Page 43 of Wicked Wolf

Now that he had her here, in his room, his bed, his arms, he knew he couldn’t let her go.

That scared him more than he thought possible.

She tilted her head. “I’m standing here naked with you. I don’t want to go back either. We’ll talk about everything later, I promise. Now, Quinn, please, fill me. I don’t want to lose whatever moment we have left.”

He licked his lips then kissed her again, knowing that they’d find a way to make this work. They had to.

His hands molded her ass while her hands roamed his back. Craving her, he lifted her up and then onto the bed. They fell together in a tangle of limbs, his legs giving out with his need.

He leaned up and grinned at the laughter in her eyes.

“Smooth,” she teased.

“I’ll show you smooth, witch, ” he growled back. This time when he said the word “witch,” it felt like an endearment, not a curse. That was progress at least.

He crushed his mouth to hers, rocking his body along hers. She arched up against him, her hands gripping his biceps. He pulled back, wanting more of her. When she licked her lips, he did the same then went to her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples.

“You have fantastic tits,” he murmured then bit down.

She gasped then moaned, pressing her breasts into his face. With his free hand, he rolled her other nipple between his fingers then pinched.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she panted.

He laved at her skin then switched to her other breast, wanting her eager and writhing beneath him. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, but from the way Gina was reacting, maybe he hadn’t lost his touch.

Or maybe it was just Gina…

“Please, I need to come, Quinn. I just need you.”

He pulled his attention from her chest then kissed her again. When he leaned over her, he positioned himself at her entrance.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice a growl.

She blinked up at him. “Yes.”

There was no hesitation, no worry in her voice.

Thank the goddess.

He slowly breached her entrance, keeping his gaze on hers. Her pussy tightened around his cock, her inner walls so damn tight he had to focus hard so he wouldn’t come before he was fully inside her.

Since he was over her body on his forearms, she reached out and grasped his hand, and he sucked in a breath. Their fingers tangled then he cupped her face with his other hand.

If she let him touch her again, he’d go hard and sweaty next time. Right then, he only wanted to feel her around him as he bound their souls and their wolves.

Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt.

“I need a second,” he ground out, his body pulsing.

“You’re really freaking big, Quinn,” she panted. “Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, move.”

He grinned before kissing her. “You say such sweet things.” Then he moved, pulling out of her then slowly inching back in. The sweet torture would surely kill him, but he didn’t care.

He was taking her future away and binding her to him. He’d make sure it would be worth it. There could be no other outcome.

“Faster!”

He shook his head. “Next time,” he rasped out.