Page 169 of Wolf Caged
Deeply aware.
I wanted that inside me.
“So wet,” he purred. “Thinking of my cock?”
I nodded and licked my lips.
He pulled my robe open all the way and I looked between us, groaning as I stared at his shaft, so thick and long. I needed that. I couldn’t stop my hips from rolling, from riding his fingers as he teased me towards another climax, one I wanted to feel around his shaft rather than his fingers.
I growled at it.
He chuckled and shoved his fingers deeper, ripping a gasp from me as he stretched me on the way out, and then repeated the process. Readying me, I realised, and grew even more restless as it hit me we were really going to do this. My body writhed beneath his touch, his gaze, my focus rooted on the object of my desire—my need.
I growled again, demanding he go faster, take me now.
I was ready.
So ready.
In a flash, he was above me, gaze colliding with mine, his weight pressing me into the fur and containing me.
I stilled, obeying that command in his eyes, submitting to his strength as he shoved my thighs apart, as he pushed at his leathers. I lifted my feet and caught them with my toes, shoving them down for him, too eager to wait.
A gasp burst from my lips as his blunt head met my clit and he teased me with it, as he stroked himself lower, making my breath hitch with anticipation.
And then pressed against my core.
“Kaeleron.” What had meant to sound demanding came out as a breathy whisper as I urged him to take me, to give me what I needed.
He inched forwards, his face strained as he released my wrists and braced his weight on his arms, and I bit my lip as he stretched me, slowly filling me, the pleasure of it so intense I thought I might come just from him entering me. Not yet. I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted to feel every inch of him claiming me, and wanted him to come with me.
“Breathe, little wolf,” he murmured, sounding as strained as he looked.
I hadn’t realised I had been holding my breath.
I let it out in a great rush as he stilled inside me, so deep it hurt, and then gasped as my body flexed around his, a greedy little thing I had no control over.
Gods, he felt good inside me.
He felt even better as he began moving, stroking me deeply but slowly, every muscle on his body tense as I placed my arms between his ribs and his arms and curled my hands over his shoulders, clinging to him as the pain became pleasure that rippled through me with each thrust of his body into mine.
Oh gods.
I moaned against his lips and he kissed me, swallowing a gasp as he grasped my hip in his left hand and lifted it, and drove deeper into me.
Heat and need coiled together inside me, pleasure building until I felt as tense as he was, straining for another reason as I rolled my hips against him as much as I could. My primal instincts howled for more, hungry for him to show me his strength.
It needed more than this gentle coupling.
It needed it wild and fierce, a display of dominance and strength.
I met his gaze as he pulled back, his gaze searing mine, a questioning look in it.
“Harder,” I uttered. “Mate me.”
I thought he wouldn’t understand, that he would make me spell it out, but then he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my front, and hauled my hips up, forcing me onto my knees. Before I could catch up, he rammed into me from behind, thrusting deep and fast, filling me in a blinding flash.
His hand twisted in my hair, pulling my head back, and then shifted lower. He claimed hold of my nape, holding me in place as he took me. I angled my head, looking back at him as best as I could as I moaned, rocking forwards with each punishing plunge of his cock.
