I close the distance between us in two strides and kiss her.
It’s not gentle. Not careful. It’s possessive and demanding and everything I’ve been holding back since that night in the office parking lot.
Anne makes a sound of outrage against my mouth and bites my lip hard enough to draw blood.
The sharp pain should make me pull back. Instead, it ignites the feral part of me. My hands wrap around her body like I’m trying to overwrite his touch.
Anne isn’t pushing me away anymore. She’s attacking me with a kiss of her own, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling hard, her teeth scraping against my bottom lip like she wants to devour me.
I match her energy, my hands sliding down to her hips and pulling her roughly against me. She responds by dragging her nails down my back hard enough that I feel them through my shirt, hard enough that they will definitely leave marks.
The pain only makes me want her more. Patience has abandoned me entirely. Calm is a distant memory.
She yanks at my shirt, gets frustrated with the buttons, and then tears it open. Buttons scatter across her floor with soft, pinging sounds, but neither of us pays any attention.
I return the favor, gripping the neckline of her dress and ripping downward. The fabric gives way with a satisfying sound. She wore this dress for him; I don’t want her ever to wear it again.
The sound of her sharp intake of breath sends blood rushing south. My lips claim hers again, tongue thrusting deep into theslick heat of her mouth as my fingers roam the smooth expanse of her back, tracing the delicate ridge of her spine.
The thin strap of her bra aggravates me beyond reason, so I don’t bother fumbling with the clasp. With a sharp tug, I rip it free.
She gasps into my mouth, a low, shocked sound that vibrates through my chest and settles deep inside me. I peel my lips from hers just long enough to drink in the sight of her. My hand cups one breast, then the other, savoring their perfect warmth as their weight spills softly into my palm. For a single, suspended breath, I simply stare at her nipples—perky, dusky, already taut and pointing toward me like an invitation I can no longer refuse.
I lose myself in them. My mouth descends, ravishing first one peak then the other with greedy kisses. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip, draw it between my lips, suck hard enough to pull a sweet, soft cry from her throat. That sound, that delicate yet raw noise…It makes my wolf yip in delight, a sharp, joyful burst that sends fresh heat surging straight to my groin. My cock pulses painfully against the confines of my pants, thick and insistent, urging me onward, fueling me. I lick faster, suck harder, my teeth grazing just enough to make her arch and whimper beneath me.
Only when I hear the soft creak of her bedroom door do I register that we’ve moved. She’s been taking steps backward, guiding me with deliberate intent, while I’ve followed her blindly, lips locked to her skin, hands insatiable, mind narrowed to nothing but her. Her fingers thread into my hair, forcing my face deeper into the soft valley of her chest as if she can’t bear even an inch of separation. We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the mattress dipping under our combined weight.
I surge up to capture her mouth again, and she meets me with equal ferocity. Her lips are hungry and unyielding as her tongue twists against mine in a fierce, wet dance. She laps at melike she has been starving for this taste just as long as I have. I match her intensity, devouring her right back as my fingers begin their descent. They trail down the quivering plane of her stomach, over the flare of her hips, until they reach the other set of lips I’ve been aching to touch since the moment I laid eyes on her again after those ten long years.
“Fuck…you’re soaked,” I groan against her mouth, my voice rough with awe and need.
“Shut up,” she moans, the words half lost in a shuddering breath.
My thumb hooks the drenched lace of her panties and pushes the fabric aside. The instant my fingertips brush her bare, silky, swollen, dripping folds, my wolf growls low and desperately inside my skull, a sound of pure, untamed hunger that rattles my bones. She’s molten, her arousal so abundantly slick that it coats my fingers in seconds.
She moves her hips like she’s impatient, needy, and I don’t make her wait. In one swift motion, I pull the underwear down her thighs and toss it aside. My own pants are suddenly unbearable—too tight, too restrictive. My cock strains painfully against the zipper, begging for release. I oblige without hesitation, shoving everything down off my hips. I spring free, rock hard and veins pulsing, the head already glistening.
I need her now. I need her more than air. More than anything I’ve ever craved in my damn life.
And by the Goddess, the look on her face tells me she needs me just as badly.
Sweet, delicious Anne parts her legs wider and lifts them. They wrap around my waist like vines claiming a tree, pulling me down until I’m hovering over her, chest to chest, heat radiating between us. Her gaze locks onto mine; her eyes are dark, dilated, burning with a wordless command that allows no indecision, no second guessing. Only this. Only us.
I position myself at her entrance, the blunt head of my cock nudging against her slick heat. I push in slowly at first, gently, savoring the exquisite stretch as her body yields to me inch by torturous inch. Her inner walls, soft yet impossibly tight, flutter and grip me, drawing me deeper until I’m fully submerged, my entire thickness engulfed in her warm, wet center.
The sensation hits like lightning. Every cell in my body ignites at once. It’s as though something ancient and inevitable has finally clicked into place, a missing piece slotting home with perfect, shattering precision. “Heaven” doesn’t begin to describe how good this feels.
My wolf roars triumphantly inside me as the mate bond pulses in response. Power surges through my veins like electricity zapping along every nerve until my vision whites out for the span of a heartbeat. I see the exact moment it hits her, too: her pupils blow wide, her body quivering violently beneath me as the same otherworldly current seizes her.
My hips begin to rock instinctively before I draw back slowly, deliberately, feeling her cling to every retreating inch, her inner walls rippling in protest. When only the swollen tip of my cock remains inside her, I pause—just long enough for her to whimper—then drive forward again in one smooth, deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt and filling her completely.
“Fuck!” The word explodes from my throat as my restraint shatters. My thrusts become harder, faster, each one betraying the desperate, animalistic need clawing through me.
Anne’s moans fill the room—breathless, broken, intoxicating sounds. Her hips rise to meet mine in perfect counterpoint, skin slapping against skin in a wet, obscene rhythm that drowns out everything except her cries. Her nails rake down my back with vicious intent, scoring lines deep enough that I feel the sting of torn skin and the warm trickle of blood.
But I couldn’t care less. Pain is nothing next to this pleasure.
Our eyes never leave each other’s. I watch, mesmerized, as her lips part on a silent gasp, as her lashes flutter and her eyes roll back in ecstasy before snapping back to mine, all wild and needy and utterly undone. I watch her take every punishing inch of me like she was made for it, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this exact invasion, and it drives me wild.
