Page 35 of Wolf Claimed
He gripped her chin in his hand, demanding her attention. “You may not have the muscle mass of a male, human or shifter, but that doesn’t make you weak.”
“I’m no goddess.”
He raised a brow. “No. You’re better. You’re not arrogant or think you’re infallible. And you care about others. Your strength is in here, my Artemis.” He placed a hand over her heart. The warmth of his skin spread through her, making her want to melt into his hold.
“I call you Artemis because it fits you, and I suspect you need to be reminded of just how strong you are. While the goddess ruled over the wilderness, I imagine she didn’t use brute force to do so. You have her spirit, if not her powers. You, my Artemis, control me in ways you do not yet realize.”
His words stunned her. It was almost as if Rafe was admitting a weakness, which he’d never do. But to say she had any control over him. . . That made no sense. But she loved him for it, for trying to give her a sense of worth on a day when she felt so low.
Green eyes darkened, a look she could only describe as a wild animal determined to devour his prey. A shiver traveled through her as she realized she was that prey and that the idea thrilled her.
His hand moved lower. Thick strong fingers covered her pussy, leeching nearly every thought from her brain except one. She wanted Rafe to take her, to make her his.
“If I were a goddess, I’d be able to tame you,” she said as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. “But I suspect you will be the one taming me.”
“Most definitely.”
Rafe threw her over his shoulder, carried her back to the mattress on the floor, and laid her down. He stood over her, fisting his already hard cock. The thing was as massive as the rest of him.
Her eyes must have shown some hesitation, because he looked at her with full confidence. “You can take me, Artemis. You will take me. Everything I dish out. Because this was meant to be. I rule over your body, while you rule over my heart.”
She nodded, unsure when she’d become so submissive in life, or if it was because this was Rafe and no one denied him. Not that she wanted to. She’d wanted him since the boathouse. Before, even.
She opened her legs, inviting him.
“That’s it, my goddess, nice and wide.”
His goddess. She rather liked that. Which is why she shut her legs. “Earn it, wolf,” she said with a teasing grin.
His eyes flared, silver flashing over the green, giving him a feral look, not in the way Tiernan was going feral. Something much more basic. Primal.
Without warning, he pulled her by her ankles until she was at the edge of the mattress. He set her feet flat against the floor and nudged open her thighs with those broad shoulders of his.
Heaven help her, he spread her folds with two fingers and licked her as if she were covered in honey. His tongue moved slowly, frustratingly slowly, torturing her with promise.
She bucked her hips upward, grinding against his face. His growl reverberated through her pussy as his hands spread her open further and his mouth found her clit. As he sucked, the pressure grew inside of her, making her squirm, but the way he pinned her with his body left her unable to move, to grind, to fuck, to do anything except take his wicked mouth as he played with her. Thunderous bolts of pleasure radiated outward as he sucked her clit into his mouth. As the orgasm mounted, thick fingers entered her and pumped. The sensation overtook her, forcing her to surrender as the orgasm struck and a scream left her throat.
Wrecked. Shattered. She couldn’t move. And she didn’t want to.
“That was just the start, my little goddess,” he said, flipping her over and pulling her hips into the air. He spread her cheeks and circled her dark hole with a finger. Something wet and hard found her there next. His tongue? Oh, god, she wasn’t ready for someone like him. She’d never done anything like that.
“Rafe?”
“I will taste every part of you. Have every part of you, Artemis. You are mine,” he roared as his cock slid through her folds, stimulating her until she rocked against him.
When he pressed between her shoulder blades, she lowered her shoulders to the mattress and pushed her ass higher into the air. Large hands moved over her back, drawing a purr from deep in her throat.
One hand curved to her pussy and ran through her folds, gliding back and forth. Instinctively, she widened her legs.
“That’s it, open for me,” he growled behind her as he gripped her hips and nestled his cock in her folds. She could feel how big he was, and she inhaled a breath, knowing he was going to fuck her hard.
He thrust into her fast, shocking her with his girth despite how prepared she’d been. She felt every massive inch of him as he held himself there, waiting for her body to stretch and accept him. “Mine. You are mine, Artemis.”
He pulled out slowly, teasing her clit with his hand before he gripped her hips once more and thrust hard and deep. “So fucking tight. Perfect.” Then the fucking began in earnest. He was large and thick, and she could feel every wonderful inch of him, but it was his power, his dominance that excited her, made her want to drive him as crazy as he was driving her.
She relished how he took control, how he used her, but never forgot she was there and needed him. This wasn’t who she was. Or it never had been.
His hands constantly moved over her, touching every part of her, taking possession almost, even as he laid the most delicate and beautiful kisses at the nape of her neck.
