“My turn,” she said, still breathless.
She pushed him onto his back on the bed, taking a moment to admire the view. His cock lay against his stomach, thick and perfect. She couldn’t resist leaning down to lick its length.
“Christ, Brie…”
She took him in her mouth, savoring his groan. The stretch of her lips around him was intense, but she wanted more, wanted all of him. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, using her hand on what wouldn’t fit.
“Oh, Brie,” he gasped, hands tangling in her hair. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
She hummed around him, and his hips bucked. She could taste him getting closer, feel the tension in his thighs, but he gently pulled her off.
“I need to be inside you,” he said roughly.
She straddled his thighs, both of them breathing hard. His cock brushed against her pussy and they both groaned at the contact.
“Wait.” He reached for the bedside table, pulling out a foil packet.
She watched him roll the condom on quickly, then his hands were on her hips, positioning her above him.
She sank down slowly, both of them freezing at the first press of him inside her. The stretch was intense, her body adjusting tohis size. He held perfectly still, letting her set the pace, though she could see the strain in his clenched jaw.
Inch by inch, she took him in until she was fully seated. They stayed frozen for a moment, both adjusting to the sensation. She could feel him everywhere, filling her completely, the mate pull humming between them.
“Fuck, your pussy’s tight,” he gritted out.
She rose up experimentally, then slid back down. The friction was perfect. She found a rhythm, riding him with increasing confidence as his hands guided her hips.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You look so good riding my cock.”
She clenched around him and leaned forward, changing the angle.
“Oh, Hunter…”
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, and flipped them so she was on her back. The new position let him go deeper, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
“Yes,” she moaned, nails raking down his back. “Fuck me.”
He set a punishing pace that had the headboard hitting the wall. Each thrust drove her higher, the coil in her belly winding tighter. Her orgasm crashed through her, pussy clenching rhythmically around him. He followed immediately, groaning her name as he came, hips stuttering as he filled the condom.
They stayed locked together, both panting, sweat hot on their skin. He pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before immediately gathering her against him. She curled into his side, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Holy shit,” she laughed, still feeling the aftershocks.
They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, hands exploring lazily. She traced more of his scars, memorizing the geography of his body. His fingers skimmed her sides, leaving trails of heat.
“No more couch,” she said, remembering their awkward arrangement.
“Definitely no more couch.” He pulled her closer. “I’m never sleeping without you again.”
Chapter
Sixteen
Hunter tracedthe curve of Brie’s shoulder with his fingertips, following the path of morning light that filtered through the heavy curtains. Her skin was warm silk under his touch, marked here and there with the evidence of their passion. His wolf preened, satisfaction alive inside him.
She stirred against his chest, making a soft sound that went straight to his groin. After years of waking alone in empty apartments, having her weight against him felt surreal. Her red hair spilled across his chest like fire, catching the light. He could feel each of her breaths in the rise and fall of her ribs against his side.
“You awake?” Her voice was rough with sleep.
