so badly, if she weren’t used to delivering these kinds of wounds with her own teeth, she’d have gagged on her own spit and run screaming from the room.
Instead, she ignored the lust still coursing through her and using one of the cloths she retrieved from the side table, wiped away the blood to reveal a neck that was no longer severed nearly off but only had a small cut all the way around. He still hadn’t opened his eyes or spoken.
“Are you in there? Say something.”
“I feel you inside me.” His gravelly voice brought tears to her eyes. “I want to feel me inside you.”
With a lunge, he flipped them. He landed on top of her and nestled his hard cock between her spread thighs. Canting his hips, he thrust inside her in one hard push.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” She gripped his shoulders to keep from screaming, it felt so good to have him stretching and filling her. Her thighs clamped around his hips and held him securely. He didn’t move but nuzzled his face between her breasts. His mouth clamped down on her nipple and his tongue flicked the bud as he sucked. She groaned. “Oh fuck, yeah.”
She felt him grin around her breast but he didn’t stop. He licked across her chest to tease her other nipple. Her hands threaded in his hair and held him to her as his hips finally started moving in a languid pace. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”
He bit her nipple and she did scream then.
“I’ll give it to you exactly how I want, mate.”
The word zinged through her and her she-wolf brushed against her mind, pleased with Tiago’s claim. But then the wolf calmed, letting her leave the confusion of that internal beast behind and try to understand it all.
“You sure you’re new to this sex thing? You sure are bossy.”
He thrust hard. Once, twice, then lifted his head from toying with her nipples and the expression on his face nearly undid her. He was tender but possessive all at the same time. His mouth, red and wet from licking her, quirked up in a half-smile as his eyes glistened, searching her—looking inside her to see everything she’d ever been. And all she’d ever be. She was bared to him, body and mind.
“I’m sure. You’re it for me.” He kissed the tip of her nose but didn’t move otherwise. She squirmed beneath him, desperate for his hips to rock that thick and hard cock into her. “You brought me back from the edge of death. Nothing else could have done that. I was too close, but the connection between us kept me fighting to hang on. And your courage, your irreverence, your innate need to defend what’s yours. You killed VanDross, didn’t you?”
“How?” She couldn’t ask how he’d seen that when he was dead.
“I had a sense of what you did as I lay in a fog of gray. You claimed me then. You defended me—made me yours in that defense.”
She trailed her hands from his hair and down his back until she palmed his ass and squeezed. His hips bucked forward and his cock moved, giving her the friction she needed.
“If you’re mine, then give me what I crave.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Montevedo.”
He slammed into her with such force the bed shook. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles at his back and urging him on.
“Don’t. Go. So. Far. I’m. Ona. Wolf. Rick.” She stuttered, one word for each thrust that rocked her entire body.
“Mrs. Montevedo,” he demanded and rose up over her. His arms straightened and his body levered, grinding down on her mound, giving her clit so much pressure she ached to come.
“Wolfrick,” she gasped and gripped his arms as the force of their joining sent her body up the bed.
He pinned her shoulders down and shoved his hips into her, making her legs spread wide to accommodate him. Stroking in short, powerful thrusts, he sent her mind reeling. His lips came down for a kiss and his tongue plunged inside her, giving her his hickory taste that she’d become addicted to in such a short time. He pulled away before she
Instead, she ignored the lust still coursing through her and using one of the cloths she retrieved from the side table, wiped away the blood to reveal a neck that was no longer severed nearly off but only had a small cut all the way around. He still hadn’t opened his eyes or spoken.
“Are you in there? Say something.”
“I feel you inside me.” His gravelly voice brought tears to her eyes. “I want to feel me inside you.”
With a lunge, he flipped them. He landed on top of her and nestled his hard cock between her spread thighs. Canting his hips, he thrust inside her in one hard push.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” She gripped his shoulders to keep from screaming, it felt so good to have him stretching and filling her. Her thighs clamped around his hips and held him securely. He didn’t move but nuzzled his face between her breasts. His mouth clamped down on her nipple and his tongue flicked the bud as he sucked. She groaned. “Oh fuck, yeah.”
She felt him grin around her breast but he didn’t stop. He licked across her chest to tease her other nipple. Her hands threaded in his hair and held him to her as his hips finally started moving in a languid pace. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”
He bit her nipple and she did scream then.
“I’ll give it to you exactly how I want, mate.”
The word zinged through her and her she-wolf brushed against her mind, pleased with Tiago’s claim. But then the wolf calmed, letting her leave the confusion of that internal beast behind and try to understand it all.
“You sure you’re new to this sex thing? You sure are bossy.”
He thrust hard. Once, twice, then lifted his head from toying with her nipples and the expression on his face nearly undid her. He was tender but possessive all at the same time. His mouth, red and wet from licking her, quirked up in a half-smile as his eyes glistened, searching her—looking inside her to see everything she’d ever been. And all she’d ever be. She was bared to him, body and mind.
“I’m sure. You’re it for me.” He kissed the tip of her nose but didn’t move otherwise. She squirmed beneath him, desperate for his hips to rock that thick and hard cock into her. “You brought me back from the edge of death. Nothing else could have done that. I was too close, but the connection between us kept me fighting to hang on. And your courage, your irreverence, your innate need to defend what’s yours. You killed VanDross, didn’t you?”
“How?” She couldn’t ask how he’d seen that when he was dead.
“I had a sense of what you did as I lay in a fog of gray. You claimed me then. You defended me—made me yours in that defense.”
She trailed her hands from his hair and down his back until she palmed his ass and squeezed. His hips bucked forward and his cock moved, giving her the friction she needed.
“If you’re mine, then give me what I crave.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Montevedo.”
He slammed into her with such force the bed shook. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles at his back and urging him on.
“Don’t. Go. So. Far. I’m. Ona. Wolf. Rick.” She stuttered, one word for each thrust that rocked her entire body.
“Mrs. Montevedo,” he demanded and rose up over her. His arms straightened and his body levered, grinding down on her mound, giving her clit so much pressure she ached to come.
“Wolfrick,” she gasped and gripped his arms as the force of their joining sent her body up the bed.
He pinned her shoulders down and shoved his hips into her, making her legs spread wide to accommodate him. Stroking in short, powerful thrusts, he sent her mind reeling. His lips came down for a kiss and his tongue plunged inside her, giving her his hickory taste that she’d become addicted to in such a short time. He pulled away before she
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