Page 59 of The Strongest Wolf

He doesn’t speak, does nothing but slide his hands down over my hips, under my thighs, and spreads my legs further apart. His eyes flare with heat as the tip of him touches me, and then he presses, pushing inward.

I hold my breath as he pauses, eases out an inch, and then slides forward again, gaining another few inches before he retreats. Moaning as he works himself deeper inside me, I shift restlessly beneath him, stroking my hands over his sweat-dampened back.

He takes his time, groaning low in his throat, his hands hot and hard on my skin. This is no rush to get inside me, and I love every second of it.

I brush my fingers against his jaw as he pumps gently until, with one final thrust, he’s seated deep inside me. He was the first man I ever wanted, and I know that even if there had been fifty men before him, it would never have felt as good—as right—as it does with Galen.

“Sierra,” he breathes, his voice strained as he lowers his head to mine. “You are driving me crazy.”

I shake my head because he’s the one driving me crazy, first with his kiss, then his tongue, and now the hard length lodged deep within me.

He kisses me, and I taste myself in his kiss. Curling my legs around his hips, I moan when he sinks even deeper.

When he breaks the kiss, I feel the intensity of his stare and open my eyes to meet his heated emerald gaze.

For several seconds, he doesn’t speak and doesn’t move. He just studies me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. As if he can never get enough of looking at me. “I want every single part of you.”

I swallow hard.

“I want to take you any and every way possible. Do you know what that feels like?” his eyes burn with intensity, with desperation.

Since this doesn’t feel like he’s demanding more than I’m prepared to give him, I nod.

“You’re in my head, my mind, my…” His voice trails off.

Heart. I’m in his heart, as he’s in mine.

The softness in his eyes, the way he touches me, all of it is so visible to me it’s like the words are shimmering in the air between us. But so is my tension, sharp and prickly. It floods me, stiffening every muscle in my body.

Is that why he doesn’t tell me? He sees the fear in my eyes and he thinks I’ll shove him away and run.

Why can’t I just admit that? Why won’t I let him?

He shakes his head as if to clear the thought away, and then he shifts over me, his hips pressing my body against the bed as his hands grip my wrists and pin them over my head.

I tug as if I want to get free. But I don’t. I never do.

Heat fills his eyes, and then his wolf is peering down at me. Despite the dark intensity of his hungry gaze, he draws his body away from mine before pushing into me slowly. He never breaks eye contact, and neither do I.

And as my body swallows the thick length of him, his cock brushing against my clit with each stroke, I fight for breath.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his jaw tight. “You feel so good.” His next thrust is harder, and I feel him forcing himself to slow, to return to the slow glides from before.

I need more.

Tugging at his hands more insistently, I struggle. “Galen…”

He doesn’t let me go, and he doesn’t speed up.

We stare deep into each other's eyes as the temperature in the cabin creeps up and up. Sweat forms, pools between my breasts, runs down the side of Galen’s face, and drips onto me, and all the while he continues to pump his hips against mine.

I struggle harder, my back bowing as I push Galen to move faster.

He dips his head. “No, Sierra.”

“I need more,” I whimper.

His kiss is soft, achingly sweet, before he lifts his head. “I need this to last.”

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