“Fuck tomorrow,” she mutters against my mouth, her hands already tearing at my belt. “We have tonight.”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I lift her onto the table, shoving maps and papers to the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in. My hands find the hem of her shirt, ripping it over her head and tossing it aside. Her skin glows pale in the dim light, all lean muscle and battle scars.
She yanks my shirt open, buttons popping across the floor. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving red trails that make me hiss. There’s urgency in every movement—not anger like before, but something deeper. Rawer. The knowledge that dawn might take everything.
“Bedroom,” I growl, though I’m already grinding against her, her heat evident through our clothes.
She shakes her head, bites my lower lip. “Here.”
But I need her on my bed. Need to mark my territory with her scent. I lift her, hands gripping her ass as she locks her ankles behind my back. We stumble down the hallway, mouths never disconnecting, slamming into walls as we go.
I drop her onto the mattress. She’s already shoving her jeans down, kicking them off along with her boots while I strip beside the bed. The moment we’re both naked, she rises to her knees and pushes me backward. I let her. Need to see what she’ll do.
She kneels between my legs, hair falling around her face as she takes my cock in her hand. The first stroke pulls a groanfrom deep in my chest. Her eyes flick up to mine, something dangerous and hungry in them. When her tongue swirls around the tip, licking away the precum gathered there, my hips jerk up involuntarily.
“Nova.” Her name comes out like a warning.
She ignores it, taking her time stroking me, one hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. Then she lowers her mouth, swallowing me in one smooth motion that has me fisting the sheets.
“Fuck,” I growl, fighting for control as she works me with lips and tongue.
Her rhythm is relentless, pushing me toward the edge faster than I want. I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging lightly, but she resists, doubling her efforts. Her mouth tightens around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I warn, my voice breaking.
She hums around me, the vibration sending shocks up my spine. She doesn’t pull back—just takes me deeper. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock unravels the last of my restraint. I come hard, pulsing down her throat as she swallows around me. When she finally pulls back, some spills across her lips and down onto her breasts. She looks up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and the sight makes me growl again.
My wolf doesn’t need recovery time. My cock is still hard as I pull her up, flipping her onto her back. Her legs spread for me, inviting. I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock sliding through her slick folds.
“Now,” she demands, hips lifting to meet me. “Fuck me now.”
I push inside in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out—part pain, part pleasure—her inner walls clenching around me. I freeze, giving her a moment, but she digs her nails into my ass.
“Don’t you dare go slow,” she hisses.
I answer by withdrawing and slamming back in. Her back arches off the bed. I set a brutal pace, each thrust driving us both higher. The bed frame hits the wall with each movement, creating a rhythm that matches our harsh breathing.
“Harder,” she gasps, legs wrapping tighter around me. “God, just like that—fuck me harder.”
I grip her hips, angling her to hit deeper. “You feel so fucking good,” I groan against her neck. “So wet for me.”
She reaches between us, fingers circling her clit as I pound into her. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her nearly sends me over the edge again.
“You going to come for me?” I ask, voice rough.
“Yes—I’m close.” Her free hand claws at my back. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
I kiss her hard, swallowing her moans as her body tenses. Then she’s coming around me, her pussy clenching my cock in pulsing waves. I keep thrusting, working her through it, watching her face contort with pleasure.
Before I can follow, she pushes at my chest. I withdraw, confused, until she rolls over onto her stomach and lifts her hips.
“Like this,” she says, looking back over her shoulder. “I want to feel you like this.”
I grasp her hips and drive back into her wet heat. From this angle, I can go deeper, hit places that make her moan louder. I lean over her back, one hand braced beside her head, the other reaching around to find her clit.
“Oh God,” she pants as my fingers circle the sensitive bud. “I can’t—it’s too much.”
“You can take it,” I growl in her ear, feeling her tremble beneath me. “Take all of me.”
