Page 72 of Left Cold, Wolf Owned
"Still planning to explain these someday?" she murmurs.
"Someday," I confirm low. "Not tonight."
"No," she agrees and pulls me down to her.
I take my time with her mouth first—her jaw, her throat, the place below her ear that makes her breath catch—and by the time I work my way lower, she has both hands in my hair, and she is making sounds that my wolf responds to with the specific, total attention of something that has claimed this person and knows it completely.
My mouth finds her breast, and she arches hard into it, a sharp sound escaping before she can manage it.
"Logan," she gasps.
"Still here," I confirm against her skin.
"I noticed," she breathes.
I work lower down. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, and her fingers tighten in my hair, and she says my name in pieces that don't quite hold their shape anymore. When she comes apart, it's with her back arching off the bed and both hands gripping the pillow above her head, and I stay with her through every second of it until she pulls me back up by the shoulders with considerable urgency.
"Now," she breathes against my mouth. "Right now."
I reach between us and find her—moist and ready, her hips already rolling toward me—and I position my cock at her entrance and press forward slowly, watching her face with the full attention I give everything that matters.
The sound she makes when I fill her completely is something I am going to hear for the rest of my life.
"Okay?" I check low.
"Move," she instructs. "Please. Now."
I move.
Deep and deliberate, the pace of a beast in no hurry and intends for her to feel every stroke. She rises to meet each one, her legs wrapped around me, her nails at my back, her mouth against my jaw, saying things that have stopped being organized into sentences. Her pussy grips me on every withdrawal, and the heat of her is something I can feel from my spine outward.
"You feel—" I start, rough against her ear.
"Don't stop," she gasps. "Whatever you're about to say, don't stop."
I don't stop.
I press deeper, changing the angle, and feel her breath go ragged against my collarbone. Each stroke fills her completely, the drag back making her claw at my back for more, and I giveher more because there is nothing in the world I want to do more than give her exactly what she's asking for.
"Logan—" His name comes out of her in pieces. "Right there. Don't you dare move."
I don't move. I keep the angle and the pace and feel her build toward it—the specific tightening of her around me, the way her thighs grip harder, and the way her breathing stops being breathing and becomes something more urgent.
She comes the second time without warning, her pussy clenching around my cock with a grip that drives the air from my lungs and pulls a sound from me that has nothing managed left in it. I press deep and hold while she shakes through it, feeling every pulse of her around me, and when she's still breathing like she's survived something, I pull back and flip her onto her stomach.
She makes an unambiguously enthusiastic sound.
I pull her hips up and sink back into her from behind, and she drops her head forward and grips the headboard with both hands, and the new angle takes me deeper than before, and she gasps my name into the pillow.
"Logan—" Broken. Breathless. "God?—"
"I've got you," I confirm, low and certain, and I mean it in every possible sense.
I reach around and find her clit with my thumb and work it in slow, deliberate circles while I move inside her, and the combination reduces her to a single long sound that has my name somewhere between each moan. I feel her come apart a third time—her whole body shaking, her pussy gripping my cock in rhythmic waves that pull me directly to the edge—and this time I don't hold back.
I drive deep and let go.
The orgasm tears through me from the base of my spine outward, my cock pulsing hard inside her as I come—my handslocked on her hips, her name on my lips, everything in me releasing at once with a force that leaves me breathless and certain and entirely, completely present. I stay buried inside her through every wave of it, feeling the heat of us both, feeling her still trembling beneath me, and I press my mouth to her shoulder and hold on until we're both still.
