Page 84 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

She lets out a little gasp. “How—how did you know?”

I don’t want to tell her how I knew. I don’t want to tell her that I’ve been thinking about the way she clamored to get to Victor, to be fucked by him, since the moment I saw it. I don’t want to tell her that I know from experience how even now that she’s away from him, even though their bond is broken, the physical symptoms of that arousal must still be with her.

I just want to help her.

So I pick her up in my arms, lay her down on the ground and lower myself over her.

Her hands move up and down my back tracing the muscles there as I rest against her for a moment. I’m hard and throbbing for her and I can feel how hot she is, panting beneath me. She tilts her hips up, pushing with her heels, trying to change the angle enough that she can take me inside her.

“You’ve been wanting it for a long time,” I murmur.

I lean over her and carefully kiss each of her nipples, just barely brushing them with my lips.

She arches into my touch, wanting more contact, but now I’m kissing my way along her perfectly shaped collarbone, right to the hollow above her sternum, which I love. I lick the sweat that’s pooled here, then move to her jawline.

“You’ve been so patient,” I tell her. “You’ve been really good, Emlyn. You’re about to get what you deserve. You’re about to get what you’ve been wanting.”

She stares up at me hungrily.

Fuck, she’s hot. I wish I could just stop in this moment and look at her. Just drink her in.

But she’s been waiting too long, and I know that with every second that goes by, I’m torturing her. That’s the last thing I want to do.

I slide my hand down to rest on her hip and hold her very still as I take her. I’m giving it to her, but we’re going to do this at my pace, because honestly, she’s so wild right now that I’m afraid if I let her take control, she might actually hurt herself.

She sighs as I slide into her. Her eyes close. Her body stills for a moment and a tear escapes the corner of her eye.

I stop. It’s hard as hell to do it, but— “Are you okay?” I whisper, wiping the tear away with my thumb.

“It’s so good,” she says. “It’ssofucking good, Nate. I’ve needed you so badly.”

Hearing her say that makes me even harder. That it’sme, not Victor, who she needs to make her whole. I’m the one who can satisfy her. I’m the one who can stop her torment.

I fuck into her slowly, warming her up gradually.

She doesn’t need it. I can tell that right away. She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels in, trying to pull me deeper. And, fuck, I can’t resist the way that feels, so I fuck her harder, bracing one arm against the ground beside her head, catching her mouth with mine. She moans into my kiss and tightens her legs around me. She’s shaking.

“Don’t stop,” she whines when I come up for air and lean my forehead against hers. “Don’t stop, Nate. Harder. Please.”

I grab her thigh behind the knee and push her leg up to her ear, changing the angle, letting me fuck deeper into her. I press two fingers into her mouth and she suckles frantically, massaging the pads of them with her tongue, and it drives me wild because Iknowhow it feels to have that tongue working on my cock, so I’m thinking about that while I fuck her and it’s more than I can stand.

I’m not going to last much longer. But I need her to come first. I need her satisfied.

I roll onto my back without pulling out, bringing her with me, so she’s sitting astride me. She doesn’t miss a beat. She rolls her hips, taking what she wants from me now, setting the rhythm she needs to seek her orgasm, and now I can touch her. I rest my hand on her thigh and stroke her with my thumb, and she throws her head back and moans in ecstasy.

She is the sexiest, most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.

When she shudders around me, it’s enough to make me come, and I’m still coming as she collapses forward onto my chest.

As it subsides, I wrap my arms around her, and we lie panting together.

“Better?” I murmur into her ear.

“Much,” she whispers. “Thank you.”

“Hey, anytime. You just have to say the word and I’m yours.”

I feel her chuckle. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world, aren’t I?”

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