Page 48 of Prisoner of the Lycan Prince

Bracing himself on one forearm, he gripped his shaft and stroked the swollen, leaking head up and down my cleft. “My kind are immune from disease,” he said. “And I’m unlikely to get you pregnant, but?—”

“I get the shot,” I said. Although, maybe he wasn’t familiar with modern medicine. “It’s human birth control.”

Amusement shone in his eyes as he continued his lazy, tormenting strokes. “I know what it is.” He positioned himself at my opening and eased his hips forward, filling me by inches. Heat and pressure teased my passage. But I was finished being teased. I needed more.

Before I realized what I was doing, I’d gripped his jaw. “Then shut up and fuck me,” I said, my voice guttural.

His answering growl was thick with approval. He entered me in one swift thrust.

I cried out, my inner muscles clamping around him. He’d prepped me thoroughly, but he still stretched me, his hard length leaving me no space of my own.

But I didn’t want space. I just wanted him.

“More,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pulled him tightly against me, and we both shuddered as his balls nestled against my ass.

A smile played around his mouth as he held himself still above me. Inside me. He traced my bottom lip with a rough thumb before trailing his fingers down my chest to cup one of my breasts. “So demanding, sweetheart. Who knew you’d be a little general in bed.”

Raising one eyebrow, I squeezed my inner muscles around his dick. “And you’re still talking.”

Einar caught his breath. Then a mix of challenge and determination entered his eyes. Going to both forearms, he began to move, working his hips in a slow, sexy grind that grazed my clit.

Sparks sizzled through my veins. My lips parted on a low, breathy moan as I arched up to meet him, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“So tight,” he murmured, maintaining his thorough, unhurried strokes. His chest hair grazed my breasts. The wet sound of his cock driving into me filled my ears. “Such a tight, hot cunt, Harper. Fuck, I’m going to need this pussy all the time.”

He fucked me faster. The connection between us turned aggressive. Primal. It should have frightened me, but it didn’t. On the contrary, it unlocked something just as primal within me. I reached up and dragged him down, pressing my mouth to his.

He took what I offered, sweeping his tongue into my mouth as he deepened his strokes. Our lips tangled. Our bodies slapped together. Every plunge of his cock sent more sparks cartwheeling through me.

Close. I was so close. Pleasure built once more, and this time I knew Einar and I would tumble over the wave together.

With a savage growl, he broke our kiss and pinned my arms above my head. Sweat flew from his forehead as he slammed into me over and over. So deep. The angle was perfect. Every thrust pounded against my clit. My orgasm gathered. I couldn’t hold on.

“Einar!” I cried, my pussy already spasming.

“Right there with you,” he grated. His fingers tightened on my wrists. He drove his hips forward one more time and then threw his head back, his roar splitting the air as he pumped inside me.

I flew into the heavens, my cry of ecstasy echoing in my ears. Thick, hot pleasure suffused me, scattering my thoughts into a million pieces. Nothing mattered. Nothing had ever mattered. Just this. And it kept coming, celestial waves shoving me farther and farther from shore. I floated, untethered from pain and the past.

But I had to return to earth eventually. When I fluttered back to myself, Einar was there, his big body stretched alongside mine. Turning to me, he tugged me against him and pressed his lips to my forehead.

“How do you feel?”

“Tired,” I said. And sore. Sex with someone as big as Einar was its own kind of workout. I’d used muscles I never used before in my life.

He pulled back, an edge of wariness in his gaze. “Good tired or bad tired?”

I cupped his jaw. “The best kind of tired.”

The shadows in his eyes fled, and his lips curved in a self-satisfied smile. “Too tired to hike with me tomorrow?”

He wanted to go on a hike with me? “Like, on a trail?”

His smile widened. “Yes, on a trail.” He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “You’ve been cooped up inside. That’s my fault, and I’m sorry for it. I’d like to make amends.”

A man who apologized when he was wrong—and knew exactly what to do with a woman’s clitoris. Had I discovered a unicorn?

“Yes,” I heard myself say. “I mean, I don’t have any hiking gear, but…”

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