Chapter 11
SOPHIE
Naked. She was naked in bed with a gorgeous wolf shifter, one who’d just poured his heart out and asked for a chance to woo her. And hopefully, to give her the orgasm she’d been longing for ever since they jumped on each other in his private dining room.
She was far too invested in finding out what being Torin’s mate meant to pass up this opportunity.
Plus, there was no way in the world she’d ever get the kind of pledge he’d offered her from any other potential partner.
Her friend Eloise said shifters were passionate and locked in when they found their mates.
With the way he was looking at her, she suspected she was about to find out just how all that shifter focus felt.
The curl of flame in her belly burst into a conflagration that heated her entire body.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she said, repeating his word. “I’ll give you a chance, but you’d better put those words into action, Mr. Wolf. ‘Cause what I’m hearing is a lot of talk and not enough of you making me come.” With a wicked grin, she rubbed a foot over the curve of his ass.
Returning her grin, he nipped the delicate skin of her inner thigh before draping her leg over his shoulder. Her breath caught as he cupped her backside and licked her pussy, his tongue slipping between her folds.
“Torin,” she gasped, her back bowing as he flattened his tongue against her clit, the steady glide of it over the sensitive bud sending sparks shooting along her spine.
“Utterly delicious,” he groaned, tightening his grip on her ass.
He slid a thick finger into her pussy, slowly stroking it in and out as he sucked on her clit.
Pressure built inside her, a steady tension pulling her nerves tight until she exploded, the stomach-clenching orgasm rushing through her body like a raging river.
She cried out, her inner muscles contracting around his finger, her heel digging into his back.
Giving her a preening smirk, he kissed his way over the soft curve of her belly, the scruff on his jawline rasping against her sensitive skin.
“That’s one,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
“Let’s see if we can’t do better than that, shall we?
” A hand skated up her side as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the areola, his sharp teeth gently rasping over the responsive peak.
Sparks shot straight to her clit. She let out a needy little moan, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck, Torin.” She gave his hair a tug. “I need you in me.”
But he refused to be rushed, pausing to give the same careful attention to her other breast. He stroked her hip as he shifted and settled himself more firmly between her legs, his erection teasing her entrance.
But she wanted more than teasing, and she wanted it now.
Releasing her grip on his hair, she traced her fingers over the hard planes of his abdomen to his cock.
He caught her hand, trapping it against the mattress. “And what do you think you’re doing, love?”
“Moving things along.” She wiggled her hips, the tempting hardness of his cock nearly within her reach.
“Done with the foreplay, are you?”
She nodded and licked her lips. Her body was taut as a bowstring, and if he didn’t do something about it quickly, she’d be forced to take matters into her own hands.
“But I’m not.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot on her skin.
“I want to taste every inch of you, to run my hands over your silky skin, and to watch desire glaze your eyes. I want to hear more of those delightful needy sounds when I suck on your breasts and lick your clit.” He kissed her chin and caught her bottom lip in his sharp teeth.
Bracing himself on the mattress, he slid his length over her pussy, taunting her.
“You are such an asshole,” she said in a broken whisper, her body aflame, every nerve primed. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him closer.
His husky laugh made her shiver. “So I’ve been told.” The tip of his cock slipped into her, the sweetest torment. “Is this what you want, love?”
She nodded, digging her short nails into the flexing muscles of his upper arms. “I do.”
“Say please.”
“Please.” It came out as a hiccuping whine, but she didn’t care. She needed him. Now.
Slowly, he eased into her, inch by hard inch until she couldn’t take it anymore. She bucked her hips, taking all of him, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“Jaysus fuck,” he growled into her ear, a hand wrapped around her nape. “You are the perfect fit, Sophie love.” And then he began to move, pulling nearly all the way out only to slam back into her, torquing his hips so the head of his cock hit that perfect spot deep within her.
She moved to meet his every thrust, her muscles contracting around his length, sparking shocks popping along her spine.
The tension built until she couldn’t take it anymore and, with a cry, she exploded.
The most mind-shattering orgasm she’d ever experienced crashed over her.
Sinking her teeth into the tendon at his neck, she held on as he pumped into her faster and harder, his pelvis pounding against hers until he joined her with a shout.
For a moment, they lay there, basking in the glow, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
Aftershocks zinged through her body as she stroked his soft hair.
She still couldn’t believe she was here, in his bed.
It was like an unexpected dream, one she didn’t think she wanted to wake up from.
This felt right somehow. Yes, he’d declared her his mate, but she didn’t have an inner beast to tell her that he was meant to be hers.
And, because of her past history of shitty relationships and then this thing with the stalker, she was struggling to trust her instincts, even though they were telling her loud and clear this was real.
True love was within her grasp, and she’d be an utter fool to let it pass her by.
Besides, the man had just given her the most amazing orgasm and, if she were being honest with herself, she liked Torin.
Sure, they’d gotten off to a rocky start.
He was the silent, grumpy type who was on the bossy side.
However, the electric attraction between them was not to be denied and when he did speak, he had a way of making her feel like she was his entire focus.
You know what? Fuck it. I’m in, she thought, admiring the way his back muscles tapered down to the curve of his nice ass. I’m going to give this mate thing a shot. What have I got to lose?
He lifted his head and gave her a pride-filled grin. “I’d say that second orgasm was a winner.”
She snorted out a laugh at his not-so-subtle attempt to wring a compliment out of her. “Not too bad, if I do say so myself.” She rasped her nails against his scalp.
“‘Not bad’, she says.” He harrumphed. “That’s like rating me three stars out of five.”
“Maybe I think you can do better,” she said with a sly grin. “I’m not sure you were giving it your all back there.”
“Not giving it my all? My ears are still ringing from your screams of ecstasy.” Grabbing her hips, he rolled them over so she was on top. “I’d like to see you do better.”
She flipped her hair so it fell to one side and trailed her finger down his chest. “Would you now,” she purred.