She gasped and arched her back against the ground, closing her eyes. She was lost in the waves he created. Dodger created their own world where no one else existed. It was just themhere, and no one could touch them, no one could harm them, no worries existed.
There was only Dodger and his capable hands, and the pace he set as he thrust into her over and over.
Her orgasm came on fast, and she cried out as her body convulsed with pleasure.
She opened her eyes and his arms were locked on either side of her, tensed, flexed. He looked like a demigod—strong, battle-scarred, perfect. His six pack was flexing with every stroke he drove into her. For the rest of her life, she would never forget what he looked like right now. This didn’t happen to girls like her. Men like this didn’t really exist.
Yet here he was, dragging another build-up from her middle, and telling her she was a good girl.
Her stomach dipped as he flipped them. She inhaled sharply as he turned her and settled her over his cock. She didn’t understand how he was strong enough to lift her like this. He was lying with his back on the floor now, and she was facing away from him, riding him. Disoriented, she rested her hands on his powerful legs and arched her back.
A low rumble emanated through him and his hands gripped her ass, and then her hips as he pulled her back onto him harder and harder.
“Fuck,” he gritted out.
The pressure was building fast inside of her, and she panted out his name.
She dared a look over her shoulder and wished she had a picture of him just as he was, right now, in this moment. His hands were gripping her hips, his arm muscles flexed, six-pack chiseled, his teeth gritted, his eyes glowing with hunger. He stayed deep now and rocked her hips forward faster, faster.
He uttered a guttural, sexy sound just as her release pounded through her. His cock throbbed deep inside of her,and she closed her eyes in ecstasy as her body exploded with pleasure.
With his hips guiding her pace, he dragged every throb of release from both of them, and after they were done, she sagged on locked arms, her hands gripping his thighs.
What had just happened to her body? She barely knew her name right now.
Dodger’s touch on her hips gentled as he pulled her down and onto her side, careful to stay lodged deeply inside of her. Good. She didn’t want to break that connection to him yet either.
He wrapped himself around her, his embrace strong and comforting. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and dragged his knees up to the backs of hers, curling around her protectively.
He was so much bigger than her, and stronger.
Destiny was safe.
No matter the reasons for Dodger’s earlier distance, none of that mattered now.
He’d asked for everything from her, and in this moment, she knew it to be true.
Everything she was belonged to him.
Chapter Seventeen
“Destiny.”
Destiny frowned and stretched. “Hmm?”
“Wake up.”
She pushed up onto her locked arm in Dodger’s bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing in the world. I want to show you something.”
“Mmm, okay,” she said, reaching for the button of his jeans.
He chuckled and she hesitated. “Wait, why are you dressed?” Last she remembered, he’d been curled around her in bed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. “What time is it?” She poked the screen of her phone on the bedside table. It was six in the morning, and through the window, it still looked pitch dark outside. “Is everything okay?”
His eyes were soft in the glow from the hallway light. “Get dressed in your warm clothes.”
A trill of excitement woke her up even more. It was the wolf. She was going to get to meet the wolf.
