He kisses a circle around my nipple. “I love how soft you are.” He sucks one nipple into his mouth. “I love how sweet you taste.”
I pull his shirt off over his head. I want to taste him, too. I straddle his lap and nibble his neck.
“You want to mark me, little she-wolf?” Wilde chuckles. “Go ahead. I can take it.”
Of course, female wolves don’t mark their mates. We don’t have the serum that coats our teeth to permanently embed our scent in another. I nip Wilde anyway, and my pussy gets wet picturing his claiming of me.
“Oh, fuck, Rayne.” Suddenly, I’m on my back, Wilde on top of me, pinning me down. “You think I can’t smell that sweet nectar of yours?” His eyes glow green, the muscles in his chest flex, making me dizzy with lust.
He crawls down between my legs, cupping my ass in his large hands, and licks into me.
I surrender to the sensation. The heat of his wet tongue, the delicious stroking of my most delicate parts.
“Wilde,” I moan.
“That’s right, baby. I want to hear my name while I’m eating you.”
I repeat it. A lot. Because he gives me the tonguing of the century, licking and lapping at my folds, sucking and nibbling, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.
“Wilde, I need more,” I cry out.
He lifts his head, his lips glossy with my juices. “I thought Iwasgiving you more.”
“I need you. Your cock.Please.”
His grin is so cocky. “Say no more, baby. My mate will be satisfied.” He shucks his jeans and boxers and climbs up over me.
I can hardly breathe. I'm so excited. My body trembles everywhere. I just came five times on Wilde’s tongue, but he didn’t use his fingers at all, and the anticipation for penetration has me out of my mind with need.
I reach for him as he climbs up over me, but he grins and rolls me to my belly. “Spread your legs, beautiful.”
I part my legs wide, and he kneels between them and rubs the head of his cock over my sopping entrance.
“Lift your hips.” Wilde tucks a pillow under my pelvis to lift my ass, then gives it a slap.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He squeezes my cheek roughly and then eases into my tight entrance. I love the sensation of him snug inside me. Filling me. Taking me.
And now, soon,claiming me.
Wilde goes slowly, filling me, pulling back, filling me again. Every time he presses in, I groan in satisfaction. He fists my hair and lifts my head to give me a searing kiss from the side. He starts to thrust a little harder, snapping his hips to get in deep. When the force pushes me up on the bed, he catches my nape to hold me in place.
“You gonna take it hard tonight, Rayne-bow?”
“Yes, please,” I whimper. Because despite the pleasure, it’s not enough. I want more. I want to feel Wilde in every cell of my body. I want him to be rough and wild. To show me how much he desires me. I want to feel fully claimed by him, forever.
“Good,” he growls, thrusting in even harder.
I arch my low back to offer my ass up to him even more, to get him where I need him. He plows into me, his loins slapping against my ass. I brace my hands against the headboard. It’s way too much, but I absolutely love it. Crave it. Need it.
My cries grow louder, higher in pitch. I’m sure if there’s someone in the hotel room beside us, they’re calling the lobby right now.
I don’t care. I wouldn’t stop if they were beating down the door right now. All I care about is riding this incredible wave with Wilde.
“Rayne.” Wilde’s voice sounds ragged. His thrusts grow jerky. “Rayne. Baby. Rayne…it’s you.” He thrusts into me and comes.
I orgasm, my body convulsing with ecstatic release. It’s so much more than a physical experience. It’s beyond even a spiritual one.