Page 17 of The Strongest Wolf

“Please, Galen.” I squirm harder, desperate for him to drive into me.

But he doesn’t, so I lift my hips to rock against him. As if he knew what I was about to do the second before I moved, one hand grips my hips and he holds me still. “Say it.”

I shake my head.

His next thrust is an agonizing controlled glide that strokes every inch of me before he stops, nestled deep within me.

“Galen,please,” I pant, trembling with need.

Sweat covers every inch of me and him. I watch it dribble down the side of his face, hunger to lap at his skin. But his expression is fierce with determination. He won’t move. Not until I say it.

You know he can outlast you, Sierra. You’ll be begging soon.

Swallowing hard, I slam my eyes shut. “Yours. I’m yours.”

Silence.

Deep inside me, I feel him swell. But when he releases my wrists, my eyes snap open in surprise.

“Galen?” I moan.

Furious desire still fills his eyes, but that’s not all I see as he gazes down at me.

And because of what I see, I lift my hands to stroke his jaw before I pull his face down to mine. Just before our lips touch, I look him right in the eye. “I’m yours Galen. No one else’s. Just yours,” I whisper, letting him in a little more, admitting my weakness… and my fear. “Even if I had to give you up, I couldn’t do it. You’re mine. Don’t—”

Choose the pack over me. Don’t stop wanting me the way I know you do.

I don’t say the words, but I let him see this isn’t need or even want. This is something else.

The fear that occasionally flits across his emerald stare fades, and he dips his head, his kiss rich and drugging.

Moaning, I wrap my arms around his back as he strokes inside me. It’s not the hard, desperate pace I’d thought I’d wanted before. This is Galen drawing the pleasure out, giving me more than I believed I’d ever have.

It’s him showing me he loves me, because he knows the words would send me running. And I kiss him back, lifting my hips to meet his, because I love him too.

Even if I can’t say it yet. I need him to know.

He increases the pace with a desperate groan, driving me into the bed with his heavy weight.

It’s a perfect fit, as always, and as my fingers stroke over sweat-soaked skin and our lips cling to each other, the pleasure builds within my core until I gasp.

Galen breaks the kiss the way I knew he would. His eyes meet mine, face tense with the strain of holding his release back so he can watch mine.

My climax hits, tightening my belly, making me shudder and writhe beneath him.

As I slump to the bed, he strokes his hands down over my breasts and my hips before he grips me tight. With his eyes locked to mine, jaw hard, and teeth gritted, he lunges into me, each stroke deeper and harder than the last.

His new pace has me gasping as I cling to him, nails cutting into his skin. My body is still rippling with aftershocks when a new wave hits. Throwing my head back in a scream, I shatter.

He tightens his grip, hands holding me still as, growling deep in his throat, he jerks and strains, filling me with heat.

Heart thudding loud in my head, I sag into the bed, lacking any strength to help when he shifts us until I’m lying mostly on his chest.

We lay together, quiet, as I feel him soften inside me.

Long minutes later, his fingers card through my hair as he holds me against him.

Sleep beckons, so I let my eyes flutter shut. But I don’t go to sleep. Not yet. “I was in the cage,” I whisper against his chest, so quiet that no regular human could hear.

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