I gasped when he ran his tongue over my nipple again.
“They say wolves like it from behind.”
I ran my fingers through his pale hair. “It’s animal instinct. Don’t judge me, but I like being on bottom. I love the weight of a man.”
With lightning speed, Atticus lifted me and flipped me onto the bed. I squealed with delight when he lowered himself on top. The giddy feeling melted with the volcanic heat of his body on mine.
“Like this?” He rocked his hips. “Is that what you like, my little wolf?”
A moan escaped my lips when he wedged his hand between my legs and stroked me until I was wet.
“I want to marry you,” he whispered, searching for something in my expression.
Confused, I flattened my arms on the bed. “We’re having a mating ceremony.”
“After that, I’m taking you to my second home for a honeymoon. But I want a ceremony according to my old customs.”
My brain could barely form a cohesive thought as his touch was so close to making me scream out his name. “Anything you want.”
Atticus kissed beneath my chin. “I could marry you a thousand times over.” He lifted my thigh, and when I felt the blunt head of his shaft against my core, I looked deep into his black eyes.
Butterflies twirled in my stomach at the invitation in his gaze—a connection that promised me a lifetime of devotion, passion, and love.
Atticus slowly pushed inside me and buried himself deep. “Mmm. You’re hot.”
“This is nothing. Just wait until I go through heat.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You would want me with you?”
I bent my knee and lifted my leg. “The sex will help me out of heat. People say it feels good.”
He rocked back and forth. “Better than this?”
I hooked my arms beneath his and gripped his back. When my teeth bit down on his flesh, he groaned.
I raised my other leg. “Faster.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Joy, I’ll come.”
“Please… Come.”
The headboard squeaked when he thrust slow and deep.
With a flushed face, he touched his nose to mine. “This time I want it to last.”
Was he serious? “We have all night.Faster.”
His sinuous movements made my nipples hard, and a tremor of anticipation rolled through me as I edged closer to my release. My wolf pushed beneath my skin, and the urge to shift intensified.
“Let’s slow it down,” he said, staring into my eyes. “It feels like your wolf is watching me.”
“She is. They like to play beneath our skin during the act. I won’t shift. Promise.” I moaned and arched my back, begging with my body and not with my words.
He cursed and pounded into me, my breasts rocking with every thrust.
