Page 109 of Bad Wolf's Nanny
He shifted his hips, pressing down into her, and she gasped as she felt his hardness against her stomach.
“And now,” he said, eyes glittering, “I’m going to prove it to you.”
He captured her lips again, full of heat and passion, capturing her hands and pinning them above her head. She sighed into his open mouth, relaxing into him, her ridiculouslynoisy brain going deliciously quiet under the intensity of hermate.
They hadn’t slept together, not since the first time. He had been scared to touch her after the fight, terrified that she might have some injury she was hiding from him. She couldn’t blame him, not really. Not when she had shied away from her shifter heritage for so long. She had almost forgotten herself, the incredible rate at which her body could heal.
But she was looking forward to remembering. Remembering all of it. She didn’t need to be a shifter to be part of the pack, but she felt that she owed it to Dane, to Daisy, to Cassie, toeveryoneto finally just be herself.
And, she was looking forward to finally getting to be with Dane, to touch him, to be touched, secure in the knowledge that she was his and he was hers.
The thought made her blood heat, her heartbeat quicken. She growled, fingers fumbling at the buttons of his shirt.
He didn’t let her get that far. He ripped the fabric from his body, buttons flying everywhere, before covering her again and plundering her mouth.
With a groan, her legs fell open, wrapping around his hips, pulling her towards her, uncaring about the layers of fabric still between them.
Dane apparently did care.
He pushed off her with a snarl, pulling her up onto her knees as he divested her of her clothes with animalistic urgency. With one hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her head back, giving him access to attack her throat with kisses and bites as two fingers pushed up into her warm, wet center.
‘Oh,’ she gasped, hands scrabbling at his massive shoulders as he curled his fingers against that delicious spot deep within her, his thumb circling her clit with delicious pressure. It seemed he was in no mood to be coy or teasing. He attacked her boy with all the fervor of a wolf, driving her to the edge with relentless focus, teeth scraping against her skin as she wailed his name.
Shelikedit rough, coming hard with profanities spilling from her lips as she bucked against his fingers. But he wasn’t done.
He flipped her over onto all fours, his breath ghosting over her skin, hot and full of deadly promise. When his tongue made contact with her soaking flesh, she nearly wept, collapsing forward onto the bed.
She was a mere instrument. A being of pure pleasure made only to fall apart under Dane’s ministrations. She was at his mercy, completely his, unable to formulate a single thought except recognition of the burning fire of his touch.
He lapped at her core like a male possessed, grunting in pure, alpha satisfaction as her muscles trembled and gave way, his thick tongue pumping in and out of her. She panted, twisting the sheets, her legs already tensing and shaking in anticipation of another delicious orgasm.
“Fuck, you taste good, sweetheart,” he growled, hands gripping her hips to steady her as he continued his assault.
She couldn’t even form the words to reply. She was putty in his hands, utterly incoherent, desperate for every ounce of pleasure he could give her.
Warmth curled low in her gut. This was her life now. He was hermate. She could fall asleep each night curled in hisarms, wake up to his kisses and caresses, spend every single day knowing that he was there beside her.
That she waswanted.
She came again with a groan, her skin damp with sweat. Dane let out a savage growl as he licked up her spine, his thick arms bracing either side of her. She felt tiny beneath him, helpless and vulnerable, and yet oh soneedy.
It was a delicious paradox. A loss of control, or rather relinquishment of it, that might well drive her mad.
From all their interactions so far, she knew he approached sex more as a wolf than a man. She looked forward to learning that lesson over and over and over again.
He pushed into her with a snarl, the corded muscles of his arms bunching, tattoos rippling. She whined, long and high and needy as he so entirely became her whole world. He was everywhere. Above her, surrounding her,insideher, every inch of her body, both internal and out pressed in by the overwhelming force ofhim.
She had never felt anything like it. Anything so exhilarating and yet so overwhelmingly comforting. There was nothing she needed to do. Nothing she needed to say. She just needed to exist, just needed to hand herself over to him, and he would take care of everything.
He began to move, and she let out a keening yelp at his immense size. Instantly, his teeth were at the junction of her neck and shoulder, anchoring her down as he continued to pump hard inside of her. The pleasure-pain mixed until Lola couldn’t even remember her own name, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, muscles relaxing under his dominant bite.
She couldn’t even tell if she was orgasming again, or if the sheer intensity of his movement allowed nothing but the sweet bliss of oblivion to register in her mind. His movements were faster now, more desperate, chasing his own release.
She clenched her walls around him, urging him on, letting her own wolf take over as she begged and pleaded to him. His answering snarl was pure predator, his movements strong enough to bruise, except she was no delicate thing. She was his equal. His mate. His wolf.
He came with a roar, hips slamming into hers, guttural pants falling from him as he released his seed, hot and thick, inside her. For a moment, they basked in the afterglow, their bodies moving together as they caught their breath, and then he pulled her into his chest and turned them onto their sides so that he was spooning her, cradling her close to him. He was still inside her, buried deep, and she didn’t want him to ever move.
“Are you alright?” he said after a while, his voice gruff.
