Chapter 23 #2
The fact my pussy was wet, slickening my inner thighs as the stripes of heat crisscrossed my ass was something that I couldn’t ignore. Apparently, I craved a little pain with my pleasure.
He brought the switch down at least six more times before tossing it aside. His breathing was so heavy I almost feared the man was having a medical emergency.
With me held under one arm, he rose to his feet, gently easing me onto all fours so I had the log to prop my hands on. I sucked in and held my breath as he positioned himself behind me.
There were no words needed, no playful statements that hadn’t already been made. Besides, with his heavy breathing, I could tell he was in a different zone. He’d allowed his wolf out to enjoy the passion. If only in spirit.
The thought was wicked, presenting another round of shivers all the way to the bone.
I took gasping breaths as he rolled his fingers down my spine, taking his time to slide them across every vertebra.
With every touch whether light or rough, tiny quivers kept my attention.
I glanced over my shoulder, able to study the intensity on his face.
He was constrained, perhaps having a difficult time with our connection.
It was different.
There was no denying the spark from before had shifted into something so enamoring that other than doing so playfully, I could never walk away from him.
Perhaps that’s what he’d meant by mating.
Neither one of us could get enough.
With a brutal crack of his hand on my ass, I was reminded the sexy hockey player was also a little too dominating for his own good.
“Ouch.”
He winked as if this was all in good fun, but his twisted lips told a different story. So did his huge, throbbing cock. I could swear his shaft was much larger than before, but perhaps my own strangled hunger was getting in the way.
Whatever the case, I was at the point of losing control over my breathing when his fingers eased the sting from my bottom and then found my pussy.
I jutted my hips, famished for his touch.
He didn’t disappoint me, driving them deep inside.
When he flexed them open, pumping several times, I was lost in the heated moment.
We were in the forest in the middle of the day. There could be anyone watching us. I cinched my eyes shut as if I could drive them away with my mind.
I rocked into his hand, whimpering softly as I did. He took his time, but with every ragged breath forming heat across my lower back, I could tell he was about to lose his mind as well.
Maybe thirty seconds later, he stopped what he was doing, gripping my hip with one hand while tormenting me with the tip of his cock.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” I laughed after asking the question, the sound even more demanding than my usual self.
“Patience, my dear.”
“You’re right. I have none. But neither do you.”
His chuckle was also different, a sound as if a promise of things to come.
Thank God I didn’t need to wait but for so long.
He finally pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.
As if to prove he was right and I was completely impatient, I pushed back against him, forcing his cock in by a couple more inches.
Another crack of his hand was a reminder I wasn’t in charge. I could picture him pointing at me, a quick reminder that he’d claimed me. We’d have that argument later.
For now, I was content with him taking complete charge of me. He proved his worth by pushing in his dick an inch at a time, stretching my muscles to the point I threw my head back, offering the birds and anyone else paying attention a song of pure ecstasy.
He chuckled from behind me, thrusting the remainder inside.
“Holy shit.” I dropped my head while at the same time clawing the log.
He certainly didn’t waste any time, pulling out and thrusting in again. And again.
Until his actions became rougher and I was completely out of breath. Forget the heat from before or the shots of current that had turned me into some wanton beast. I kept clawing at the log, pushing back against him as the connection between us built to a delicious precipice.
While he kept one hand on my hip, digging his fingers into my skin, he used the other to collect my hair. Since when did long hair become a leash or reins used as if the man was riding a horse? That’s right. We brought out the animal in each other.
The thought had me thrusting backward, adoring the sound of his skin slapping against mine. It was all very primal, including the beads of sweat that were dripping from his face onto my back. I concentrated on the tiny prickles of heat from them as his actions became even more savage.
Panting, I could barely hold myself together, fighting carnal urges like longing to have his big, fat cock in my mouth, sucking until he coated my throat with his cum.
Somehow, I had a feeling that wouldn’t be allowed. At least not until he had his fill.
And he was enjoying finding a way of satisfying his needs. Yes, the sensations rocking me were different because he was unlike the happy go lucky aw-shucks man-whore I’d met the first day. This man was serious in his devotion to giving and receiving pleasure.
So much so that in thinking the idea, it was as if he read my mind, slowing his actions to entice an orgasm. I was confounded by the volume of electricity shooting through me as well as how much I craved having more. Rougher. Harder. Faster.
With every stroke of his cock, it felt as if I was losing control of myself.
There were sparks of light floating in front of my eyes, all vivid in color.
I could hear every cawing bird, every creepy-crawly in the forest. The taste of him from the kiss was also stronger even though my lips were dry and in need of another sip from his mouth.
When he picked up some speed again, my body responded with another jolt of current rushing down my extremities.
“Oh, shit. I’m going to…”
“Come for me, my mate. Come.”
Mate. Mate… He’d need to fully explain what the hell he meant, but I was too far gone in the throes of passion to ask him a damn thing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” As the climax roared through me, I stopped moving altogether. I couldn’t breathe from the intensity, pleasure so blissful. A smile crossed my face that would scare me if I looked into a mirror.
The entire time there was a low rumble behind me, a dark and evocative growl that would forever haunt someone else. But for me? A powerful aphrodisiac.
His actions picked up in intensity, the force driving me into the log.
And I didn’t care. Using my hands, I pushed back against him, marveling at the way his cock was swelling even more.
My muscles ached, but in the best way and the vibrations rocketing through me kept me on the plateau where bliss turned into sheer ecstasy.
With every stroke, I offered one strangled moan after another. Until I could sense he was ready to erupt deep inside.
Yet he didn’t.
He slowed his actions once again while his dick seemed to take a different shape.
How was that possible? As I panted and clawed the bark, he let off an intense howl.
The frenzy was insane, pushing us both. I did everything to meet the brutal thrusts until I was sweating all over, close to barking like a dog.
My pulse increased, beads of perspiration licking my face.
The pressure was intense, the ache furrowing deep inside my pussy, but I loved the vibrations.
The swelling continued, until I remembered reading about canines and how they mated. They knotted their partners. Whoa. Was that what he was doing? Was he…
That was crazy. Or was it?
Harder. Faster. Completely unfocused, I was pushed beyond comprehending anything and when he finally stopped moving, I felt the ragged pulsing sensations inside my pussy change just as he released deep inside.
The moment was staggering, leaving me breathless and moaning.
Yet when he wrapped his body around mine, his cock still throbbing, still hard as a rock, I had a feeling this was only the beginning.
Of what, only time would tell.