Page 31 of Wolf Unleashed
“All that to get me inside? I could have walked.”
“The thought of taking you outdoors appeals to my wolf. And me. But not in the cold and where anyone in my pack could see you.”
“You don’t trust anyone, do you?”
“I trust you.” He took a deep breath, drawing in her scent. “And Rafe. Tiernan.”
“Then come with us,” she pleaded as she ran her hand down his chiseled chest muscles to the top of his jeans. As she undid the button, he caught her hand.
“Touch me, Maddox. It’s been so long. Every day I feel you through the bond and it kills me that I can’t feel you against me, touching me, moving inside me.”
“I want that too, but you need to understand, angel. When Gallagher arrested me, I was arrogant, thinking I’d escape and find my way back to you. I never envisioned he’d make a deal with my alpha and send me back here. I felt you through the bond and I tried to ignore it. I ran extra hard through the woods, picked fights with other guards, anything to get my mind off of you.”
“Are you saying you were finally starting to forget me and being together will make it worse?”
“I’m saying… Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying. All I can think about is sinking into you, making you come so hard you scream my name and the entire pack hears you.”
She untied her boots and kicked them off, not caring where they landed. His eyes—dark pools of black had a depth to them that made her think of the universe with endless possibilities—moved over her body as a low rumble emanated from him.
She turned around and shimmied her hips as she slowly peeled her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Something about Maddox brought out the naughty side of her. As she bent over, to pull them off her ankles, his hard length slid into her folds.
“So wet,” he said, his voice dark and low as his fingers splayed between her shoulder blades and pressed down on her. “Palms on the floor.”
She did as he ordered, feeling very exposed with her ass in the air. Then his hand slid down over the knots of her spine and caressed one butt cheek, sending more than a tingling sensation throughout her body. Desire, lust, and unabashed need spread over the bond.
Even as his tongue glided through her folds, teasing her entrance, she knew it was much more than the need for sex flowing through the bond. The pangs of loneliness she’d been feeling from Maddox, the sense of worthlessness, began to subside as his cock withdrew and his tongue circled her clit.
Two hands spread her wider, and soon she could feel his nose, his mouth… his entire face pressed and moving against her, stimulating her, marking her, marking himself with her scent. Her hips rocked against him, pulling a deep growl from him, one that reverberated through her.
A growl tore from her throat, passed her lips, responding to him. Her wolf!
Maddox nipped her clit, sending her over the edge. Her entire body shook so hard she wasn’t sure how she remained bent over, and then she realized he was there, supporting her with his arm around her mid-section. A large hand moved over her torso, touching every part of her, titillating her breasts, pinching her hard peaks and then eventually gliding down one arm and then the other, replanting her palms firmly on the floor for balance.
“Mine. Always mine,” he whispered in her ear as his lips trailed back down her spine to the valley of her ass. Two hands parted her cheeks there as a tongue rimmed her, teasing her once more, bringing nerve endings to life.
Then, without warning, he filled her pussy, fast, deep, fully claiming her in one thrust. His hands moved to her hips and held her firm as he slid in and out of her, stimulating her. She relished every caress of his hands over her hips and ass as she rocked into him.
This was so different from the first time they’d had sex. This was primal, raw, and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted so much more of him. With him.
Alyssa looked inward at the bond one last time, trying to understand that jagged edge that had been there from the beginning. It no longer seemed so sharp, so rough, but it remained.
Another orgasm struck her, tearing her attention away from the bond as her walls clamped down on his cock, squeezing him until he roared his release. A moment after she felt his cum dripping out of her, he pulled out… and pushed into her back hole.
He’d taken her unaware, and pushed past her muscles until he was seated deep inside her. “You will think of me, angel mine, every time Rafe takes you here. Or Tiernan. It will not be their cocks, but mine,” he said as he slammed into her so fast the strength in her arms gave out and her cheek pressed to the area rug. His fingers twined with hers as he released inside her once again. Then he covered her body with his, keeping her warm while not fully pressing his weight into her. It had been a claiming, in every way. She’d become as much his as he was hers, maybe more.
When he finally pulled out, she rolled onto her back and looked up at him. The rough angry shifter from earlier had disappeared, leaving behind a male who looked utterly undone. Tears pooled in his eyes and his hands shook, sights that shocked her.
“I wasn’t as gentle as I wanted to be. I felt your lust, your need through the bond, and then I thought of the others touching you, of how I would never touch you again, and I lost control. I needed to dominate, angel. I’m sorry.”
He lifted her and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down on the soft bedding. As he supported himself on his elbows while he leaned over her, his brows pursed, worry on his face. Shaking fingers brushed her hair out of her eyes before stroking down her throat to her collarbone. He looked so intense, as if he needed to memorize every inch of her. She understood that, as she dragged her fingers across the strong line of his jaw, the short whiskers there, and then the thick chords of his neck muscles. Despite his strength and resilience, she could feel his frailty over the bond. His heart was breaking.
Without a word, he rose from the bed and moved to the bathroom. She heard the water running as she watched him cleaning his cock. He was a striking figure, a male she had underestimated. He was fighting for her in the only way he knew. Sacrificing himself and his happiness by staying with his pack.
He returned to the bedside with a washcloth for her. She took it from him, set it down on the nightstand and plastered her mouth to his. “Come with us,” she pleaded one last time, her voice cracking as she knew she was making this harder on him, on both of them. He’d told her why he couldn’t, but she couldn’t accept that, not in her heart.
His forehead dipped forward, resting on her chest. Tears struck her chest like a lead weight. Her fingers sifted through his hair, and she gripped him, pulling his head up. “Look at me, my sweet Maddox.”
Glossy eyes stared at her. He had no words. Neither did she.
