Page 98 of Wicked Savage Wolves
“Play with your tits, Isa,” he demands. I do as he orders, massaging my breast and tugging at my aching nipples.
He groans, his fingers working in and out of me. Pleasure assaults me as my climax moves closer, but I don’t want to come on his fingers. I want to come with him buried inside of me. Reach down, I grip his shaft.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “I need you. Now.”
He hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. His fingers withdraw from my needy center and I’m on the verge of angry tears when he surprises me and drops down between my legs. Gripping my thighs, he drags his tongue along my slit.
I moan.
He consumes me as though starved, feasting on my lips, my core, my aching clit. Within seconds I’m a whimpering puddle, desperate for release.
“Rafe!”
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs against me, dipping a finger back inside.
I groan at the intrusion, tilting my hips up as I fight to get even closer. He sucks on my clit again and I cry out, stars exploding behind my eyelids. My orgasm crashes over me and he snarls between my legs, lapping at my release. When the trembling in my legs stops, he draws back and disappointment flares inside of me, but it doesn’t last long.
The next thing I know, he’s lining up his cock with my opening, swiping the head through my slick entrance.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
“God, yes.” I press my feet against the back of his calves, pushing him forward as he slips inside me. His movements are controlled, his breathing ragged, and his gaze hungry. I cup the side of his face, facing him to meet my gaze.
“I want you. All of you. Forever and always.” I tell him. My words have the intended effect and he lets himself off his leash, his eyes twin pools of mercury. Thrusting forward, he buries himself inside me with a grunt, quickly drawing back and slamming into me again. One big strong hand wraps around the back of my neck, the other holds my hip, and I lean back, bracing myself on the desk as he fucks me. His balls slap against my ass with each one of his thrusts and he drives me toward another frenzy.
A mixture of whimpers and moans come from my throat to add to the wet slurping sounds that fill the room. He dips his head, lips seeking mine and giving me a taste of myself. I moan into his mouth, surprised by how turned on I am tasting myself in his kiss. I arch my hips and he growls, finding a new angle and hitting a spot deep inside me that has my wolf singing. I bite my bottom lip, fighting back the sounds threatening to escape.
“Come on my cock, Isa,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to make it much longer.”
Reaching between us, he circles my still sensitive clit and within seconds I cry out, my orgasm shattering me. Rafe thrusts into me, his movements erratic as my pussy convulses around him.
A harsh groan falls from his lips and I see a flash of fang seconds before his teeth bite down on the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. He thrusts into me one last time before jerking his hips back, his release splashing over my expose stomach, his teeth still buried in my neck. I cling to him, my wolf howling in approval as she and his wolf unite, forging an unbreakable bond.
I feel his wolf in my mind, a comfortable presence that fills me with contentment. Rafe pulls back, a small trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth. We’re both breathing hard in the now still room. Rafael looks down at me, his wolf receding from eyes full of love and devotion. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “And all mine.”
“Forever and always,” I tell him.
“Forever and always,” he agrees, pressing his forehand against mine. My eyes stray to the tattoo on his hand, spotting theplanifolia.
God, I love this man. I know we’re young. But, I know without a shadow of a doubt that we were made for one another. Our wolves are each others better halves. He kisses me once more before helping me clean his cum from my stomach. His nostrils flares and I tilt my head in question.
“You smell like me,” he smirks. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re wicked,” I tell him, not hating the idea.
“You have no idea.”
PartTwo
Savage Wolves & Dangerous Deals
He’s savage.
He’s sinful.
He’s everything I told myself I didn’t need.
But for just one night, I’ll give in to temptation.
