Page 24 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

Sounds great to me.

I grab the waistband of his shorts and go down to my knees, bringing them down with me. He’s already hard, and I rub my face against the length of him, eliciting a groan. His skin is so hot.

I close my eyes and relish the feeling for a moment.

And then I take him into my mouth.

I grip his thighs. He’s so big that I have to take a moment just to adjust to the feeling. He knows not to start thrusting—to let me control the pace—but it’s still a little intimidating.

I move up and down on him slowly, now, using my hand as well as my mouth. I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock—he moves a little, changing the angle so that he’s getting what he wants.

I hum my approval.

“Get your fucking pants off,” he gasps. “Now.”

It’s all the invitation I need. If I could do it without releasing him, I would, but I have to stand up to get them off.

As soon as I’m naked, he grabs my wrists, spins me around, and slams my hands up against the wall. It fucking stings and I love it. I love how Milo, who is always so gentle, has this whole other side when we’re making love.

He thrusts into me. It’s not delicate. He’s immediately fucking me hard, giving me all the energy he was holding back while he was in my mouth. I cry out and he covers my mouth with one hand, the other finding the back of my neck and bending me over farther so I can take him deeper.

It doesn’t take long. It never does once he takes control like this. It builds and builds in me, and before I know it, I’m coming, crying out against his palm with the pleasure and intensity of it.

I sag between him and the wall.

I’m expecting him to keep going, but he stills for a moment as if he isn’t sure.

I press back into him, rolling my hips as I do, taking over control, and Milo lets out a sigh that turns into a groan. Maybe this is what he needs—not to use my body, but to let me take him where he needs to go.

I can do that.

I fuck him slowly, relishing the power, closing my eyes and listening to his ragged breathing. It’s starting to stir me up again, and I drop one hand down to touch myself as we go.

“Oh,yeah,” he says shakily. “Do that. Fuck. That’s so hot, Emmy.”

I’m going to come again. I can feel it.

He thrusts a couple of times as he comes—I guess he can’t keep still any more—and his palm slaps the wall beside my head as he slumps over my body.

“Fuck,” he groans.

It takes a moment for us to separate, but when we do, he pulls me up into his arms. He’s shaking—or maybe that’s me shaking. Maybe it’s both of us. It doesn’t seem to matter.

“That was so fucking good,” he said. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“I think I have some idea,” I say, trailing my fingers along his hip bone. I rise up on my toes to kiss him.

Behind me, I hear the sound of the curtain opening.

Milo’s head darts up. Reflexively, we press our naked bodies closer together, hiding in each other.

Nate lets out a snort. “Fuck’s sake, you two. If you want privacy, just go in the bedroom next time.”

Milo and I sigh and let each other go, laughing a little. I gather up my clothes. “We should see about getting a door for this place,” I say. “If we’re going to stick around.”

Nate and Milo exchange a quick glance, but neither one of them presses me on thatsticking aroundthing, and I’m glad because I don’t want to get into it right now. The sex was great, but that doesn’t mean all my needs are satisfied.

I pull on my pants. “What’s for lunch?”

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