Page 22 of Rescued By The Wolf

“Fuck, mate. You’re so goddamn beautiful. Seeing you like this. Fuck, it’s perfection.”

His praise has me feeling tingly, and I blush as I get back to sucking his cock. I twist my hand around the base of his length, and his hips shoot off the bed.

“Shit, Sophie!”

I get into a rhythm, and soon, Flint’s dick is swelling on my tongue.

“Sophie, mate, I’m going to come,” he warns me, and I moan, encouraging him to come in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and a second later, he’s coming.

I swallow down his release and grin up at him. When I lick my lips, Flint growls at me. He reaches for me, and a second later, he’s flipping us over and thrusting into me.

“So. Fucking. Hot,” he grits out, punctuating each word with a thrust.

“Flint!” I gasp, and he snarls into my neck, licking over the bite mark there.

I come.

Hard.

I seem to do that whenever he touches that mark. I want to ask him about it, but my mind blanks with my release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Flint chants as he finds his own release.

We’re both panting as we come down from our highs and stare at each other.

“Good morning,” I pant, and he chuckles.

“A very good morning,” he agrees.

He leans down and kisses me as he pulls out. We both groan then, and I want to pull him back into me, but he rolls over onto his side first.

“Come on. Let’s take a shower.”

I nod, letting him pull me from the bed. We head into the bathroom and he turns the shower on, dragging me under the spray.

I sigh as the warm water runs over my tired muscles. Flint smiles, picking up a washcloth and squirting some body wash onto it. He lathers and starts to wash my body. I let him clean me and watch as he washes himself.

He always takes care of me first.

Taking care of me. He’s always taking care of me. He’s always looking out for me. I’ve never had that before and didn’t realize how nice it is. I didn’t realize how fast I would get used to it and start to crave it.

It hits me then like a ton of bricks.

I love Flint.

I knew it the other day, or at least that I was falling for him, but now, I’m one hundred percent sure. It’s like he said. We really were fated to be together.

“I need to go to work today,” Flint tells me apologetically as he uses a towel to dry me off.

I love how he’s always there for me, anticipating what I need before I can ever do it myself. I’ve spent most of my life fending for myself and it’s nice to have someone to rely on. It’s even better that Flint seems to love spoiling me so much.

“Okay. I applied for a few jobs so I wanted to check my email,” I tell him.

“Jobs up here?” Flint asks excitedly, and I nod.

“Yeah, I did it yesterday when you were at work.”

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