Chapter 2 #3
Aeolus kissed her with a ferocity that stole her breath, his hands sliding up her body to tangle in her hair.
Candy melted against him, desire blazing through her veins as his tongue stroked hers in a heated duel.
She arched into him, desperate for his touch, his heat searing her from the inside out.
With a low growl, Aeolus broke the kiss and trailed searing paths along her jaw and down her neck with his lips and tongue.
His large hands roamed over her back, her waist, committing every curve to memory as if she might vanish at any moment.
Candy gasped and writhed against him, overcome by the onslaught of sensation.
“Aeolus…please…” she panted, nails raking through his hair. He ground his hips against her in response, the hard ridge of his desire pressing into her core, and she cried out.
“Mine,” he growled against her throat, his voice deepening with the rumble of his wolf. “My mate.”
With one fluid motion, he lifted her, strong hands gripping her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Candy clung to his broad shoulders, her head falling back as he carried her to the bed, his mouth never leaving her skin.
The scent of pine and earth and wild things filled her nostrils, uniquely his, intoxicating her senses.
Aeolus laid her on the sheets with surprising gentleness that contrasted with the barely restrained power rippling beneath his skin. His eyes flashed golden in the dim light, pupils dilated with hunger as he stood over her, drinking in the sight of her splayed across his bed.
“Too many clothes,” he rumbled, hooking his fingers into the hem of her shirt and dragging it upward. The fabric tore with a satisfying rip, and Candy gasped at the display of raw strength.
“I loved that shirt,” she protested weakly, though heat pooled between her thighs at his primal display.
A dangerous smile curved his lips. “I’ll buy you a hundred more.” His gaze raked over her exposed skin, her lace-covered breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath. “But nothing could be as beautiful as what’s underneath.”
His hands worked quickly, stripping away the remaining barriers between them until she lay naked before him, her skin flushed with desire. Candy reached for him, impatient, but Aeolus caught her wrists in one large hand, pinning them above her head.
“Not yet, little mate,” he murmured, his free hand tracing a path from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
He lowered his head, taking one peaked nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before sucking hard. Candy arched off the bed with a cry, pleasure shooting straight to her core. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, the edge of pain heightening her arousal.
“Aeolus,” she moaned, struggling against his grip, desperate to touch him. “Please.”
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while his hand slid down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. When his fingers found her slick heat, they both groaned.
“So wet for me,” he said, voice rough with need as he stroked through her folds. “So ready.”
He released her wrists to slide down her body, settling between her thighs. His shoulders pushed her legs wider, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. The vulnerability of it made her tremble, but the reverence in his eyes chased away any shyness.
The first stroke of his tongue against her center had her crying out, fingers clutching the sheets. Aeolus devoured her with
single-minded focus, his tongue circling her sensitive bundle of nerves before plunging inside her. Candy’s hips bucked wildly, but his strong hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place for his onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, one hand flying to tangle in his dark hair. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. His fingers joined his mouth, two thick digits sliding inside her, curling to find that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Her inner walls clenched around him as tension coiled tighter in her belly.
“That’s it,” Aeolus growled against her flesh, his breath hot against her sensitized skin. “Let go for me, Candy.”
His words pushed her over the edge. She shattered with a keening cry, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Aeolus didn’t relent, drawing out her climax until she was trembling and incoherent, tears of ecstasy gathering at the corners of her eyes.
Before she could recover, he was moving up her body, his massive frame caging her. He’d shed his clothes while pleasuring her, and now his naked skin pressed against hers, hot and unyielding. The rigid length of him nudged against her entrance, thick and intimidating.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and Candy’s eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. The wolf was close to the surface now, his eyes burning gold in the dim light. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she breathed, reaching up to cup his face. “I’m yours, Aeolus. Only yours.”
With a guttural sound that was more wolf than man, he surged forward, claiming her in one powerful thrust. Candy cried out at the delicious stretch, her body struggling to accommodate his size. He stilled, muscles trembling with the effort of restraint, allowing her to adjust.
“So tight,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers. “So perfect.”
When her hips shifted restlessly beneath him, he began to move, setting a rhythm that was measured but relentless. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure radiating outward from where they were joined. Candy wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle so he drove even deeper.
“Harder,” she urged, nails digging into the corded muscles of his back. “I won’t break.”
Something primal flashed in his eyes. “No,” he agreed, voice dropping to a dangerous register. “But you will surrender.”
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her with enough force to slide the bed frame against the wall. Candy’s vision went white at the edges as he established a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing her higher up the bed.
Her second orgasm caught her by surprise, tearing through her with an intensity that left her sobbing his name, clinging to him as if he were her only anchor in a storm of sensation.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice strained as he fought his own release. “Take all of me.”