Chapter 40
brOOKE
Oh my gawd. I was delirious from the sex already, and my pussy was still empty.
I stared at my glorious wolf-man–his broad shoulders and barrel chest covered in soft curls. The six-pack that tapered down to his glory trail. He was mine. It was hard to comprehend how lucky I was. Maybe that’s why I pushed this away–it felt too good to be true.
I twirled a lock of hair between my fingers, propping myself up on one elbow. “Are you going to give it to me hard?”
He smirked, sliding off his boxers while I drank in the size of him. “I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your name, sugar.” With a quick snap, he ripped open a condom and sheathed his cock. Then he picked up my discarded stilettos from the end of the bed and slipped them back on my feet.
I laughed.
He climbed over me, and I reached for his shoulders to pull him down. Our lips met in a smoldering kiss, with his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
“I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you in nothing but these heels all week,” he said when he let me up for air.
My lips fell open on gasp. For a week, I kept thinking I’d seen him and thought it was my mind playing tricks on me.
My eyes widened, realizing I’d been right. “You have been watching me!”
He huffed. “Watching over you. Damn straight I have. You’re my mate. It’s my job to make sure you’re safe.”
“Okay, that’s a little creepy,” I said, but I was grinning from ear to ear.
Creepy… but amazing. I was no longer looking for red flags with this man.
I could trust my body’s response to him.
Trust my instincts. When I took a second and thought about us, there wasn’t anything but excitement and happiness.
They all told me what he’d known from the moment he met me: we were made for each other.
He pulled my ankles up to drape over his shoulders and rubbed the head of his cock over my entrance. My pussy was so wet and engorged from the two orgasms he’d already given me, that it instantly opened for him.
Roy shoved in deep in one hard thrust. I arched my back and moaned.
He filled me to the hilt and stayed there, his eyelids drooping in pleasure. “Mmm. Right where I belong.”
Yes. God, yes.
His palms gripped the front of my thighs, holding my hips off the bed. I closed my hands around his wrists, tugging to urge him into motion.
“What’s wrong, sugar?” His teasing grin sent butterflies flapping in my belly. Excitement flooded through me.
Mine. This man was all mine.
He arched a brow and grinned. “Not rough enough for you yet?”
I shook my head drinking in his satisfied smirk.
He dropped forward, leaning on one hand, so I was folded into a jackknife position. It was a really good thing I did a lot of yoga.
Then he started to pound.
Oh. God. The angle made him so deep–or rather made me so shallow–but I could feel him bottoming out with every stroke. The intensity had me crying out.
“You like it?” Roy’s eyes glow green. “You like it hard?”
I was already panting, frantic for him to go on, frantic to come. The fancy mattress bounced with the force of his thrusts, our bodies crashing into it and springing away.
“Yes! Oh God. Please!” I needed him so badly. I needed this. I wanted him to claim me again and again. For us to consummate our mating in every way and position possible.
“Not yet.” Roy’s voice took on that dominant tone he used that got me so excited.
I lifted my eyes to his, looking for instructions.
“Open wide for me now.”
I dropped my ankles open into a wide straddle, and he fucked me in that position, my legs jerking and jiggling with each hard thrust.
He licked the pad of his thumb. “Don’t come,” he shook his head slowly as he brought his moist thumb to my clit.
Oh God. How would I not come? It would be impossible. Sure enough, the moment he touched me in my most sensitive place, my body spasmed in climax.
Roy just chuckled and shook his head. “Bad girl. Now I’m going to have my way with you.”
As if he wasn’t already having his way with me.
I bucked again and again, shivers, running down my legs as he wrung the pleasure out of me. Then he pulled out, lifted one of my ankles and folded it to the side, bending my knees up so I was in a twisted pretzel position. He entered me again, and I gasped.
I’d never had it this way before. I felt powerless, yet in control, because Roy wanted me. Needed me.
On and on, his wolf dominated me, shifting me from position to position like his fuck doll. I lost count of the orgasms I had before he came with an inhuman growl, his eyes shining with the forest.
We collapsed in a heap in the torn apart bed, our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. I curled up in his arms as I tried to catch my breath, my hand resting over his heart.
“I love you,” I said. I wasn’t scared of the power of those words. I meant them. I felt them, and I wasn’t afraid.
A growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, Brooke. I love you more than I will ever be able to say.”
I smiled, contentment washing through me, emitting from every pore. “You don’t have to say. You’ve shown me in every way possible.”
He had. It only took me a little longer to catch up. I was right there with him now, and I wouldn’t let anything get in our way. Not even myself.