Page 48 of Enemy Wolf

“Father,” he said before kissing me again. “But he’s a piece of shit I’d rather not talk about right now.”

“Fair enough.” I closed my eyes to savor the taste of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue and light nips of his teeth. Meanwhile, I used my sense of touch to get him out of his jeans, finding that hard bulge with my fingers and pulling apart the zipper and button in my way. His reaction when I finally dipped into his boxers and palmed him was glorious.

“Oh fucking moon…” Orson’s head tilted back like he was going to start howling right then and there. But he righted himself, bringing his forehead to mine as he rolled his hips, thrusting through my grip. “You feel so good, Shiloh.”

“Easy, wolfman,” I laughed. “I’ve barely gotten started with you.”

“You’re already the end of me.” His hands went to my waistband and with little effort, he shimmied my pants over my hips and peeled them down my legs. I kicked off my shoes so he could finish the job, then I was completely bare before him.

Orson resumed his spot standing between my legs, even lifting my thighs so I could wrap them around his waist.

“Tell me if you get cold.” His mouth ran down the side of my neck, steady hands holding me in place on the seat of his motorcycle.

“I’m fine. Just don’t go anywhere.” My hands went to his shoulders for balance. He was so strong, solid like the ground supporting us.

“Never.” He growled it on a promise while one hand caressed over my hip and ventured down between my legs.

Orson found my clit with no direction, his thumb stroking over the aching bud in a rhythm that left me gasping and squirming. I squeezed around his shaft in return, stroking up the rigid column as I imagined him pressing inside me.

“Orson, please,” I whimpered, bucking against his hand. “I need you.”

“You’re going to come for me first, little witch,” he purred.

You’d think he’d be eager to get inside me just as much, but the werewolf took his sweet time playing with me. Orson dipped two fingers into me and stroked just enough to get me going, then he pulled them out to rub my wetness over my clit, making his touch even more slippery. My breath came in rough pants, the tension building up to a single point…and he pulled away to thrust his fingers inside me again.

“Fucking moon, you’re killing me,” I whined.

“I’ve barely gotten started with you.” He threw my own words back at me with a wolfish grin, which grew wider as I moaned and shook. He was fingering me in just the perfect spot, the rough pads of his fingertips curled up and hitting me there again and again…

When he withdrew his hand, I wanted to scream in frustration, not ecstasy. “I can’t come if you keep stopping!”

This time, he painted my nipples, making them glossy in the wetness from my pussy before leaning down to suck the tips into his mouth. Orson caressed down my belly to strum my clit again, and I couldn’t find it in me to complain. Not with him working so hard with his hand and mouth.

He was still hard in my fist, and when he started leaking precum, I followed his lead, spreading the wetness over the most sensitive, male part of him. Orson moaned with his mouth still around my nipple, and I yelped when his teeth grazed the sensitive tip.

When he released me with a pop of his mouth, he straightened to full height, his gaze smoldering like a blue flame. “I just can’t get enough of your taste,” he groaned, plunging his fingers inside me again. “It drives me just as wild now as it did that night.”

“I wanted to touch you here that night.” I squeezed his blunt head on an upward stroke. “I would’ve fucked you back then too.”

“I wanted to feel you come on my tongue until my jaw went numb.” His fingers found that spot inside me once again, and this time, his thumb went to work on my slickened clit, all digits working in tandem toward a single goal. He didn’t pull back this time, didn’t tease. Orson drove me headfirst toward the peak like a motorcycle on rocket fuel. With no brakes.

All of the edging he’d done to me earlier culminated into an explosive release, locking up all my muscles as the energy was wrung out of me. Magic even sparked at my fingertips. My consciousness seemed to leave my body and enter a new plane of existence. In my darkened vision, I even thought I saw a city in the distance. Maybe I had just gotten my first peek at the human world.

I blinked and found myself back in my body, staring into a pair of arctic blue eyes with the pupils blown wide. Orson stared wondrously at me, like he was both in awe and immensely pleased.

“You are nothing short of incredible.” At least, that was what I thought he said. My pulse was pounding so hard in my ears, my brain still fuzzy as I came down from the most intense orgasm of my life.

Orson withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty as he dragged the hot tips up my body. He reached the hollow of my throat before bringing them to his mouth once again.

“You like my taste that much?” I panted.

“I do.” He leaned in, lips glossy from my juices. “You taste like you were made for me.”

“That’s sweet, but,” I grabbed the edges of his pants, hanging low on his thighs, “I need to find out if you fit inside me like you were made for me.”

“So do I,” he groaned, giving in to my pulls until my thighs were snug around his trim waist and his cock rested on my lower belly. Even against my orgasm-heated skin, he was hot and pulsing. “Take me,” Orson said. “Put me where you want me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I tilted my hips, angled him toward my entrance, and let him slide in.

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