Page 20 of Urban Gladiator

“Why does it matter?” she asked through gritted teeth, fighting me and her own desire.

Because it’s the only thing that appeased my fucking wolf. If I didn’t make her come, my wolf would lose its mind, and I would wind up inadvertently claiming her. I couldn’t allow that to happen. But instead of saying all of that, I gruffly replied, “Because I want to feel you come. I want to hear my name on your lips while you come undone for me.”

She shook her head, indicating she planned to deny me.

But I wouldn’t allow it to deter me. A sadistic part of me liked that she wasn’t easy, that she was going to make me fight for it. “Have it your way, Ember. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

It was the first time I said her name out loud. Its effect was instantaneous. Her gaze softened. Her body went fluid beneath me. And then she cupped the side of my face. “Okay, Rowan.”

Not wolf boy. With a growl, needing to taste her lips with my name still lingering on them, I shifted. Taking her face between my hands, I claimed her lips with a passion that sent me into a tailspin.

I could kiss this woman for the next five hundred years, and it wouldn’t be enough.

Needing to feel all of her, I shoved my pants down, freeing my shaft. But didn’t take my mouth off hers for a single second. I was too hungry for her. For this woman who the fates decreed should be mine but would never be.

All we had was here and now. The irony wasn’t lost on me that within twenty-four hours, I went from thinking all witches should be burned at the stake to wanting to protect one and ensure her longevity.

And then I glided inside her tight heat.

My wolf beat against its bonds in its desire to claim her. I breathed deeply, holding still, wrapping my control around myself. Her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass as she squirmed beneath me.

Lifting my mouth, I withdrew until only the tip remained before sliding all the way in until I bottomed out. Her little whimper of ecstasy fueled my lust.

“That’s it. Take my cock like a good little witch.”

She gasped. “Yes.”

And then I truly began to move, keeping a slow, steady pace. Watching the play of emotions over her gorgeous face fueled my determination to make her come. I wanted her begging me to come. I wanted to make her so delirious with pleasure she wouldn’t be able to help herself.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, letting me glide even deeper than before.

The urge to move grew too great. Our bodies knew. As if the connection between us was too great to deny on such a fundamental level.

A fervor took hold. In over two hundred years, I’d felt the mating heat once. Just once. And I didn’t know how to rectify my feelings. Everything had happened so fast since bringing her home.

But the intensity of our combined passion was greater than anything I’d known. And I wanted to claim her. My wolf stalked back and forth, searching for an opening. Searching for a way around the block I erected. He was frothing and foaming at the mouth. Pushing against the borders and trying to break through.

Gritting my teeth, my pace increased. “Let go, Ember. Be with me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Your body wants you to. I want you to. Come on my cock. I want to feel you squeezing me and fluttering around my dick. Let me hear my name on your lips as you find bliss.”

I reached between us and flicked my fingers against her swollen clit. Her eyes widened, and her nails dug into my back as she turned into a wildcat beneath me. Her pussy was the gateway to my heaven.

I drove into her again and again, never lifting my fingers from her clit.

I held my pleasure back. Even as lightning bolts of ecstasy electrified my spine and pooled in my groin.

Ember’s eyes flashed. Her mouth rounded. “Rowan,” she wailed.

And her cry of ecstasy released the floodgates. My balls drew taut while she clamped and spasmed around my shaft. And it pushed me over the edge into ecstasy.

Tossing my head back, I fought my wolf for dominance as I spilled my seed. The damn thing was ruthless, driving into her with the sole focus of marking her any way it could. Even if it meant fucking her until she couldn’t move.

I thrust until every drop had been emptied from my balls. Until my cock softened. Until my wolf finally settled with a harrumph at being denied what it wanted most.

The woman in my arms had bespelled me. But I was willing to suffer whatever curse she put upon me. Because letting her go would be the hardest thing I’d ever done.

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