Brielle cried out in pleasure. She knew full well that everyone in the safe house would hear and know exactly what she and Caleb were doing, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but how good Caleb was making her feel.
Her thighs clamped around his shoulders so hard that it probably would have hurt if he wasn’t a werewolf. Instead, he barely seemed to care as she yanked his hair and rode her way through what had to be the longest orgasm of her life.
Her vision was dim, and the muscles of her thighs and stomach were wrung out to the point of exhaustion by the time the pleasurable tremors finally faded away. This man would be the death of her, she was sure.
She lay there on the bed doing a very good imitation of a puddle of goo, half-listening to Caleb moving around. The thuds of boots hitting the floor told her that Caleb was getting naked. That fact should have been enough to make her lift her head and watch the show—because she seriously wanted to see him naked—but she was too tired. So instead, she stayed where she was. There was no doubt she’d be seeing plenty of naked werewolf in a few seconds when he climbed into bed with her.
Her mind cataloged the clink of his belt buckle as it was undone, then the sound of heavy fabric joining the boots on the floor. She didn’t hear the shirt follow but had no doubt that piece of clothing was gone now, too. She found her mind imagining what he looked like without clothes, using all her previous glimpses of his body as the starting point. He would be beautiful, she was sure of that.
It took him a bit longer to come back to bed than she’d expected, but then she heard him digging through his backpack and realized he was grabbing a condom. For some reason, she hated that he had those so readily at hand, but then decided that was stupid. Caleb was a lot of things, but a monk wasn’t one of them. What he’d done for comfort before he’d met her was his business and no different than the men she’d slept with before meeting him.
But as reasonable as that internal dialogue might be, it didn’t change the fact that she didn’t like the idea of Caleb sleeping with anyone but her, or the insane thought that he wouldn’t be doing it anymore, now that she had him.
Had him?
What the hell was he, a puppy she rescued from a shelter?
She was still lost in those thoughts when Caleb finally came back into view, his very large, very naked body appearing above her as he stopped by the side of the bed.
The breath left her body at the sight of him. Oh, damn, her earlier imaginings had missed the mark by a kilometer. Yes, he was beautiful. But that one word simply wasn’t adequate to describe the man in front of her right then. Actually, now that she thought about it, she decided there wasn’t a word for a man this perfect.
Caleb’s shoulders were broad and thick with muscles, and his arms and pecs had her thinking he could likely bench-press a truck. As her gaze traveled downward, she felt her fingers twitching at the sight of his well-defined abs, suddenly having a crazy urge to trace every single line of them with her nails so she could see them flex and ripple.
Slightly lower, nestled between his powerful thighs, stood the most scrumptious cock she’d seen. Just imagining him inside her made her moan in delight.
As he tugged at the foil wrapper in his hands, she was up in a flash, reaching for it. “Let me do that.”
She wanted—needed—to get her hands on him.
She sat on the edge of the bed, dropping the package on the sheet so she could wrap both hands around him and slowly caress up and down. He was warm under her grip, hard and throbbing. She leaned over to kiss him, but he only let her have a quick lick or two before pulling her up and handing her the condom packet.
“You need to put that on—now,” he growled. “If you want to revisit that particular activity later, I definitely won’t complain, but right now, I need to be inside you.”
Smiling up at him, she tore open the foil packet and quickly rolled the condom down his rock-hard shaft.
Caleb moved so fast he was almost a blur, and a second later, she found herself lying back on the bed. He quickly settled himself between her legs, his huge, naked body hovering over her, heat pouring off his bare skin.
“You need to tell me now if you want to slow down,” he said softly, that faint blue glow ringing the outsides of his irises again. “I don’t want to lose control and scare you again.”
Brielle grasped his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her so his arms were on either side of her head, the head of his cock finding her wetness easily, like he was made to be inside her.
“You don’t scare me, Caleb,” she whispered. “I want to be with you—all of you. Let yourself go. I know you’ll never hurt me.”
Caleb took Brielle at her word, sliding in deep with one long plunge. The feel of him inside her made her gasp in the best possible way. She’d always read about women being touched in places no one had ever touched and had to admit that it had always struck her as prose reserved for romance books. But it turned out that those novels were right. It reallywasa thing, and Caleb had let her experience it. The feel of him buried fully in her core had her panting for breath, ready to beg if he didn’t start moving soon.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips of their own accord, even as he pulled out halfway, then slid back in with a slow, steady glide that rocked her whole body and almost knocked the air out of her lungs.
Caleb started slow, but as soon as Brielle began to rock her hips in time with his, he changed the pace, until he was pounding into her like nothing she’d ever experienced before. At the same time, his mouth came down on hers, stealing what little breath she had left before his lips moved down to her neck and shoulder. As his fangs scraped lightly against her skin, she once again found herself wanting him to bite her.
Which had to be totally insane.
Right?
She was certain there was no way she’d be able to come again, not three times in one night, but as Caleb continued to thrust into her at the same wild pace, she couldn’t mistake that familiar tingle beginning to build again deep inside her. Slipping a hand down between their bodies, she made little circles on her clit with the tips of her fingers.
“Harder,” she moaned, the words barely making it past her clenched teeth. “I’m going to come again.”
Caleb must have understood her because the next several thrusts were hard enough to slide her up the bed a few inches. That was all it took to tip her completely over the edge, and she came so hard she had to bite her knuckles to keep from screaming out loud.
