It wasn’t enough.
I still wanted him.
My mind was hazy with need as I tangled my fingers in the bun he’d tied at the top of his head and pulled him toward me.
“You want my cock?” His low, growly voice affected me more than anyone else’s touch ever had.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He sat me up long enough to pull my shirt over my head. My bra went with it.
I tugged on his tee, and it disappeared even faster than mine. His pants and boxer briefs went the same way.
Our eyes were locked together as he lined his cock up with my opening. We looked down at the same time, and both of our chests rumbled at the sight of us.
Connor dragged the swollen head of his erection over my center, coating the tip with slickness. “You ready, Gorgeous?”
“Very.”
He thrust forward slowly, and my lips parted at the hot stretch of his cock filling me.
My head tipped back.
My fingers tangled in the blankets, holding on for dear life.
“Zoe?” His voice was strained when he finally bottomed out inside me.
“Yeah?” I was panting. Definitely panting.
“Are you okay?”
“Way better than okay.”
A savage groan escaped him. “You feel fucking incredible. I can’t believe you fit me this well.”
My toes curled, and my hips arched of their own volition. He growled, and I cried out.
When he moved his hips, I lost control.
It was too much.
It waseverything.
A scream of pleasure tore through my lungs, and the most intense climax of my life had me rocking and shaking and arching.
Connor snarled and fucked me hard, dragging my pleasure out for what felt like ages as he came too.
We groaned together as he rolled us over so I was resting on top of him. His cock was still buried inside me, but neither of us was in a hurry to change that.
I pressed my forehead to his neck. He held me close, stroking the scar on my hip lightly. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content. Or so… loved.
“Is this what it’s like to be a wolf?” I asked him lightly.
He chuckled. “I hope so.”
“I—oh, shit.” I choked on a curse as my back arched again, for an entirely different reason.
My wolf was shifting.
