Chapter 5
Effie Harlow
When I woke up, I found that I was warm and flushed from being wrapped up in a blanket. Well, that and because of Dakota’s strong, muscular arms. His intense hold on me was both demanding and possessive, making my center clench with heat as a deeper blush crawled up my throat and onto my face.
I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know it was Dakota, the feel of his lips pressed against my throat very familiar.
He ran a hand up and over the curve of my waist in a hypnotic pattern, again and again, tracing my bare skin because my sweater had been pushed up as I slept, allowing his rough skin to saturate my body with warmth.
“Little wolf,” he growled softly against my throat. “I need you to wake up.”
“Why?” I asked groggily, tilting my head to the side so his lips could move up my neck. I had no idea how—I didn’t think it was possible that we had already made it to our destination—but we were somehow in a bed.
Not only a bed, but an extremely luxurious one. I was thankful for it, having gotten an amazing night of sleep. Well, if it was nighttime even…
“Because you’ve been rubbing your perfect ass against my cock for over two hours and I’m about to lose my shit,” he said, nipping my delicate skin.
I moaned as heat exploded through my center, his fingers tightening on my waist in a wonderfully possessive grip.
I pressed further back and moaned as his cock pressed against my butt, causing me to press my legs together, trying to find some level of friction and relief.
“Effie,” he warned, running his fingers up the back of my neck and gripping my hair to freeze my movement. “I’m so damn close to snapping.”
“I want that,” I admitted, blushing at my bluntness.
He chuckled softly, the dangerous note causing me to shiver. “If I snap, I’m going to bury myself inside of you, little wolf. Are you sure you want that? Are you sure you want my cock inside of you and my teeth buried in your pretty throat? Nothing else will satisfy this urge to mark you.”
“Dakota, please?” I whimpered, tilting my head back to meet his lips. “I want you. I really want you. I need you.”
“Those fucking words,” he growled as his magic expanded out and ran across my skin. “Those fucking words are what I want to hear for the rest of my damn life.”
“The rest of your life?” I asked breathlessly, overwhelmed by the serious note in his voice. I could tell he meant it—he truly meant the rest of his life.
“Yes.” He slid a hand up my throat and stilled, his words soft. “The rest of our lives, and everything that comes with that. You’re my mate, Effie. You’re my everything.”
“I love you,” I whispered, my voice filled with the intense, overpowering need that I felt for him.
“Fuck,” he growled, rolling us so I was pinned beneath him, still tangled in blankets. “I love you so damn much. No matter what happens, I need you to always remember that. You take priority over everything. I will drop everything, leave everything, give up everything for you.”
“I believe you,” I said shakily. Dakota met my lips in a hard kiss, demanding and rough as he explored my mouth and ran his tongue against mine, the erotic action making me jolt.
His magic, our connection, expanded out and filled the room all at once, silencing everything else.
No distractions. Nothing else outside the two of us.
Dakota groaned, pulling back, his lips skimming my throat before he pulled away the blankets.
My gaze briefly categorized that we were in some type of cabin, but that was all I could really focus on before he was tugging my shirt over my head, leaving me in a lace bra and my leggings.
Though he made quick work of those, pulling them down my legs and leaving me nearly naked.
“You’re too dressed,” I said breathlessly, wanting to see every inch of him.
“I can fix that,” he said, his voice so rough it was hard to understand him.
My mouth went dry as his shirt was discarded, in awe at the expanse of muscles and warm skin on display.
I looked down at his moon belt buckle, trying my best to not writhe against the sheets at how incredibly hard he was.
Clearly I did a crap job, though, as Dakota chuckled darkly.
He gripped my hips, a groan leaving his throat as he took in my flushed skin and my hard nipples pressed against the lace of my bra.
“Goddess, you’re a fucking vision, Effie.”
“Dakota, I need—oh!”
I whimpered as his mouth came over the lace of my bra, his teeth grazing my hard nipple before he tugged the fabric down. It was like a bolt of electricity slammed into me, everything turning into a haze of pleasure as I rocked my hips, frustrated at the lack of friction.
I needed more, so much more of him.
“I know what you need,” Dakota growled. “You don’t need to tell me, little wolf.”
