Page 32 of Wicked Savage Wolves
He groans again, his eyes hooded as he drinks in my naked form.
A hand runs up my thigh before pushing my legs apart, exposing my most intimate flesh to his hungry gaze. Instead of climbing onto the bed like I expect him to, he kneels down at the edge of the mattress, bringing his face eye level with my core.
Instinctively, I try and close my legs but his hands on either side keep me spread and open to him. “I’m going to kiss you,” he tells me and then begins trailing hot wet kisses along the inside of my leg. He bites the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, forcing me to stiffen and cry out from the unexpected sting. But then he’s laving his tongue over the small wound, kissing the slight pain away, and I relax in his hold again. When he gets close to my core, he repeats the movements on my other thigh, taking his time. His teeth scrape against my skin and I’m panting now. A complete puddle as my limbs tighten in eager anticipation.
When his face finally comes back to my center, his eyes darken, drunk with need. He takes a deep breath, inhaling me before his tongue darts out and licks me back to front. My hips buck off the bed and I cry out at the sensations.Holy… wow.
After that one lick, Rafael buries his face between my thighs. Licking, sucking, biting. Sensations tumble through me, too many to count and the next thing I know my release is thundering toward me. I’m so close. I can feel my releaserightthere. And then, like breaking through a dam, it crashes through me. It’s like a tsunami I can’t escape, the fastest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and I cry out with my release, screaming his name. “Rafe!”
Then he’s on top of me. He’s removed his boxer briefs and his hard length is pressed against my lower stomach as he pulls my legs up on either side of him, nestling himself between me. He slides against my wet center and I tilt my hips back, widening my legs to grant him a better angle.
He rears back and curses. “Fuck.”
I startle and my eyes go wide. “What?”
He climbs off of me and runs a hand through his dark brown hair.
Humiliation sweeps through me and I jerk into a seated position, wrapping my arms around my chest to cover myself.
“Condom,” he bites out. Then he looks at me and his eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”
“I…” A blush warms my cheeks as he stands there in all his naked glory without a care in the world. “I… Ah…” I have no words.
He steps closer and leans down, kissing me hard and deep before biting my bottom lip and giving it a tug. My hands fall away from my breasts and I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back with a smirk, “I’m getting a condom and then I’m fucking that tight little pussy of yours. Neither of us need a pup running around.”
I swallow hard. “O-okay,” I whisper, hating how unsure I sound. I brush loose strands of hair from my face and then his words slam into me.Condom. Oh my god. I almost had sex with him without one. What was I thinking? Shifters can’t catch STDs and we’re immune to most diseases but I absolutely can get pregnant and am five times more likely to if I have sex with another shifter, and even more likely to if the shifter in question is the same breed—a wolf.
He strides out of the room completely naked, only to come back seconds later with a square foil packet in his hands. He tears it open with his teeth, rolls it on his thick, hard length, and then is right back in front of me. He kisses me again and leans forward, pressing me back against the mattress.
“Ready for me?” he asks as he lines his cock up with my center. His wolf stares back at me through his eyes, his expression serious.
“Yes,” I say, because right now the idea of him anywhere but inside of me gives both me and my wolf a panicky feeling. When the head of his erection nudges against my core, he locks his eyes with mine and he holds my gaze, but I sense no challenge from his wolf.
“I won’t be gentle.”
I nod in consent and with that one small motion, he’s slamming into me in a single hard, smooth thrust. Stars explode behind my eyelids and I push my hips up to meet his, gasping at how full I feel. He lets out a string of curses. One hand tightens on my hip, pressing me down into the mattress as the other rests beside my head, bracing his body above mine.
“So fucking good, vanilla.”
I whimper his name and kiss the strong column of his neck, nipping playfully.
He slides out of me, slow and smooth before thrusting back inside, this time even harder. Deeper. I grab hold of his biceps, holding onto him like my life depends on it. His groans undo me.
He grips my jaw and slams his mouth down on mine, devouring me like he’s starved for my taste. He kisses my lips, my neck, my shoulder, and then he’s thrusting hard and fast, not giving me a chance to catch my breath. His kisses grow more aggressive as he all but punishes my body. His hold on me is so tight I know the Lyc-V in my system will have to work to heal the bruises on my skin and I don’t even care.
I’m on fire. Every cell in my body humming with greedy need and expectation. I can feel another orgasm building inside me and I offer no resistance.
A needy moan climbs up my throat, my body winding tighter and tighter.Oh, my god.“I’m going to come again,” I pant.
Rafael pulls out of me and I cry out at the loss of contact but then he’s flipping me over onto my stomach, pulling at my hips until my ass is raised high up in the air. Then he slams his cock back inside of me. This angle has him thrusting deeper almost to the point of pain. But it’s the best pain.
“Come for me, Isa. Come hard.” He tangles one hand in my hair, pulling my head back as far as it will go, my spine arches and my breasts thrust forward. My inner walls clench tight around him and my orgasm shatters around me. Colors explode like fireworks behind my eyelids. He feels that good. So, freaking good.
He begins driving himself harder into me, grinding his teeth with each savage stroke. “Mine,” he snarls, biting my shoulder, his blunt human teeth scraping my flesh. My wolf sings in approval.
He fucks me raw and angry, pounding into me without mercy as though he’s exorcising his demons. My hands itch to touch him. To roam his muscular body. But I can’t in this position. All I can do is barely manage to hold on to my sanity as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before, effectively ruining me for anyone else who might come after him.
