Page 60 of The Strongest Wolf

And then I remember he’s leaving.

I close my eyes so he won’t read how badly I want to tell him not to go.

He drives into me so hard that gasping, my eyelids fly open.

“Let me see, baby,” he breathes, his face tight and jaw tense.

He’s close. So close that I feel him swelling even more inside me. My breath catches because so am I.

He strokes into me again, and again. The slap of his skin against mine, the low growl that each motion drags from his throat, and my gasping moans fill the cabin.

Nothing else matters but the pleasure rising higher and higher.

Eyes wide, I shake as I reach for it, desperate for my release to crash over me and suck me into a place where there is only ecstasy.

My body ignites. I try to hold my climax back so that Galen and I can fall together, but it’s too late.

Galen groans, a desperate sound as needy as my gasps. His hands tighten around my wrist the second before he eases his body from mine and slams into me. He jerks, body straining deeper as if he wants to live inside me.

It goes on and on. We shudder and gasp as we ride out our climax, but not once do we look away from each other.

Not once.

Long minutes later, my eyes flutter open, and I take in the cabin wall in front of me before rolling over. After Galen pulled out of me, I must have fallen asleep because the room is a lot darker than it was before.

Must be the afternoon, or even early evening.

As if Galen were just waiting for me to turn, he lifts his hand from my hip and puts it right back when I’m facing him.

For several seconds, I do nothing but study him as we lay side by side.

A soft smile touches his lips. “I’ll be back soon, Sierra.”

He might intend to until he realizes that he can do better than a traumatized, submissive wolf for a mate.

I lift my hand to his chest and stroke the firm muscle there. Maybe for the last time. “I know.”

He slides his hand up my back and pulls me close until I’m pressed flush against him. “Iwill.”

“I know,” I repeat.

Even though I don’t believe he will.

14

GALEN

After tossing my bag into the passenger seat of my truck, I turn to the woman standing behind me. Sierra.

She smiles at me.

Still dressed in the sweats she pulled on early this morning to see me off, her hair is loose and disheveled around her shoulders, but I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

Threading my hand through her hair, I tug her toward me and slant my mouth over hers. Her response is immediate, and that eases a little of the dread forming in the pit of my stomach.

She wants me, even if she’s not sure about the forever part yet.

When I break the kiss and lift my head, her skin is flush and her lips red. “What if I wanted you to come with me?”

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