Page 20 of Caught By the Wolf

“No, Ella,” he ordered. “You don’t get to flinch from my touch. Not my touch. Understand me? This body is mine. Made for me by fate. I love it. The way it cushions me. How it will when I’m fucking you. Moving, bouncing. You’re not hiding any of it from me.”

He bent his head and gave each side of her stomach a sharp, hard nip.

Then he kept going, kissing his way across the flare of her hips, marking her there as well. With his tongue, his teeth. His hands grew rougher as they grasped the tops of her thighs and pulled them apart.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured, inhaling deeply, taking the scent of her deep into his lungs.

With hands that were growing less careful by the minute, he pushed her legs up, opening her completely. Her pussy was soaked, the outer lips a little puffy from her arousal, her slit almost blood red. She’d shaved but left a neat patch of hair on her mound. She looked absolutely fucking perfect.

Taste her. Taste her now. His wolf licked his lips and so did the man.

“Are you going to taste good, baby? You’re dripping for me already.”

He settled himself between her thighs. One long hard lick up her slit had her arching into his mouth. He smiled against her wet flesh. “That’s it, ride my mouth.”

She hadn’t done that on purpose, but that’s exactly how he wanted her—taking what she needed. He flattened his tongue and licked her again, this time without stopping. From her tight little hole all the way up to her clit, swirling inside her every other pass. She was whimpering, her hands in his hair, pulling hard.

He stopped for a moment, placing his mouth on her inner thigh. “You like this don’t you, Ella? You like my tongue on your slit, inside you.”

He bit her thigh hard enough to leave teeth marks, then returned to her pussy. This time, he concentrated on her clit. Short, flickering licks. Hard, fast, making the bud pop up. Making her juices flow. Which made him have to lick them up.

But he wanted more from her.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, making her whole body jerk. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “You’re going to strangle my cock with this cunt.”

She clenched again and he chuckled darkly. He worked her relentlessly. Curling his fingers, sucking her clit, licking every drop of her until her thighs shook. “I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

“Roman—please—”

“That’s it, baby. Now moan for me while I own this pussy.”

Ella moaned loudly, hips bucking, and came apart on his tongue, his fingers in her pussy, her fingers fisted in his hair as he licked up every drop of her release. When he finally moved up her body, he was losing the fight with his own skin—cock heavy and leaking against her thigh, eyes gone fully wolf-gold.

“Roman.” Her hands framed his face, and her eyes flared—not with fear. “Your eyes. They’re—”

“Gold. I know.” His voice had dropped, the human register entirely, gone to gravel and wolf. “This is what you do to me. The wolf’s right at the surface. He’s not going to hurt you—he wants you safe more than I do, if that’s possible. But you should know he’s here.” He caught her hand, pressed his mouth to her palm. “Tell me that’s all right. Tell me and mean it.”

“I want all of it,” Ella said. “The man and the wolf. Both. Now, Roman, please.”

He settled between her thighs and pushed the head of his cock into her entrance until he had to stop, gathering his control before pushing forward again, stretching her open around his thick length. The sound she made—raw, keening—mingled with his guttural groan. She was scorching, tight, fluttering around every inch as he seated himself fully inside her.

“Breathe, baby.” He kissed her forehead, her eyes, the corner of her mouth. She gasped in air through the overwhelming fullness of him.

Then he moved.

The wolf sang it in his blood—mine, mine, finally, and took over. Gone was the careful, almost guarded strength of Roman. Now, the animal was there, guiding the movements. He felt her meet each thrust and knew neither of them wanted slow and neither of them wanted careful.

He fucked her like he’d been waiting lifetimes—harder when she begged, slower when she hovered right on the edge just to draw it out. Praise poured against her throat.

“Fuck, look at you taking me. So tight. This body was made for my cock. Feel how deep I am? That’s where I belong. These thick thighs wrapped around me, this belly under my hand, these full tits bouncing every time I drive into you—fuck, Ella, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. No one else gets this. No one else ever touches what’s mine. You’re mine. Say it.”

“Yours.” The word was breathless.

He was no longer in control as he took her, man and wolf bleeding into each other. “Milk my cock, come on, baby girl.” He slammed in harder. “Come hard for me.”

She shattered around him, the tight, rhythmic squeeze of her climax dragging him over the edge with her. Roman buried himself deep and came with a roar, filling her in hot, endless pulses while the wolf howled under his skin. He buried his face in her neck—close enough to feel her pulse against his lips, close enough that his fangs dropped. He didn’t allow the knot to form. The wolf snarled its frustration when the man yanked it back.

Looking down at her, he realized he would do this for the rest of his life, if she never wanted the bond.