He traced his lips down my stomach, groaning as his nose skimmed the apex of my thighs.
I whimpered, then heard a sudden snap as my panties were tossed aside, leaving me bare to him.
Despite feeling slightly nervous, I unashamedly opened my legs further, wanting, needing him to see just how wet I was for him.
“Holy shit, you smell so damn good,” he growled, the sound vibrating over my skin and making me tremble. I moaned in pure pleasure as his mouth met my center, Dakota wrapping his arms around my thighs to keep me in place as my hips bucked.
When he toyed with my clit, rolling over it with his tongue, I nearly climaxed. My clit pulsed and my center clenched, needing more. More, more, more. So much more. Then he slipped a finger inside of me, and I absolutely exploded.
“Such a good little wolf,” he praised, “coming on my mouth like that.”
I whimpered at his words, gripping his hair as he licked up my release, his finger continuing to push in and out of me. Then he added a second, like he was trying to stretch me out to prepare me for his massive size.
“I want more of you,” I whispered, my center clenching needily.
“I know what you want.” His voice roughly played against my ears. “You want my cock inside of you. You want my cum inside of you. Don’t you, Effie?”
“Yes,” I admitted breathlessly.
Without delay, he tugged down his pants with one hand and freed his erection.
I stared at the rigid length, loving how hard he was for me.
As he continued to pump his fingers into and out of me, I soaked his fingers, growing more and more wet.
I had no idea how he was going to fit inside of me, but I would do anything to make him fit. That was how badly I needed him.
“Don’t worry, little wolf, I’ll fit,” he growled, reading my mind. I moaned in protest as he pulled his fingers out of me, licking them clean, but when he ran the tip of his cock against my pussy, hitting my clit, I jolted at the electric surge of need that ran through me.
When the head of his cock pressed right at my entrance, I shivered with anticipation. I knew it would probably sting—after all, it hadn’t been that long since Tore was inside of me—but the pleasure would overtake all of that.
When Dakota began to push inside of me, my entire body tightened as I gasped at the intrusion. He inched his hips forward and groaned, capturing my lips as I let out a moan of his name.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Effie,” he rumbled, his words a bit slurred. “Fuck, little wolf, you feel so fucking good.”
“I feel so full,” I gasped, my nails gripping his muscular shoulders and probably breaking skin. “I love this—I love you.”
My words ignited a flame under his skin, and he let out a feral noise, pulling back before pushing all the way back in, hitting a place so deep inside of me that white-hot pricks of pleasure dotted my skin.
My fingers gripped the pillows above me as he started to pound in and out of me, causing my head to spin.
My legs were shaking, and I moaned as his fingers teased my clit, his thumb rolling the tight bundle of nerves.
“Tighten around me just like that, little wolf. Holy shit.”
“I’m going to come,” I breathed out, trembling and losing my voice on a cry of his name. I squeezed around his cock, and my body shuddered with relief as a small orgasm rolled over me, allowing me to further adjust to his size and take as much of him as possible.
“There you go,” he growled darkly. “You’re so wet, Effie. I want to get even deeper, though-will you let me do that, little wolf? Will you open up as much as possible so I can bury myself inside of you? Come deep inside of you?”
A primal wave rolled over my skin, demanding my mate come inside of me. To mark me fully so that we would be forever connected.
“Yes,” I nearly begged.
“Good girl.” He pulled back, a whimper leaving my lips as he took his cock away and flipped me onto my stomach with a gentle but firm movement.
I spread my legs for him immediately, and when he slid into my pussy again, I jolted forward, my eyes shutting as I moaned his name.
When his hand gripped the back of my neck, I pressed my butt back against him, and he started to pound in and out of me in hard, deep strokes, so much so that I began to see stars from the intensity of it.
I had no idea how he kept it up—the stamina the man exhibited was insane—but he was relentless, and the pleasure was turning my body into jelly.
With a growl of my name, his lips came to the back of my neck and he bit down hard.
A cry left my throat as satisfaction at our completed bond flooded everything.
The position was so primal that I couldn’t help but completely detonate, calling out his name as my eyes rolled back. His cock pulsed larger inside of me before—