Page 80 of Savage Hunter

My slick channel relaxes, accepts and then grips around his pulsating cock when he goes to withdraw again.

Seeking fingers skim over my breasts to anchor around my waist as pushes to his knees. I arch off the bed and into his waiting arms. Panting, my head swirling, I give into his desires and find that memories can’t be erased, but they can be dulled.

Breathing heavily, I roll my head left to right. “I can’t, it’s too much,” I whimper, truly wondering if I can take him again so soon.

“That is when it’s the best. Let me care for you. Shh, baby.” He rocks into me gently, stroking his thumbs around my clit.

“Wolfe! Stop teasing.”

“Shhh. Just feel.” He does it again and this time my hips buck. I meet his thrust and together we set a slow rhythm all the while his massages my wet folds, swirls over my clit and makes me wild for another orgasm.

“Just like that. Take all of me,” he purrs, brushing his lips against mine. Powerful hands tighten around my hips. The closer we get to the end, the thicker his cock becomes. My legs spread around his grooved hips and I reach for anything I can find to help steady me against the soul-shattering pounding. He picks up speed, forcing me closer to my climax.

My channel contracts around him. “Wolfe, Oh! Wolfe, it’s too much! I can’t do this!”

A fine sheen of sweat pebbles over my skin. I’m too sensitive. It will hurt. I know it will but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

“Harder, Wolfe! Take me harder!” I lock my ankles around his waist and match his speed and intensity. I mentally shed my past and live for this moment. I owe it to us both. I owe it to the old version of me and the new version I so desperately want to become.

He reaches between our bodies. The slightest amount of pressure and he has my body arching off the bed to meet him. Powerful arms hold me, protect me. I scream through another orgasm with pleasure. My hands claw at his back and his teeth scrape over the tender flesh of my shoulder and neck, biting and nipping.

Inside me, his cock pulsates with his release, shooting his seed deep inside my womb. I will be surprised if I don’t come out of this carrying his child. But if not, the pure black fire flickering deep in his eyes says we’ll keep trying. And that thought leaves me shaken to the core.

The feeling of belonging, of being wanted is so thick it chokes me. I never thought I could have Wolfe, much less a family of my own. And now he is offering me everything I could ever want if I can just let him in.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my chest to his until I can feel the beating of his heart and he can feel mine.

“Mine.”

The word is barely audible, but I hear him and the emotions clinging to his voice. Every part of me feels the pain and anguish he went through as if it were my own and my pain his. Our hearts bound.

Wolfe breaks away, a look of surprise on his face. “I feel it too,” I say breathlessly.

“I never knew love could be so deep.” He brushes hair away from my face and kisses my chin, my cheeks and finally my lips.

He drops his forehead to mine and we stay like that for several heartbeats just breathing each other in.

We spend the rest of the day either sleeping or making love. It’s not until the sun sets that we leave behind our secret love next, Chicago bound.

His hand reaches for mine and we ride like that in pure silence the rest of the way. No more questions, only our new memories and forged connection. I can’t explain it, but accept it for the gift it is. I never want this new feeling of love to end. It’s kind of hard to think about it, but maybe I am not as broken as I thought, after all. Our love is stronger than I wanted to accept.

Dark hearts do us part until love sets us free.

United again, our souls tether with love until death steals us for sleep once more.

I commit the lines of poetry to heart to write down later, not knowing how prophetic they would turn.

Sixteen

Avery

It’s the middle of the next day when we pull into the underground garage of Club Genesis.

Wolfe called ahead so that they would let in us. Mace greets us with a two-finger salute, securing the entrance once we pass through. We drive into what I see as a cement toy box three stories underground. Expensive cars line the fringes of the wide open spaces. In the far back is a bank of elevators and to the right of those is a door that is most likely to the stairs. It’s not a habit I talk about much, but when I enter new surroundings, I map out all exit routes.

Wolfe angles a sideways glance at me, wearing a cocky smirk. “Don’t forget the gate we just came through. It has a keypad—eight, twenty-one, zero, one.”

My brows rise in surprise. “You magically conjured the number from thin air?”

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