I step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can take it slow.”
He frowns. “But I want to do it all.” His hand comes up to the side of my face, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Jude.”
“Same,” I whisper. “I’ve jerked off a hundred times thinking about the time we kissed. How I wanted more. How I wanted you to admit you wanted me the way I wanted you.”
Something shifts in his eyes. The hesitation drops away and what’s left is raw want. His wolf is right there, burning behind his pupils, and mine rises to meet it. The air between us thickens, charged with something primal that goes deeper than attraction. This is recognition. Two wolves who’ve been circling each other for weeks finally giving in.
“Can I ask you something?” His eyes flicker.
“Yes.”
“Did… did you let Ben fuck you?” His mouth is a grim line as if he dreads my answer.
I narrow my eyes. “Will you reject me if I did?”
“No.” He shakes his head, guilt in his eyes. “What right would I have to do that? I was with Kara.” He sighs. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked you that.”
I study him, seeing the torment in his eyes. “No, I didn’t let Ben fuck me,” I confess. “We came close, but I was too hung up on you to let him inside me.”
His eyes darken with relief. “Maybe it’s dumb, but I’m glad.”
“I get it,” I admit. “The idea Kara touched you and got that side of you kills me. You were supposed to be mine, but you didn’t see it.”
“I’m sorry I was so fucking stubborn,” he grates out.
“It’s okay.” I smile weakly. “You’re mine now.”
“Yeah, and you’re mine. Just mine.” He kisses me, taking my mouth roughly, one hand gripping the back of my neck, theother fisting in my shirt. His tongue slides against mine and a groan rumbles from his chest that vibrates through my entire body.
I tug at his shirt and help pull it over his head, and we do the same with mine. Then we’re finally skin to skin and the contact is electric. His chest is broad and hard with muscle, dark hair trailing down his stomach. The heat of him against me makes my wolf surge forward, and I press into him, needing more contact, more skin, more of him.
He walks me backward toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. The backs of my knees hit the mattress and I sit, looking up at him. He stands over me, breathing hard, his dark hair falling across his forehead. His body is beautiful in the moonlight, all hard planes and warm bronze skin. I reach for his belt and he lets me undo it, watching me with those dark, burning eyes.
When I push his jeans down, he’s already hard. Thick cock, straining against his briefs. I mouth him through the fabric and the sound he makes, a choked, desperate groan, sends a bolt of heat straight through me. His hand tangles in my hair, not pushing, just holding on.
“Jude.” My name sounds like a caress on his lips.
I pull his briefs down and his cock unfolds. I take his hard shaft into my mouth, relishing the musky taste of him. He’s hot and heavy against my tongue, and when I suck, his hips jerk forward involuntarily. I lean in and drag my tongue along his length, tasting precum and the concentrated musk of his skin.
I suckle the head of his cock and caress his swollen balls, and his fingers tighten in my hair as a growl tears from his throat. He thrusts, and I take his cock deep in my throat. He’s thick and hard, and I love that I finally have him in my mouth.His breaths are ragged and his movements disjointed as his cock swells in my tight throat. I feel warm precum trickle down my throat and my excitement sparks.
“Stop,” he rasps, pulling out of my mouth. “Fuck, I’m so turned on I’m going to come.”
I give an unhappy growl, missing his dick the second it’s gone. “I don’t mind. I want to swallow your cum.”
He shivers, looking down at me with flushed cheeks. “Oh, you will. But not yet. The first time, I want to come in your ass.”
My hole clenches at his salacious words. “I want that too. I want it all.”
He pushes me back on the bed and strips hurriedly, then helps me shed the rest of my clothes. Once we’re both naked, he stands looking down at me, and the expression on his face breaks something open in my chest. It’s not just lust. It’s wonder. Like he can’t quite believe I’m here, in his bed, bare and willing and his.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs, and the sincerity in his voice makes my throat tight. “I never thought a man could be beautiful until you.”
“Come closer,” I say, reaching for him. I feel self-conscious under his intense gaze. I need to touch him and feel him on top of me. This all still feels like a dream.
He lowers himself onto me and the full-length contact of his body against mine nearly undoes me. His weight, his heat, the hard press of his erection against my hip. His mouth finds my throat, my collarbone, the hollow beneath my ear. His instincts are guiding him, his wolf knowing what his human mind hasn’t learned yet. He nips at the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder and I gasp, my back arching off the mattress.
“Right here,” he rumbles against my skin, teeth grazing. “This is where I’ll mark you while I fill you full of my seed.”
