Page 58 of Banished From the Pack

His enormous cock lands on my leg, hard and hot against my cool, bare skin. My core trembles, and I swallow hard.

In the dim moonlight, I trace the outline of his shoulders, as wide as an ogre’s and twice as strong, running my fingers down the scars on them to his broad, muscular chest. “I think you want me,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He only grunts, but his cock throbs against my thigh in response.

“Don’t you?” I ask, my heart racing like a swamp rabbit. Did I get it all wrong?

“Luna…”

I lay my small, soft hand on the rough stubble of his cheek. “You’re the kind of man who would never step on the toes of your brothers to take what you want. So, I’m giving it to you. If…” I break off, swallowing the trembling, liquidy ache in my throat. “If you’ll have me.”

“I haven’t even been nice to you,” he points out. “Why would you want me?”

“You say that, and maybe you’d like me to believe it, but we both know I’m here because you allow it. You took me to town and let me pick my own clothes, my own hair. You don’t try to teach me things to make me like you. You just let me be exactly what I want to be. You treat me like a part of your pack. You might not talk as much as the others, but I see you, Warrick. You put my needs before yours, too. You had every right to claim me as Alpha and end the discussion, but you didn’t. You let me make the choice. And I choose to give you what you need, to put you first for once.”

“Oh, fuck, baby girl,” he says, adding a wry chuckle. “You’re everything I need and everything I don’t need all rolled into one fuckable little piece of ass. You’re damn sure the one thing that’s going to get me killed.”

I suck in a breath. “Killed?”

“Yeah, baby-girl. Killed.” His thick arm circles my waist, bringing me flush against him as he nuzzles my neck. “But is that going to stop me?”

I clutch his mountainous shoulders, my insides trembling with fear and heat as he pushes his hips against mine, the iron ridge of his cock crushing into the soft place between my legs that Ethan shaved. Is he going to do what Axel did? Will it hurt that much?

“If I were a decent man, I’d let you find someone your own age who isn’t a criminal,” he murmurs, pulling my leg over his hip.

“I don’t want a decent man.” This new sense of power coursing through me is a heady elixir, but also a bit terrifying. “I want you.”

“The devil help us, then. I’m going to wreck you, baby girl.”

“If that’s what you want,” I breathe. “I’m yours. Do what you want to me.”

I rock my hips against him, letting him feel how wet I am. He lets out a low, deep rumble of pleasure, so I do it again. My core throbs, aching to be filled. I can feel the power thrumming through his veins, but he doesn’t move. He lets me move, sliding along his length until I reach the thick, rounded end that’s as wet as me. He smells of musk and pure male wolf. I whimper with desire.

In one swift move, he rolls me on top of him. His cock stands rigidly between us, swollen, lined with thick, throbbing veins. In rhythm with his next sigh, he strokes his calloused hands along my sides and traces my waist and my hips. Then, he palms the front of my thighs all the way from my knees to my bare skin that Ethan called a pussy. He tugs the lips open with his thumbs, spreading them further open against his shaft.

His hands are sure and firm as he caresses me, keeping his gaze pinned to me as he leisurely explores my body and then returns to the swollen bud that Ethan took so much time on, the one that made me explode. I moan and rock against his erection, taking pleasure in his hard cock against my slick, wet core.

This elicits a low chuckle from him, which vibrates through me. He seizes my hips and slows down my grinding movements. “Easy, baby girl. It’s been a while for this old man.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “You’re not old, Warrick.”

“I feel old,” he says, releasing my hips and spreading his hands over my tiny breasts. “Fuck, please tell me you’re eighteen.”

“I’m eighteen,” I agree.

“I’m twice your age,” he growls. “I feel like a fucking pervert wanting to fuck you as raw and hard as I’m about to.”

He pinches my nipples, and both sharp pain and searing pleasure flood my core. I let my head fall back and moan.

“Sweet fucking Jesus, woman.” His fingers keep tweaking my hard buds, followed by soft caresses. Then, more pain, and again, more sweet pleasure. I didn’t know pain could feel good, but when he gives it, it’s so mixed up with the pleasure I can’t tell them apart. I grind myself helplessly along his hard length, needing relief so badly I think I’ll burst.

At last Warrick grabs my hips, and I feel his will crush down on me, pinning me in place. “Stop,” he orders. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I worry my bottom lip with my teeth, cowering as I stop my frantic movement. I want the experience I had with Ethan, but with Warrick. But I must have done something wrong.

“Don’t you want to bury your cock inside me?” I whisper.

Warrick’s cock throbs, and a drop of whitish liquid oozes out onto his wall of abs. He moves his thumb against that bud that makes me feel like I’ll burst like a comet overhead, and it’s all I can do not to move against him and find relief.