, Olivia.”
Her eyes spark with defiance, and I wrap her hair around my hands, tugging and guiding her till I’m inside her again. She’s so fucking wet. Her head falls back as her body shakes from the pleasure. The sight of her riding my cock iswhat I imagine it must be like for people who freak out over art. Because she looks like a painting created just for me. Her orgasm is blinding as we ride the wave again, with clenched fists and soft-spoken whispers. I have to bury my face into her hair to steady myself.
“I don’t know how long I can last like this.” I lick the sweat on her neck and nip at my mark. “Fuck. I can feel everything.”
“Everything?” She rests her forehead on mine.
“Yeah. It’s the bond I feel every sensation you feel.”
We stay connected when I spin her and pin her to the bed. I’m not done running my lips over her skin. Anywhere I can reach.
Lifting her hip with one hand, I go deeper. “See that … I know that you need me right … there. And every time I hit that spot, it’s like … I can’t think. It’s …”
We both moan, teetering on the edge. There aren’t words for it. Her eyelids flutter as I demonstrate my point, driving deeper and hitting that spot over and over.
I run my finger over her nipples, licking my lips. “And when I touch you here, your body flushes with this ache, like you want me so bad you’ll let me do anything.”
“I will,” she breathes.
Her nipple is in my mouth in seconds, and I thrust inside her. I suck on her breast, hitting that spot until we’re both seconds from coming.
“You should … finish inside me.”
My heart stutters, and my inner wolf leaps into the driver’s seat. I squeeze her, plunging deeper inside her. I’ve wanted it so bad I banned it from my thoughts because it physically hurt to think it might never happen.
“You’d like that?” I ask.
My muscles twitch with the itch of shifting when she whispers her acceptance. I leave her lying on the bed and lift her hips before placing a pillow under her lower back.
“I need you to smell like me as long as possible after this.”
“Okay. Whatever you want.” Her leg wraps around my waist, and her fingers twist in my hair. That injured hand is already feeling better.
I slip inside her again. She’s so tight and wet. I lap at her neck where my mark is till that tension snaps, and it’s only seconds of that aching till she’s loose in my arms—spent and blissful. My release spills inside her, and I work to ensureall my thrusts fill her just how I want. The bed frame creaks when I grip the headboard on either side of her.
In the sobering seconds after, I track her scent for any fear, uncertainty, doubt, but she’s relaxed. She just wants me to hold her.
It’s minutes of me caressing her head before we separate. I wait for her breath to slow and her heart to calm, and show careful attention to every drop that spilled out of her, pushing it back in.
“Don’t get up. Not for a few more minutes. I’ll reserve you a bath down the hall.”
