Page 72 of Enemy Wolf

He answered by leaning in and biting my stuck-out lip. At the same time, he yanked off my pants in one smooth motion. My shirt and bra came off in a flurry of fabric and rough kisses.

When we were finally skin-to-skin, the weight and warmth of him was so sweet, I had to sigh out in pleasure. Orson ran his nose down my neck, kissing the hollow of my throat when he got there.

“Where do you want my bite?” He ran kisses from the corner of my jaw to the crook of my neck, then to my shoulder, like he was testing each spot.

“Here.” I turned my head, exposing the side of my neck, and pointed right to the center.

Orson purred as his warm fingers caressed over the spot. “Everyone will see.”

“Good. That’s what I want.”

He blinked like he couldn’t believe it, and then a crease formed between his eyebrows.

“What is it?” I stroked his cheek, bringing his attention back to my face.

He swallowed and then sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you either.”

Sweet moon, I didn’t know my heart could fit any more love for this wolf.

“I know you would never hurt me. Any pain will be temporary.” I held his face in my hands as I kissed him. “I want this, and I want you more than anything.”

Not another word needed to be said. Orson met my eyes and lowered another kiss to my mouth. This one was deeper, hungrier, sealing a promise that we both understood without the need to speak.

My legs slid apart so Orson could ease between them. His cock dragged a hot, pulsing touch down my lower belly as he drew his hips back. I gasped into his kiss when his head rested over my clit, the weight of it pressing and teasing my most sensitive spot.

Orson grinned against my lips as he continued to draw back slowly, letting that blunt head drag along my sensitive lips. My pulse pounded between my legs, and every muscle was taut with anticipation.

When he finally pressed forward, my body took him inside with one fluid stroke. The way he stretched and filled me made me arch with a gasp against his mouth.

My arms and legs went around him, gripping his waist with my thighs and scoring my nails down his back. Orson could only retreat from my body so much before sliding deeply back inside where he belonged. Each press forward and drag backward was intentional. Not slow, but I felt every inch with each motion, the friction exquisite and inescapable.

Like me, Orson was savoring every sensation. His mouth roamed over my body just as much as my hands did him, kissing my mouth, my collarbones, my sternum, and teasing the sensitive points of my nipples with his teeth. He always returned to the spot I’d pointed to on my neck, kissing and licking there reverently, as if to prime it for what was to come.

With all the touching and the delicious way he fucked me, my orgasm approached at a slow, steady build. My hips curled up underneath him, angling my clit to take more of the impact, and the pleasure coiled up even faster from there.

“I’m close…” I panted into Orson’s ear. “So close…fuck, it’s so good…”

A pleased, purring growl vibrated his chest, and he ran his teeth along the pulse in my neck. “That’s my sweet witch. Take all you need from me.”

I held onto the back of his arms, digging into the flexed muscles as he kept a steady pace, his body crashing into mine in a way that was powerful but unhurried. Looking down between us, it was so hot to watch him move. Even now, he had the fluid grace of an animal despite his bulk and musculature. His abs flexed with every breath, every thrust. His hipbones made a V-shape that pointed right to where he fucked me. Eventually it was the visual that took me over the edge, watching my werewolf mate take me there like my own personal porn film.

The first strike of the orgasm hit my system, and then Orson struck my neck.

It didn’t hurt, but heat rushed my body from head to toe like someone swinging a torch over me. Sensations filled me, and I couldn’t tell the difference between the mating bond and the orgasm. I felt weightless and clung to Orson’s arms so I wouldn’t float away into space.

My pulse throbbed between my legs, and I felt something new under my skin, a presence that wasn’t there before and definitely wasn’t me. In my mind’s eye, I saw a beautiful silver wolf with pale blue eyes, and he was happy beyond expression. I knew because I felt it from him, the overjoyed paw taps, the happy spins, and the tail wagging that wouldn’t quit.

Hello, Orson’s wolf, I greeted him in that mind space.

The wolf gently mouthed on me, his teeth touching down without any pressure behind them. Mark me too? he asked, almost bashfully.

Yes, of course. I didn’t have a mating bite like a wolf, but right then, I knew instinctively what to do.

Magic concentrated in my fingertips as I returned my awareness to my physical body. Orson was still inside me, his mouth gently licking my neck to soothe his bite. He must have noticed the instant I came back online because he pulled away to stare at my face. “Are you okay?”

I kissed him in reply, squeezing around his cock internally to encourage him to resume. “Your wolf is such a good boy,” I sighed dreamily.

He moaned at that, the sound something between relief and pleasure. His cock was rigid as stone as he moved through me, his pace becoming frenzied as he panted harder. Like he had done, I wanted his orgasm at the same moment I marked him.

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