Page 48 of Married to the Wolf

“I thought you were ready,” she murmured, looking into his gaze.

“Not yet. Let me look at you.”

He studied her face, and his fingers spasmed on her hips as he looked. It was as if he wanted to memorize the color of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, and the curve of her jaw. The passion in that stare stole her breath. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine meeting a man who loved her with such abandon. She believed him when he said he would go as far as necessary for her, break every law and every rule.

“I never have to wonder if you truly love me.” The words came out on a pant because he overwhelmed her.

“No.”

She bit her lip, and he took in the movement, letting it mesmerize him. The man was killing her looking at her like that.

“But I mean, it could wear off, or I could do something to make you change your mind about me.”

“Every man who came before me was a fool.” He sounded firm. “I won’t change my mind, and if I have to spend my life convincing you of the fact, I will. You understand, don’t you, baby?”

“Understand?” She knew what he meant, but she was becoming a glutton for hearing the way he spoke about her, the way he described their relationship.

He narrowed his eyes and pierced her with his gaze. “You are mine. Mine.”

The word didn’t come out sounding like the ranting of a recalcitrant child. No, his voice rumbled, and she thought she could hear a little of the wolf, maybe even see it beneath the surface of his expression. This was a possessiveness that was so strong it couldn’t be denied. Her heart jackhammered in response, and she drew in a deep breath.

Without warning, he pushed her up so that she straddled his hips. His hand moved over her belly, and he cupped the area with fondness. “I’m going to put my baby in you.”

She gasped. “I thought we’d wait a couple years to get used to each other.”

“The sooner the better.” His eyes glazed over as if he could already see her belly protruding and her hips widening. She had always dreamed of being a mother, but the getting fatter part not so much.

“Do I get a say in this?” she snarked.

“Do you intend to deny me?” At his words, his dick jumped beneath her. It had a mind of its own, and it apparently wasn’t playing that denial game.

“I’m not saying that.”

“Every time I put my dick in you, I release with the intent to get you pregnant. Tonight, I’m going to take you until I’m sure it’s done.”

“There’s such a thing called ovulation, sir.”

“And practice makes perfect,” he quipped in response. A slow grin spread over his face. “Don’t worry. Your alpha knows your body well, and he knows when you are ready.”

She blinked at him. “Seriously?”

He leaned forward and breathed deep toward her center. A curl of white-hot desire shot through her system. She was joking when she mentioned the ovulation because she was pretty close now. In fact, it wasn’t impossible for her to get pregnant that night. Sebastian must have been counting days along with her.

“I know,” he insisted and breathed deep in and out again.

“You smell it?” Her voice cracked a little.

He seemed to be intoxicated off the scent of her come. “You’re driving me crazy, baby. You smell so good I need to be inside you.”

Sophia would have discussed the timing of having babies more, but he raised her up and brought her down on his shaft. She forgot everything in an instant. Wiggling her hips, she worked to get him deeper, and he hissed his pleasure at her movements.

“Just…a…second.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he shut his eyes. She’d never seen him look like he would lose control. Every time they made love he held himself in sharp command, holding his orgasm off until he was ready to release.

She arched so that his dick slid out just a little and came down on him again. A cry of delight escaped her, but his fingers dug into her sides. She smirked. Her husband wasn’t in control at that moment. She was. Being on top for a change was great. Perhaps it was her weight driving him deeper than ever before that was driving him mad. Whatever the case, she was going for what she wanted.

Bringing her knees up, she reached behind her and held onto his thig

hs. Bouncing carefully up and down, she began to ride his dick. Sticky come flooded her channel, and she rode harder and faster.

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