She slowed the up and down movement, then drew back. He seemed to understand since he let his hand slide away as well.
She sat back on her heels and looked at him. Her whole body felt as though it was alive only to him and for him. Nothing else existed.
She’d never been with a Five Bridges man before. Everything about being with Braden was new and strange yet completely exhilarating.
He leaned up on his elbow. “Have you ever been with a wolf?”
She shook her head. Her gaze once more made a slow journey over his shoulders, his chest, then back to his intense green eyes.
“Are you scared, though I’m not smelling fear right now.”
“I’m not afraid. I’m the opposite. I want this. I can’t make promises about the future, but I want this. Whatever you do, Braden, don’t hold back.”
He smiled a slow smile then the bed became a sudden whirlwind as he levitated and spun in the air. He slipped behind her during the same split-second, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to all fours.
She gasped and grunted. He’d put her in a wolf position and everything in her body tensed and trembled. Yet still not with fear.
She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to be with him, ached for him, in this exact way. She could only suppose it was that alpha-mate thing again.
He drew up behind her. He rubbed his thick stalk up and down her sex then teased her by placing the head just inside then pulling out.
She groaned and her hips arched. “Stop that. You know what I need.”
He had hold of her hips and finally gave her what she wanted. He was big, but he glided right in. He might have muttered a few euphoric obscenities as well. She heard a whole string of ‘F-f-f-f-f-f-f’, if not the rest of the word.
“Ditto,” she murmured.
As he began to thrust, that exquisite push-pull of sex, for a long moment, she couldn’t think. She couldn’t form even one coherent thought. She was all about the sensation as well as taking in his erotic Madagascar scent.
When her brain righted itself a little, she realized once more just how much she’d missed the physical connection of sex. Maybe this wasn’t making love like the tender, heartfelt times she’d known during her married life. But it was amazing.
She tilted her head up then arched her back. He pummeled her harder. “Braden.” Her voice sounded hoarse, like she was shouting into a strong wind. She wanted to say more, to tell him how good it felt, but no other words followed.
When his hips slowed, she felt him slowly lean over her back. He growled then drifted the back of his hand along her cheek.
His scent was really strong. She twisted enough to look at his hand. He was showing fur now which heightened his smell.
She drew back and balanced herself on one arm. She caught his fingers, turning them so she could see the fur. It was black with silver streaks and so beautiful. She buried her nose in it and in response her sex clenched around his thick stalk.
He groaned and huffed at the back of her neck. He licked her nape over and over. He dragged his wolf’s teeth across her skin.
She let go of his hand and once more steadied herself on all fours. She was panting hard now, knowing what was to come. “Do it, Braden. Please.” Yes, she was begging. She needed his bite.
He pushed his cock in as deep as he could get it, bent over her fully and gripped her neck with his powerful jaw. He bit down so she could feel his wolf fangs.
She couldn’t breathe as he began to thrust. Tears flowed from her eyes. The sensation of being controlled with his shifter maw drove her toward ecstasy.
He slammed against her now and ground his teeth hard, just short of breaking skin. She never imagined she’d love anything so much as the feel of his teeth sunk deep. The sensation pulled on her sex and intensified the feel of his cock plunging in and out of her.
He could kill her if he wanted to.
He’d put her in a vulnerable position and his teeth were sharp enough.
Yet somehow, maybe because of her basic trust in him, all she felt was pleasure rising swiftly. She began to cry out. He bit down a little harder and though it seemed impossible, he thrust faster.
The orgasm was on her like a hurricane, rushing through her, flooding her sex with pleasure and yet driving like an unstoppable force up through her abdomen.
She cried out over and over as the orgasm rolled. It kept hitting her, just like the strength of his thrusts, and giving her one powerful wave of pleasure after another.
