Page 48 of Shattered

He kissed her again. He feasted on her; his lips moved over her mouth the way she suspect he’d have sex. Hot and dirty, taking her over inch by inch. Then he was kissing a path down her neck, zeroing in on the scrape he’d left behind at the Halloween party. The one he couldn’t or didn’t remember leaving while he’d been a wolf. Aurora ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it when he sucked at her skin.

“D-down the hall. Only bedroom.” She tugged his face back up to hers and kissed him again as he carried her toward her room. “Mac, there’s something I should te—”

“I already know.”

They were going too fast. He didn’t know. How could he? Everyone thought she was Abby’s mother. What would happen when he figured she didn’t birth the little girl she called her daughter? He’d already been through so much, and she, too, lied to him. She was like the other women he’d been with. “No, you don’t.”

“Shh,” he whispered before placing her on the bed. He climbed over her, his large frame looming there, and then she saw it, the ice-blue eyes of his wolf. “This will be our secret. We won’t tell your mate.”

Guilt lanced her heart. He still didn’t realize he’d been the one to mark her. “I told you, I don’t have a mate.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts to his perusal. He groaned, pouncing on her. He palmed her breast before latching onto the nipple of her left breast. She cried out as intense pleasure crashed over her. It was as if an invisible tether connected her nipple to her clit, causing the small bead to throb each time he sucked the hard peak. She wriggled against him needing more of something. She couldn’t articulate it. The coil of arousal and bliss tightening within her lower belly spread through her body causing her to tingle from head to toe.

“I can’t get enough of your scent. Like jasmine and honeysuckle. I could eat you all day,” he muttered against her skin.

“You sound like the big bad wolf,” she whispered.

“I am.” He let loose with a feral snarl, and she swore she saw a hint of his curved canine. He lowered his hand between her legs and groaned. “You’re all wet, star.”

Embarrassment tinged her arousal. “Mac, I need to te—”

He kissed her again while tracing the shape of her sex. He didn’t remove her panties, though. He’d been content to tease her through the thin barrier. His fingers followed the line of her slit before circling her clit without actually touching it. He drove her insane and worried her. He wasn’t listening. She’d never done anything like this before, and certainly, the other day didn’t quit fit the bill when it came to having sex. If she had to name what happened, she’d call it near-sex or dry humping? Well, maybe she humped his leg while also stroking him off. This would be her first time. So, shouldn’t he want to know? Didn’t it make a difference to him? Shouldn’t he have some kind of expectation from her?

The clank of metal drew her attention as he opened his jeans and the ends of his belt crashed against each other. She held her breath as he flicked open the tab, releasing the button fly.He’s not wearing any underwear. Holy shit.The thick length of his erection sprang free of the confines of his pants, and her eyes widened. “You’re huge.” Since they’d been braced against the wall the last time, she hadn’t gotten to see him as well as she did then.

The smug grin on his face transformed his features from the man she knew to the wolf she’d seen outside her apartment almost every night. “I don’t like to brag. It’s unbecoming for a man my age.”

Yeah, she knew how old he was. That was another reason he deserved the truth. “Mackenzie Raferty...”

He shook his head, stroking his dick. “Not now. We both need this.” Mackenzie tugged his pants down his hips then pushed between her legs. “No regrets.” He yanked her panties to the side and placed the tip of his cock to her entrance.

“No regrets,” she murmured.

His lips crushed hers the minute he pressed forward. She cried out, arching her back. The pain had been expected. She knew it would hurt, what she hadn’t been prepared for was his size or the fact he didn’t stop filling her until he was fully seated within her. Her breath lodged in her chest. Her heart hammered. She felt as though she’d been torn in two. Yet, even for all of the discomfort, a spark of something amazing chased it. It started small as he began to move then grew with each thrust.

Aurora clung to him, trying desperately to keep up with him, but Mackenzie was unhinged. Determined. He’d had a single focus, her. He fit his hand between them, toying with her clit. She gasped his name, rolling her hips, pursuing the delicious sensation sensitizing her body. The sybaritic sounds he made added to the atmosphere, turning her on more.

“Fuck, star.” The pained sound of his voice had been erotic. “You’re melting on my dick. Squeezing me.” He groaned.

“Sorry?” She didn’t mean to. She didn’t have the ability to convey to him how it felt to have him moving within her, other than his erection rubbed areas so filled with nerve endings, it drove her to the point of delirium, forcing her to flex her muscles in hopes of slowing him down, giving her a chance to catch up to him.

He chuckled. The deep rumbled vibration spread through her. She moaned, straining against him as the spark of tingles grew more powerful. It felt so good, she didn’t want to lose it. Instinct told her to reach for it. Let it detonate within her and watch herself fly. Mackenzie ground his groin against hers, and she scored his back with her fingernails. She hitched one of her legs over his hip, which caused him to fill her more. Her eyes snapped open along with her mouth. The change of their position, had him touching her in a different spot. The energy coalescing within her pulsed to life, threatening to swallow her whole.

“That’s it,” Mackenzie groaned. “Fuck yes, get me all wet, star. Give me your sweet cum.”

His words were dirty and salacious. She wrinkled her nose, surprised by how much she liked hearing them while also still causing a twinge of awkwardness. He sat back on his haunches and drew her legs over his elbows. Aurora took a moment to appreciate the massive mountain of a man hovering over her. His golden skin glistened with perspiration. His eyes were still the unnatural ice-blue color, and his lips were parted. The wild lust in his expression aroused her.

Even though she knew they shouldn’t be doing this—having sex, she didn’t want it to stop. Then, he picked up the pace. She screamed, gripping his forearms for purchase. “Mackenzie!”

“Give it to me,” he snarled. He held her in place with one of his hands while using the other to circle her clit. He placed his thumb to the hard bud and pressed down.

She inhaled and tensed. Every inch of her snapped to life as this amazing white-hot pleasure flowed through her. She couldn’t make a sound while she shuddered and shook through the most incredible sensation overtaking her. Her vision narrowed to where Mackenzie and she were joined together, while he continued to rub her clit, drawing out the eruption of her orgasm.

Mackenzie’s hips faltered then he was groaning. His strokes were long and slow, and she felt it then. He throbbed within her, filling her with his release. Mackenzie fell forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, panting. She placed her hands on his shoulders while trying to gather her tattered wits. They’d just had sex. They were both still dressed.Holy shit.They’d done it like she’d read about in one of those raunchy books she’d borrowed from the library—the same one she’d laughed about because it seemed so corny at the time.

“Wow,” she muttered.

“Told you.”

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