Chapter Six #4
She hugged his shoulders tightly as he bit the inside of her left breast, then her right, and brushed his jaw against her skin there again.
Oh, she knew what he was doing. Vic was a man controlled by his instincts.
He was going to put his scent all over her tonight.
It would be the only thing that would settle his wolf after he’d seen Cian on her.
She loved it.
Lyric wanted to smell like Vic.
The way he moved against her turned her on. It was like a dance, and for once, she felt like she knew what she was doing. He gripped her back, massaging with his strong hands, their bodies crashing against each other.
Lyric reached between them and unfastened her jeans. Getting out of them wasn’t graceful in such a small space, but Vic didn’t seem to care. His hands were so capable as he helped her and then pulled her down onto his lap again.
Her wet sex rested on top of his thick cock, and she gasped as he eased backward far enough to rest the swollen head of it at her entrance. She was soaking already, and so ready for him.
His lips found her throat, and she could feel his teeth graze her skin there with every rough kiss.
She was lost in the moment, hands exploring his taut body.
His pecs, his abs, his broad shoulders. His muscular neck.
She cupped his throat and leaned in, bit him on his neck.
The moan that escaped him was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
Oh, she understood now. She understood how he wanted her to make noise to let him know what she liked.
They were learning each other’s bodies. He’d just told her he didn’t mind her teeth on him either.
She rolled against him again, and his grip on her waist was getting firmer. He pushed her upward and teased her entrance with shallow thrusts as the head of his cock pushed into her slightly.
“You want it?” he murmured.
“Please,” she whispered desperately.
Vic’s hands were steel on her hips as he pulled her down, and pushed his cock into her. The way he rocked into her was so smooth, and he hit her just right. Three more thrusts and she was already close. Wait, this was happening too fast. “Vic?”
“I’ve got you.”
“Vic?” she panted louder.
“Give it to me,” he gritted out.
Her body gripped him in hard, fast pulses of orgasm that had her throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
His lips were on her neck again as he plunged into her, dragging out her release.
On and on he pumped into her until every last throb was finished, but immediately the pressure started building again.
“Vic,” she said on a breath.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, you’re fun,” he gritted out.
“Again,” he demanded and her body obeyed.
A second release consumed her like fire, and she lost her mind completely.
Nothing existed outside of the cab of this truck.
Outside of the safety of his arms. The world disappeared, and now it was just her and him in this emptiness.
He slid deeply into her, stayed deep, pushed into her shallowly to maintain pressure on her clit. He bumped her there over and over, smooth, fast…She wasn’t done with her orgasm before it started feeling good again.
“What is happening?” she whispered in a shaking voice.
Vic’s eyes were glowing bright gold, and he had the cockiest smile on his lips. He grabbed her throat and drew next to her ear. “Ride it,” he gritted out.
She rocked over him harder. Lyric grabbed the head rest behind him to balance and kept it smooth as she could see the tension in his muscles build. It felt good and he was losing control. The third orgasm was fast and hard, and she cried out, digging her nails into the leather of his headrest.
Vic gritted out a curse and grabbed her hips, ground her onto his dick hard and fast…faster…faster. He kept her tight on him and she was there. She was there! She was there again. “Vic! Fuck me!” she shrieked.
A groan escaped him and he pumped into her deeply as her body broke over his again.
His dick throbbed, and this was it. This was it!
This release was different than the others.
Oh God, it was so sexy feeling him lose control inside of her.
Her release met his as they throbbed and moved together, dragging out the pleasure.
Her body was twitching by the end. She was panting, and had her eyes closed, but Vic cupped her chin. “Look at me,” he said gruffly.
She gripped his shoulders and rode him slower as she opened her eyes. Vic had his head resting back, chin high, looking down his nose at her. His smile was wolflike as his dick pulsed gently inside of her with the last of his release.
He didn’t take his eyes off her. He wanted this moment, that much was clear. She stayed in it, looking right back at him as she rode him slowly.
“Good girl,” he rumbled, easing her off his dick.
She thought he would help her back into her seat, but he pulled her close instead and slid his hand between her legs. She was slick with his cum as he pushed two fingers into her. “One more, pretty girl. You can give me one more.”
Oh fuck. She inhaled sharply as his pace started building pressure inside of her again. She pressed her chest against him, rocked against his touch with shaking breath, hugging his shoulders tightly.
His other hand slid to her ass and grabbed her as he pushed his fingers into her. He pressed his palm against her sex as she rolled against his touch, and it was hitting her perfectly again. Oh, he knew what he was doing with her body.
“I can tell you’re going to give me another one,” he murmured against her ear, then bit her gently there. “I can feel it building again.”
Lyric dropped her head against his shoulder and whimpered at how good it felt.
“Come on, Lyric. Give it to me.”
Her body shuddered and gripped his fingers in an intense orgasm that rocketed through her body.
And that man drew out every pulse of pleasure.
He adjusted the pace of his fingers until there was nothing left in her.
Slowly, he slid his fingers out of her and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tighter than anyone had ever hugged her in her life.
Lyric felt drunk on him.
She closed her eyes and buried her face against the side of his neck. She loved the way he smelled.
“Do you even understand how sexy you are?” he said softly in the dark.
A smile took her face, and she hugged his shoulders tighter.
He’d quieted every little whisper in her head that told her she wasn’t enough. Wasn’t pretty enough. Wasn’t valuable enough.
Stay out of line.
She’d just given herself to a Rogue, and she had no regrets. No regrets at all. She wanted him again. And again. And again.
Her wolf was quiet inside of her—sated…happy.
No, Vic didn’t have to worry about her dragging ghosts of anyone else into their relationship, or torturing him with her past.
Hang the past.
The present with him was much more important.