“Mouse.” Ace gently placed his hand on my shoulder. “It’s over. You killed it.”
I paused, panting, and stared down at the horror I had created, at the mess I’d made of the monster’s flesh because I thought I’d lost Ace.
I had slid off the monster at some point to continue stabbing its face. I whirled around.
Ace bent over me, concern etched in his brow. He looked torn between yelling at me and something else. He didn’t look scared. He looked fierce and proud. I didn’t have a chance to ask him. By the time I registered the emotions flashing across his dark gaze, he’d thrown his weapon to the side and was already reaching for me. He wrapped his large hands around my shirt and hauled me to my feet.
His mouth crashed down on mine.
I dropped my dagger and wrapped my arms around him. He felt so good pressed against me. The heat radiating off his skin warmed mine and his strong frame made me want to climb him like a mountain.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned at the taste of him. I wanted more.
I snaked my hands under his shirt. I wanted my skin against his, I wanted his weight on me. I wanted to lose myself in his touch and forget the reality around us.
His lips lifted under mine. “Mouse,” he groaned, his breath whispering along my lips. “You just got me into clothes, are you sure you can handle me out of them again?”
“I want you naked.” I moved my mouth to kiss along his jaw and neck. “And I can handle anything.”
He groaned into my ear and lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, lost in the taste of his skin. In three short strides, he pressed me into the stone wall of the cave, propping me on a ledge while he tore at my clothes. My pants hit the ground. No underwear. Mine was still drying.
I had already worked his belt free and tugged at his pants. They whispered to the rocky floor, a sound barely audible over our breathing.
Ace stepped away long enough to pull the large shirt over my head. He flung the clothing away as if it offended him. The shirt landed in a pool of blood with a splat, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the intensity of Ace’s gaze. His wolf’s golden gaze flashed as he studied me, his attention snagging on my bare breasts.
“You’re so phaaning beautiful it hurts,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“You have such a great way of showing your admiration.” I tugged at his shirt, and he quickly whipped it off before stepping between my legs. He ran his hands up my bare thighs, his gaze lingering on my naked skin. He licked his lips.
“I want to take my time with you.” He leaned down to trail kisses along my shoulder. “I want to savour each kiss, each taste of you.”
“If you don’t phaan me now, I’ll never forgive you,” I snapped.
Ace chuckled and gripping my hips with both hands, dragging me to the edge. The head of his penis bobbed between us, thick and ready. I wanted to grip the silky skin and stroke. I wanted to tease him with my mouth.
But more than anything, I wanted him inside me. Now.
“Are you sure?” Ace rubbed his cock along my entrance, pushing the tip inside. He stilled and leaned down to press his forehead to mine. “You’re already so wet.”
“I’m phaaning sure I will never forgi?—”
I didn’t get to finish my threat.
Ace thrust forward, filling me with his delicious thickness. He held my hips in place and pumped into me. My back slammed into the cave wall and all I could do was hold onto his broad shoulders as he pistoned his hips. He ran his teeth along the sensitive skin of my neck.
“You feel so good,” he growled into my ear. “You feel like you were made for me.”
I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his chest. I wanted to splay myself all over him so every single inch of myself touched him in some way. My head dropped back into the cave wall and a gasp escaped my lips. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“Never.” His raspy voice brushed the sensitive skin along my neck.
As I moved my body to meet each stroke, Ace continued to thrust. He angled his hips and slid his thick shaft into me, again and again. It was hard, rough and exactly what I wanted. What I needed. I wanted him to pound into me with enough force I’d feel him there forever. I wanted to ache and know that this was real. He was real and alive, and we survived.
Each slap of his body into mine, drove me toward absolute delirium. My vision swam, my senses sung and then pleasure exploded through my entire body, racing along my limbs to the tips of my fingers and toes.
With a guttural growl, Ace pulled out and emptied himself on my stomach. He panted into my chest as I held him in my arms with my legs still wrapped around him. All I could do was hold him. My limbs still tingled with pleasure, and I wasn’t walking anywhere anytime soon.
