Page 187 of Wicked Savage Wolves
He smirks. “Wolves make deals, momma.”
I lick my lips. Fuck it, I’ll give this man whatever he wants for tacos. Especially tacos from Del Leon’s. Trust me, if you had them, you would too.
He must sense my answer because before the words even leave my mouth, he’s spun me around and presses my front against the cold tile wall. I hiss. “God, that is cold.” I slap him with a spray of water but it does little to deter him, not that I’m trying all that hard.
I can feel his smile against my bare shoulder as his lips trail over my wet skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll help warm you up.”
One hand wraps around to cup my breasts, the other slipping between my thighs. I groan and grind my ass against him. “How much time do we have?” I ask, my voice husky. I don’t even care that he’s squeezing my breast, making more milk come out. The shower does its part to wash it away. Why have we not done the whole show sex thing before?
“Enough.” His feet force my stance wider as he positions himself at my entrance. “Do you want my cock?” He asks, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear and his wolf thick in my voice.
I shiver, dropping my head back against his shoulder as his hand finds my clit and he works me over with small, quick, circles.
“Mariposa—” there’s a warning in his voice but I ignore it, my body growing tighter and tighter as I strain toward my release. Between César and Jordy's siblings, finding time alone has been next to impossible.
His other hand kneads my breast, his touch almost painful but then he stops and makes a tsking sound in the back of his throat.
What? Why is he stopping?
I move to turn but he holds me in place.
“I asked you a question,” his voice is guttural.
I wrack my brain for what he could have asked but come up blank.
“Umm … yes?” I say, though it comes out like more of a question than a statement.
“You sound unsure?” Shit. Was that the wrong answer.
The water temperature dips and I know if I want hot shower sex, we better get this ball rolling. And trust me, I do. I really, really do.
“I’m sure. Very sure. Yes!” I say.
He laughs. “Good.” Jordy thrusts inside me in one fluid motion, my body clenching around the intrusion but god does he feel good. He’s so big, so thick. My pussy aches as I stretch to accommodate him and my eyes close before his hand lands on my ass with a loud smack that echoes in the room.
I jump, my eyes springing open.
“That’s for not listening when I asked you a question,” he says, his hand smoothing over my backside and rubbing the sting away.
“Was it the wrong answer?” I ask on a breathy moan.
He bites my shoulder. “No. Which is why you only got one spanking.”
Too bad.
His hands move to my hips and I bite my lower lip as he fucks me from behind, a position that has quickly become his favorite. Jordy is possessive in the extreme, his wolf even more so. It didn’t take long to realize he likes having control especially in the bedroom and I’ve learned I am all too happy to give it to him. I love when he gets like this. When he tries to own my body because lord knows he already owns my soul.
“That’s it, Jo. You like that?”
“Yes.” My release edges closer once again but then he stills. I smack the wall in front of me with an open hand, a sound of frustration escaping between my lips.
“If you want my cock, fuck it.” He tells me.
I glare at him over my shoulder. “And if I don’t?”
He steps back, his dick sliding out of me before I thrust my hips back to follow. He grins, his smile both savage and sinful. “I have a feeling you will.”
He’s so damn sure of himself. I grit my teeth. Too bad he also isn’t wrong. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I work my hips back and forth.
