His fingers worked even faster inside me, shoving harder as my channel gripped onto him, until he buried them deep inside me, crooking them, tickling me gently. My entire body wracked in harsh shivers as he lifted over me on one arm, his other fingers still inside.
My gaze flicked open slowly.
He grinned, licking over his bottom lip.
“Are your breasts tender?” he whispered softly, bending, his muscles bulging in his biceps as his lips latched onto one of my puckered nipples . . . and sucked hard.
I screamed, arching off the bed, my hands still curled in his hair, hanging on. He started pumping his fingers again deep inside my core, harder and more fiercely. He suckled ferociously on my swollen, sensitive breasts, and like a bolt of lightning when he bit it with his blunt teeth, my mind shot straight to the stratosphere. My body shook brutally as I ground my core against his hand, his mouth quickly alternating to my other breast, sucking greedily.
My whimper was loud as I quivered for him.
Wolfe lifted his head, his lips brushing mine in a tender caress.
I lay trembling under him, my gaze quiet on his fierce eyes as he took his finger from my core.
He grabbed his cock to position himself at my opening, my hips elevated on the pillow still, cushioning my lower back. His gaze on mine, his lips softly brushed my lips once more. Holding my eyes a moment longer, he rose in a fluid motion to his knees, wrapping his arms under my legs, holding onto my hips firmly. Golden, fathomless eyes never left mine as he pressed his hips forward, pushing into me.
I braced my arms against the headboard, holding myself steady when he pulled his hips back, driving forward faster, thrusting more relentlessly. His wolf growled again, deep inside his chest, his blunt teeth barely seen behind his parted lips. Wolfe groaned deeply, his gaze dipping to where he was entering me, stretching me. His stomach muscles clenching once more, he drove his hips flush with mine.
With my teeth deeply bitten into my bottom lip, I gasped, “I need you, Wolfe.” He was a sensual fever I wanted to burn in.
His gaze snapped to mine. “I need you, too.” His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips. “Ready to cry my name again?”
I nodded quietly, my eyes set on his.
He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of me.
I gasped hard as he slammed his hips back forcefully, my hands almost slipping on the headboard. His hips pulled back, driving back against me, filling me hard. Tilting my hips a bit, my head arched back in pleasure as he started a brutal rhythm, sliding in and out of me, my channel holding him tight, my voice guttural, “Wolfe?”
“Yes,” he asked breathlessly, the sound of our skin slapping heard.
“I need you.”
“I’m here.”
“I need you, Wolfe.”
“I’m here. I’m here. I’m right here, Noelle. I’m not going anywhere.”
I pressed against the headboard harder as he pushed himself deep inside me, hitting the spot that made me tremble, the head of his cock rubbing back and forth against it.
My gaze caught on his. “Kiss me.”
Wolfe leaned over me on one arm, his gaze connected with mine as he kissed me with so much passion my arms wrapped around his neck, holding tight, not wanting to let go for fear he would walk away, my lips running over his just as intensely.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him close for each of his deep plunges inside me. My body quaked more fiercely under his, his thrusts driving me closer to the edge, his breathing accelerating against my mouth.
He continued to hold my gaze as he thrust so far into me my breath caught, my lips quivering against his. His hips meeting mine, he did it again, thrusting so deeply I was being marked, his claim being placed on me before he plunged once more, sending me over the threshold into bliss.
Warmth and pleasure rocked me from the inside out, my cry soft against his lips, his name a promise, “Wolfe…”
His next drive was fierce, lodging himself ruthlessly inside me, his gaze still on mine even as his lids drooped. Wolfe shuddered in hard wracks against me, his cock pumping hard inside my channel as his cum filled me in brutal shots. My name was a groan of pleasure, an assurance against my lips, “Noelle…”
* * *
Washing the soap from my hair, I jerked in surprise when I felt familiar, warm hands brush over my cheeks softly, cupping them as he dipped silently, having snuck into the shower with me. His exotically exquisite lips landing on mine while he backed me against the wall, my lips curving as I ran my hands over his muscled, heated shoulders. Blinking through the spray of water, I whispered, “Aren’t you tired?” We hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night, the wolf-man knowing plenty of positions.
Wolfe had a little cut on his hand now, too, that wasn’t healing courtesy of me. I was definitely his mate, the seer correct.
