Page 41 of Wicked Wolf

Good enough. He nodded then crushed his mouth to hers. She yelped then sank into him. He tangled his hand in her hair, gripping it so he could take control. She pushed against him, biting his lip.

“I’m not a submissive wolf, Quinn,” she panted. “You don’t get to take control.”

He grinned then, his wolf coming to the surface. “Good. I want you to push back. I don’t need you on your knees unless you want to be. The thought of you on your knees when I pump into you from behind turns me on though. When I fuck your mouth or your pussy, I want you to be right there with me. I want your hands on my body, your nails scoring my back. I want you to fuck me as hard as I fuck you. Sound good?”

Her pupils dilated, and she bit her lip. He leaned down and licked the spot she’d bitten, wanting a taste.

“You’re going all in, aren’t you?”

He kissed up her jaw then licked her earlobe. “I’m in this for the long haul.” With his body and his soul. He had no choice in the matter, and if he thought about it hard enough, he knew he didn’t want the choice. His heart, though, that would have to be hidden from her. He couldn’t risk losing himself again when Gina thought more about what she was doing.

He didn’t know if he could survive that.

Because while he’d loved Helena with the heart of a young man, Gina was turning out to be everything he wanted in a wolf.

That was dangerous.

“Then fuck me,” she said. “Mate with me.”

He put his hands on her ass then lifted her up. Her legs went around his waist, and his cock pressed against her heat. “Yes.”

She kissed him while cupping his face. He nipped at her then kissed her back, all the while carrying her back to his bedroom.

He’d never brought a woman to his room. Helena hadn’t lived here since he’d moved out of his place as soon as he could. It had been five long years since he’d been buried within a woman, and now he was starting to feel a bit nervous. Honestly, with the way Gina was wrapped around him, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.

He set her down at the foot of the bed then cupped her face before kissing her again, this time a bit rougher.

Her wolf was at the surface, and her eyes glowed gold. They both knew what was about to happen, and a small part of him was excited. That part wanted her. All of her.

He had to push that part away for its own good.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Then he slammed his mind down from thinking and focused only on the woman in front of him. The gorgeous woman in front of him.

He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.

“It’s okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want.”

He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard then willed his cock to behave as she traced his chest with her fingertips. Her fingers danced along the ink on his arms and chest, seemingly taking in every inch of him. He let her explore, let her set the pace. If he didn’t, he’d have her on her back and open for him in the blink of an eye.

“When did you get this?” she asked, her hands on his ink.

He cleared his throat. “When I was eighteen. I thought it was cool despite the fact I didn’t really think about how long I’d have it.” Considering wolves lived for centuries, that was a long freaking time.

“I like the fact that it’s a wolf, yet not really. It’s all tribal and lines.”

He nodded then took a deep breath before putting his hand on her waist. Her gaze shot to his, and then she smiled.

His wolf perked up, wanting her to smile again.

His hands traced her hips then he gripped the edge of her shirt before pulling it over her head. He’d seen her naked before when they’d shifted, but now it was a whole different matter. Now he could rake his gaze over her body and learn every inch of her. She was his to bond with, his to make love to, his to learn and lick and taste.

She licked her lips, and he kissed her. They pressed their bodies against one another, only parting to strip off the rest of their clothes. Soon they were naked, his cock hard, throbbing, and pressing into her belly. Her nipples pebbled against his skin, and he wanted a taste.

He knelt down before her then looked up. “I want to taste every inch of you before I fuck you, Gina.”

She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. “More licking. Less talking.”