Page 56 of Arranged Wolf's Nanny
He hissed, rearing backwards, forcing her leg back down. Smiling up at him with satisfied glee, she snapped her teeth in challenge. She was resplendent in her beauty, her wildness. The cheeky girl had nothing beneath her robe, leaving her pale body utterly bare to his eyes, and he drank in her luscious curves with greedy abandonment.
She shifted, raising her chest, rosy nipples almost painfully taut.
His wolf practically howled.
He’d always known there was something of the wild animal within her.
“Careful,” he said, tightening his grip on her wrists, “or I’ll put you over my knee.”
“What’s stopping you?” she said, undulating her hips, rubbing her damp core against the hardness straining through his trousers.
He captured her neck between his teeth, relishing the sweet taste of salt and fire, “Nothing,” his voice was dark and full of deadly promise. “I can do whatever I want. I’m just not sure you’re ready for what that means.”
“Then show me,” she said, her voice almost desperate.
He chuckled. “All in good time, little wolf. But first…” he reached down, undoing his trousers, his hard length springing free. He rubbed himself through her dripping folds, eyes sparking as her lips fell open in silent pleasure.
Oh, the things he would show her.
He dropped his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling between them.
“Ready?” he asked, the head of his cock bumping against her clit in a delicious rhythm. He looked forward immensely to demonstrating just how much pleasure he could bring her, but he needed to claim her first.Neededto feel her walls clamping around him, his name on her lips.
She nodded, panting, nipples scraping against his chest. “I’m ready.”
Slowly, he pushed into her, meeting some resistance at her entrance. He watched her face carefully, looking for any sign of pain, before pushing through her barrier.
She winced, hissing out a curse, and he paused, letting her adjust. She took a few deep breaths, and his hand curled into the sheets, his jaw clenching.
God, but she felt glorious.
Hot and tight and wet andperfect.
She sucked in a breath, giving an experimental wiggle of her hips, her eyes widening as she clenched around him.
With a snarl, he released her wrists, bracing his arms on either side of her, muscles tensing with the sheer effort of resisting the temptation to move. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Not unless she wanted him to.
“I think,” she said, biting her swollen lower lip between her teeth, “I think you can move now.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
Gently, he began rocking his hips. When her eyes widened and her little hands scrabbled at his shoulders, he grinned savagely and thrust harder.
Rosalia groaned, fingernails digging into his skin, the delicious bite of pain enhancing the pure pleasure he was taking from her body.
He was no stranger to sex. The type of man he was, he needed to let loose. Needed to expel some of his savagery. He’d had shifters of all kinds, humans too on occasion, women with years of experience who knew all the pretty sounds to make, who knew how to take him.
Rosalia had none of their guile, their careful, practiced perfection.
And yet there was something about her that drove him wild.
Perhaps it was the way she met his thrusts with a savagery of her own, the way she took pleasure from him just as he did her.
They were both wolves, but it was more than that.
They both had a savagery within them. A wildness they could not deny.
