Page 47 of Wolf Heart

His erection is thick and hard and hotter than anything I've ever touched before.

"Tell me what you want," he says.

"Isn’t it obvious?” I stroke him and a growl vibrates in his chest.

He tweaks my nipple. “What do you really want?” he asks in a teasing voice, making my sex tighten in anticipation and my toes curl.

"You, inside me," I gasp, clasping my hands around his cock tighter.

"I can't do that, sweetheart." He bites my lower lip and I whimper. "I won't be able to stop until you're mine."

His words are like a slap and my wolf's hackles raise inside me. All the hairs on my body stand on end.

"I can't give you that." I move to push away. "You're not my fated mated."

"And this Michael is?" He holds onto my hips, not letting me go. "I saw you two in the woods. Didn't look like fated mates to me."

I cross my arms, leaning back to stare at him. "And how would you know what fated mates look like?"

"How you can't wait to rip each other's clothes off." As though emphasizing his point, his hand skims down my sides to rest on my hips.

"That's just lust and sex, not fated mates," I huff.

"Then that's what I have right here, right now with you. I want to fuck your brains out." He tugs open his pants and takes me by the hips, raising me slightly.

I uncross my arms, grasping his shoulders to keep from falling.

"I can smell your arousal. You want me too."

As though hearing his words, my pussy throbs with need. Either I need to have sex right now or I’ll spend the night masturbating. Leaving this ache to resolve on its own isn’t an option.

He presses the head of his cock between my folds and I twist the button on his shirt, wanting his clothes off.

I remove his shirt and his muscles are carved into his skin like old magazine pictures I've seen hidden in the girl's restroom at school. His breath hitches as I glide my hands over the cut ridges across his abs and chest.

Damn, I could examine him all night, but the others might return any moment and the excitement of that spurs me on. Cause I want to feel Aspen deep inside me. I want to taste a bit of pleasure this night after so much misery.

For a few moments, I want to forget all the horrors and bask in pleasure.

I slide his jeans and briefs down and over his thighs. His cock is thick and long with the vein pulsing underneath his length.

I lift to my knees and guide his cock to my opening, lowering myself on him, slowly.

"Oh, fucking hell." His fingers dig into my hips, guiding me down.

He fills me completely, stretching me. I groan and push against him. The walls of my pussy clenching around him.

His mouth returns to mine and I wrap my legs around his waist. Aching to be closer to him, to be as close as two people can be in this moment.

He leans down and presses his lips against mine. All I can taste is the salty sweat on his mouth as our tongues dance.

He eases back, pumping into me and watching me with a look of concentration. His hand caresses my swollen lips, his fingers long and smooth. His face is almost inhumanly beautiful as he watches me. I can see every breath he takes and the muscles in his arms and chest. His blue eyes glitter in the moonlight.

He tugs on my hair and pumps in and out of me. His cock is deep and hard and delicious pleasure builds up inside me.

The scent of him is a mixture of berries, musk, and wolf. His hand is slick with my wetness and the smell of my arousal coats it.

His lips brush against mine.

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