“I’m going to make you come apart,” he murmurs. “Right here. Against this tree.”
He pushes my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside as his mouth trails down my throat to my collarbone, then lower. When his lips close around my nipple, I gasp, my fingers diving into his hair.
“Gods,” I breathe, arching into him.
His tongue swirls, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper. He lavishes attention on one breast, then the other, his hands never stopping their exploration of my body. Every touch is possessive, demanding.
I feel him undoing my trousers, and they land on the ground before I can register what is happening. Kieran’s fingers are thick as he shoves two of them inside me. My head falls back against the tree. Feeling his fingers inside my wet pussy makes me moan loudly. He knows exactly how to curl them, which spots to hit to have me gasping his name like a mantra, my hips grinding down on his hand helplessly.
He chuckles darkly. “Do you like that, little wolf?”
I realize he’s not moving his fingers anymore. I’m fucking myself on his hand. My hands grip his shoulders as my eyes meet his. His gaze holds a ravenous hunger as if he wants nothing more than to devour me. A whine slips out of me; I try to cover my mouth, but he pulls my hand away, forcing it back to his shoulder.
“Nobody can hear you out here. I’ve put up a barrier. I want my name on your lips, Daciana.”
His fingers twist inside me with these words, and I scream, shattering all over his hand.
“My beautiful girl,” he whispers against my neck as he pulls out his fingers.
He circles my neck with one hand and offers me his coated fingers with the other. My lips part, and I lick myself off those fingers, holding his gaze. He lets out a shuddering breath.
My legs are trembling, and when he removes his fingers from my mouth, a different kind of hunger takes over me.
I push against his chest hard enough that he steps back, surprise glinting across his face. Before he can react, I drop to my knees.
“Daciana.” His voice holds a warning. “Get up.”
“No.” I look up at him as my hands reach for his belt. “My turn.”
I’m naked in the woods while my mate is fully clothed. Unfastening his pants despite his protests, I reveal him in his full glory: thick, hard, and veiny. My fingers can only just wrap around the girth of him, and the idea that he forces this monster inside me has me whimpering. I lick the tip of his head, and he groans, his hand bunching in my hair. He tastes salty and sweaty, but I don’t care. I take him into my mouth, and he doesn’t move, letting me have my fun.
But I know it won’t last long. It certainly didn’t last night.
I lick and suck, but I can’t take him completely into my mouth. He’s too big. The hand he has in my hair tightens, and I ready myself for what’s about to come. It starts with soft, shallow thrusts, and I relax my throat.
“Daciana,” he mumbles my name, his voice strained. I look up at him, and he says, hoarsely, “Keep looking at me as I use your mouth.”
My pussy tightens at his vulgar words. He doesn’t normally use foul language, but in bed, when it’s just us, he says thingsthat I would slap any other man for. And I like it. I like being subservient to him like this.
He begins to move faster, and I relax completely, my hands moving to his hips. These are not gentle thrusts anymore. He’s doing exactly what he said: using my mouth. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, and for a moment, I can’t breathe as he holds himself there. His hands grip my head and move it exactly how he pleases.
My pussy is dripping on the forest floor. Keiran is watching me, and as he fucks my mouth, he groans, a harsh guttural sound that goes straight to my core. I can feel myself on the edge.
His own control is fracturing as his cock moves faster, chasing his pleasure—and then, I feel him stiffen. Kieran’s breathing is ragged as he looks down at me. Before I know what’s happening he yanks me up by my hair, spins me around, and slams me against the tree with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. All pretense of control is gone now. This is the wolf unleashed—and he’s not happy about being challenged.
Kieran’s hand wraps around my throat from behind, not choking but controlling, tilting my head back against his shoulder. His eyes when I meet them are molten silver, promising exactly what’s coming.
“Yes,” I breathe, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. “Please—”
His cock pushes into me, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan. And then, he’s moving. Hard and fast, his pace is punishing. He’s holding nothing back, and I know I won’t be able to walk straight after this. He completely unleashes now—rough, passionate, making me pay for challenging his dominance. I can feel the tree bark cutting into my hands, but I’m past the point of caring. His fat cock is scraping my insides raw, and I moan over and over again with each thrust. His name falls from my lips like a prayer. I can’t remember anything else, just the nameof the man who is utterly destroying me right now. Kieran bites down on my shoulder, and my back arches as I orgasm once again. I cry out as pleasure crashes through me, intense and devastating. Kieran follows moments later with a loud groan, his arms banding around me to keep us both upright.
For what seems like a long time, we just breathe. His forehead rests between my shoulder blades, his chest heaving against my lower back.
When he finally pulls away, my legs nearly give out. His hands steady me immediately, turning me to face him. There’s a satisfied gleam in his eyes, an almost predatory smile on his face.
“That was—” I start, but my voice is too shaky to continue.
“Necessary,” he finishes as his thumb lightly traces my swollen bottom lip.
