“I need you inside me.” I pull him closer by his cock, guiding him to my entrance with a boldness the curse would never have allowed.
He notches himself at my opening and pauses with just the head nudging against me. Our eyes meet, and the emotion I see there takes my breath away more than any physical sensation could, because he’s looking at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, and he can’t quite believe I’m real.
“Tell me this is real. Tell me you’re not going to regret this tomorrow.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him forward with my heels digging into the small of his back. “You’re real. This is real. Now stop making me wait.”
He pushes inside me in one long thrust, and I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my scream of relief.
Chapter 14 - Patrick
She’s so tight around me that I have to hold still and take a breath to keep from coming right then and there.
Caelan’s teeth dig into my shoulder as she adjusts to my size, and the small pain grounds me enough to think past the overwhelming need to pound into her. Her thighs squeeze my hips, ankles crossed at the base of my spine, and the mate bond roars through my veins like wildfire, demanding I claim her.
I tilt back and watch her face as I thrust forward again. Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips part on a moan that I want to hear for the rest of my life. She’s beautiful like this, flushed and wanting, and knowing that I’m the one making her feel this way sends a rush of satisfaction through my chest.
“More! I need more.” She’s practically begging, and Christ, I’ve never been more turned on in my entire fucking life.
I give her what she wants.
The pace I set is punishing and nothing like the sweet lovemaking I imagined all those nights on the cabin floor when I was trying not to think about her in the bed just feet away. This is something wilder, something that answers the violence still in my blood from killing that damn Thornridge wolf who dared threaten what’s mine. Each thrust bumps her back on the table’s surface, and she meets every one with a roll of her hips that makes me see stars.
“Fuck.” I hold onto her thighs so hard that there’s no way it’s not going to leave bruises. “You feel incredible.”
She snakes her hand around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss that’s more teeth than tenderness, biting my lower lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. I groan into hermouth and hitch her legs higher, adjusting the angle so I can drive deeper with every stroke. The sound she makes when I bottom out inside her is something I want burned into my memory forever.
“Right there,” she pleads. “God, don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop now if my life depended on it.
The table creaks beneath us with every thrust, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if it’s going to hold, but I don’t care enough to slow down. All that matters is the woman in my arms and the way she’s coming apart, her moans growing louder and more desperate as I steer us both toward the edge.
I feel my knot starting to swell at the base of my cock, and I tell myself to slow down even though my instinct is to keep going. “Caelan. My knot—I need to know if you want me to pull out before—”
“Don’t you dare.” She tightens her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. “I want all of you.”
Without a second thought, I thrust into her harder, faster, chasing the release building at the base of my spine. My knot swells with each stroke, stretching her open around me until the pressure becomes almost unbearable. She gasps and throws her head back, and I watch her throat work as she struggles to breathe through the fullness.
“That’s it. Take all of me. You were made for this.”
My knot catches on her rim, and I grind forward one last time before it locks us together. The sensation of being buried inside her with no possibility of separation pushes me over the edge, and I come with a grunt while I spill everything I have into her welcoming heat.
Caelan follows me a moment later. Her inner walls flutter down around my knot before clamping down, which only serves to drag another wave of pleasure from my over-sensitized cock, and she sobs against my neck as the orgasm barrels into her. I hold her through it, stroking her hair and mumbling nonsense I’m not sure either of us can hear over the pounding of our hearts.
We stay like that, tangled together on the table with my knot keeping us joined as her breathing slowly evens out against my throat, and I kiss her temple, her cheekbone, the corner of her mouth, any strip of skin I can reach in the moment. She tastes like salt and satisfaction, and I want to memorize every detail of this moment in case it’s the only one I ever get.
The knot takes its time releasing, and I use the forced intimacy to touch her the way I’ve been wanting to since we arrived here. I glide my fingertips down her spine and count the small freckles scattered across her shoulders. She lets me explore without complaint, which I take as a victory all in its own.
When I finally slip free of her body, we both wince at the sudden emptiness. I ease back enough to look at her, taking in the flush still staining her cheeks and the drowsy satisfaction in her pale blue eyes.
I brush a strand of silver-blonde hair away from her face as I tell her, “Stay here. I’ll get something to clean us up.”
I find a clean cloth and dampen it with water from the basin before returning to where she’s still sitting on the edge of the table. The sight of my release leaking down her thighs makes something primal in me growl, but I push the feeling aside and concentrate on taking care of her instead.
I clean her gently, so different from the rough way I just took her, that she watches me with something like wonder in her expression. I wipe away the evidence of what we did before I toss the cloth aside and lift her into my arms.
She loops her arms around my neck and giggles. “What are you doing?”
