Page 105 of Love Bites Hard

We soaked for a while before finally washing up and getting out. Neither of us bothered to grab clothes on our way to the mattress, and we fell asleep curled up in bed together.

It was intimate—but not in a sexual way.

It just made me feel really loved.

I wokeup with Porter’s hand between my legs. It wasn’t moving, but his erection throbbed against my thigh in a way that told me hewantedto be touching me.

When I lifted my head to look at him with bleary eyes, I realized he was still sleeping.

Honestly, it didn’t surprise me in the least that his hand had migrated the way it had.

The man loved my body, whether asleep or awake. There was no way to deny that.

I knew I should let him rest… but a glance at the clock told me we’d already slept to the middle of the afternoon.

So, it would be fine to wake him up.

And he sure as hell wouldn’t complain. He loved it when I woke up horny. Or when I let him have his way with me in the morning.

I pressed his fingers against my clit a little harder, and moved them the way I wanted them. His breathing changed slightly.

I rocked my hips a little, moving against his cock enough to make him groan.

He pulled his hand free of my grasp and dragged me onto his face, making me suck in a breath.

He licked me slowly, and growled. “Fuck, you taste good. Hands on the bed frame, baby.”

I set my palms on the wood. My head had collided with the fabric of the canopy over us, but I didn’t care.

He licked me from my slit to my ass, and I nearly arched off his face as he brought his fingers to the party, working my clit roughly.

I came hard and fast, rocking against him and crying out loudly. He held me where I was as he gave me one last lick before sliding out from beneath me and rising up at my back. Tilting my hips, he pulled me down hard over his cock until he filled me, making me swear and move against him.

He pinned my hands to the wall as he fucked me from behind, driving into me again and again until I climaxed on his cock, then neared the edge once more. When I unraveled for the third time, his knot finally swelled inside me, making me scream my pleasure as we came together.

Releasing my hands, he pulled my hair to the side of my throat and licked the bite mark he’d left there.

“I need you,” he said, one of his hands teasing my breast.

“I’m all yours,” I panted.

His chest rumbled, and he bit down on my shoulder slowly.

Carefully.

Gently, even.

It hurt for a moment—and then I was screaming again as another climax hit me, harder than the last.

Porter was mine, and I was his.

And maybe I liked the biting thing more than I realized.

Eventually,Porter’s knot softened and our pleasure faded. He lowered us both to the bed, holding me in his arms as his cock remained inside me, blissfully thick and hard.

We caught our breath together, both of us sweating.

“I’m glad you’re a wolf,” I mumbled. “Can’t beat the knotting thing.”

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