Betrayal: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 2) by Elianne Adams Page A

tortured her nipple while he did the same to the other with his mouth—his teeth. The gentle bite on the sensitive flesh had her quivering and needy cries spilling from her lips. He did it again and again, covering her breast with kisses and bites, driving her wolf mad.
    Unable to wait any longer, she reached between them and grasped the base of his cock.
    “Amalija, I need you,” he whispered against her skin then pressed a soft kiss to the swell of her breast. “All of you. He kissed the area just above her heart, nuzzling her skin before nipping it again.
    When she slid her hand to the head of his cock, he moaned again and thrust forward in her hand. His cock jerked against her palm, and so she did it again, reveling in the feel of him in her hand. But that wasn’t what she needed. Later, she could explore his body and drive him wild with want, but right then, she needed him inside her.
    Lining him up, she brought her mouth to his ear, nipping at his lobe. “Please, Wesken, now.”
    Wesken grunted and let go of her nipple with a pop. She managed to get her hand out of the way just as he slammed forward, taking her in one hard thrust. He claimed her mouth again, ravishing her with his kiss as he sunk all the way in. Even though his kiss went on, the rest of him stilled. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, but he kept himself seated deep inside her.
    She wanted more all at once, yet didn’t want it to end, and if he moved right then, it would. She was that close. With one little swipe on her clit, she would shatter all around him. With one thrust of his cock, she would explode.
    Heat and unbridled passion shone in his eyes when he pulled his lips from hers to look at her. “I want to bite you so much it hurts.”
    She swallowed her moan at the pleasure his words sent streaking through her. He’d been biting her skin since he’d come barging through the door. This was more. He was asking if he could claim her, and she’d be damned if she left any doubt about what she wanted. She tilted her head to the side, presenting him with her neck. “So, what’s stopping you?”
    He opened his mouth as though to say something more, but then he swooped down, pulling his hips back at the same time. His teeth clamped around her flesh, then as he slammed home again, he bit her. White hot pleasure crashed over her as he held her there. Everything around them disappeared. Her breath caught in her throat, and she let out a long, husky cry. Then he started moving. He thrust into her—long, hard thrusts that had the table slamming against the wall and sent the framed picture hanging there crashing to the floor next to them.
    Amalija held on to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her. The sound of cracking wood didn’t slow him down. Instead, he tightened his grip on her hips, keeping her safe even as they lost themselves in each other. As soon as he released her neck, Amalija leaned in.
    “Mine,” she whispered before she staked her claim. Biting into his shoulder sent a ripple of pleasure through her, and try as she might, she couldn’t hold back. Her body quivered and quaked all around him, gripping his cock in tight spasms as he drove himself into her. His grunts and moans came louder and louder until he cried out, then stilled as he came deep inside her.
    Amalija didn’t release him until every last aftershock subsided, and even then, it was only enough to bury her face in his neck. She didn’t know what had happened, or why, but she didn’t care. He was there, and he had claimed her. They would work the rest out.
     
     
     

TWENTY-TWO
    Wesken hadn’t intended on taking Amalija right there in her front entrance, much less claiming her. That wasn’t entirely true. He had wanted to sit down and talk to her. Tell her what he knew, and from the stories Roxie and James had told her before he’d come to her, he knew a lot. Then he’d planned on asking her to fill in the