“Yes. STDs. Sexually transmitted...”
“And what is a pill?”
I stared at him. Right. Different realm, different everything. Add “explain human contraception to hot werewolf prince” to the list of things I never expected to do mid-foreplay.
“Birth control,” I explained. “It prevents pregnancy.”
“Ah.” He nodded slowly. “Our healers haven’t found any disease in me. Wolves don’t get sick. And it’s been...” He paused, vulnerability crossing his expression. “Years. Since I’ve touched a woman.”
“Years?”
“I wasn’t interested.” He held my gaze, possessive. “I was waiting for you, even before I knew you existed.”
The words hit me somewhere deep. Also, years?Years? And he was this good at it? Some people really did have all the luck.
I reached up, cupped his face.
“Then stop waiting,” I whispered. “Take what’s yours.”
The shift was instant. The soft way he touched me was gone, now he looked like a hunter ready to grab his prey. His pupils blew wide, the amber ring expanding, and I saw the wolf there, just beneath the surface.
He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching my pussy open. I gasped, the burn mixing with pleasure as he sank deeper. Inch by inch, he filled me until he was buried to the hilt. We both froze for a second, panting, our foreheads pressed together. His body trembled against mine, every muscle taut.
“Fuck, Riley,” he gritted out. “Okay?”
“More.” I dug my nails into his back. “I need more.”
He started moving then, pulling back and thrusting in with deep, controlled strokes, making me feel every ridge and vein. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks as he kissedme between each push. Soft, lingering kisses that made my chest ache. This was real, connected, the kind of sex that hit you in the gut.
“You feel...” He shuddered, voice wrecked. “Fucking perfect. Like you were made for me.”
“I was.” I didn’t know where the words came from, but they felt true. “Apparently.”
His restraint didn’t last. Caelan’s control started to slip.
Each thrust grew harder, faster, his hips snapping against mine with a wet slap. A low growl rumbled from his chest, and his eyes flashed fully yellow now, the wolf taking over. He gripped my hips bruisingly tight, pinning me in place.
“Can you handle it rougher?” he demanded, voice low and edged with hunger. “I need to fuck you like I mean it. Tell me you want my cock pounding you, that you can take it.”
“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Give it to me hard. Don’t hold back.”
He snatched my wrists, slamming them above my head with one big hand. His strength was overwhelming, I couldn’t budge an inch. Instead of fear, it sent a rush of heat straight to my core, my pussy clenching around him. It was intoxicating.
“Stay put,” he ordered, his free hand sliding down to rub my clit in firm circles. “Be my good girl and don’t move them.”
The praise hit me like a spark. I nodded, breathless. “Yes...”
“That’s right, very good,” he growled, slamming into me harder. The bed creaked under us, my moans turning to cries with each brutal thrust. “Fuck, you like that? You like being told what to do?”
Shit. Busted.
“Yes...”
“Then take what I give you. Tell me who owns you.”
“You do,” I gasped, arching up. “This pussy is yours. All of me.”
He nipped at my neck, teeth grazing just enough to sting. “Damn right. Mine to claim.”
