Page 58 of Wolf's Redemption

Then he stiffened, roaring his release as he exploded into her mouth. Thick ropes of hot, salty cum splashed the back of her throat. Her orgasm hit with a force of an exploding comet, burning her up until she wondered if there’d be nothing left of her but ash.

Suddenly, his hands were gone from her hair and grasping her under her arms, lifting her off his cock and pulling her to her feet. Then his tongue was in her mouth, and her mewl of disappointment turned into a moan. The scratch of his beard, the sweep of his tongue against hers, the lingering taste of his cum, and their hot breath mingling, undid her. Had her body lighting up all over again.

She’d wanted a tongue ring for a year before she’d gotten it. Never ever thought she’d take it out. Why on earth would she want to? Now, kissing Ulrik, Bek had no regrets she’d removed it. Hell, she’d remove it ten times over to have this.

He pulled back, sucking on her bottom lip as he did. Then he plunged in again, deep, as though with his kiss he could become part of her, touch her soul. Bek wasn’t entirely sure he couldn’t. She clung to him, their bodies wet and slick and her senses full of him. The hot press of his mouth. His scent. The heat of his body despite the chill of the water.

He drew back, spun her around and walked her through the waterfall, guiding her hands until they were flat against the rock. Beyond the steady fall of water, the deadening of sound heightened her senses and narrowed her focus to him and only him. The slide of his rough hands down her waist to her hips. His length, hot and hard, sandwiched between them. The man was insatiable, and Bek was right there with him.

He slipped a wet, muscular thigh between her legs and nudged them apart. He pulled on her hips, tilting them back, raising her up ready for him as he rubbed his shaft through the crease of her ass. The ache in her clit was almost painful. She pressed back against him, hard. God, she could almost come again. So soon.

A slap, his wet hand against her ass cheek, and she moaned out loud.

“Not yet. Wait. Greedy girl.”

The command in his voice…Oh, God.It was killing her.Death by orgasm. What a way to go.And she was greedy. Bek wanted it, chased it. Him inside her. She wanted it all.

He hooked his fingers in her knickers and tugged. The sting as they snapped only heightened her arousal. Then he was on her, his hands, his body, his mouth—he surrounded her with his heat and his presence. His lips sucked and nibbled at her neck. One large hand cupped her breasts, teasing her granite-hard nipple until she thought it might shatter. His other hand cupped her mound, his fingers sliding through her slick folds and circling her swollen clit as his cock continued its grind against her ass. She was on sensation overload, a quivering mess. She dropped her head and moaned.

“Tell me no. Tell me to stop and I will.”

His voice was little more than a growl, almost animal. Her legs trembled. If she turned around now, would she see the beast or the man? Her core clenched on nothing, and she whimpered. She wanted…she needed…

“Do you want me to stop, Rebekah?”

She shook her head, her hands clasping at the rough rock beneath her palms, incapable of speech. He slid one thick finger in her, then two, thrusting out a rhythm.

“Are you sure?” In answer, she bucked her hips against his fingers. “You want to come, baby? Again?”

She nodded.

“Words, baby. I need your words. Tell me you want to come.”

Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan and she tilted her hips higher, chasing his fingers.

He smacked her ass again. “I will have your words, Rebekah.”

If he thought smacking her and making demands in that raspy voice of his would chastise, wouldn’t have her begging for more, he’d read her all wrong. He pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss.

“I’m going to make you come again, and then I am going to fuck you. Hard and fast. I will have you say you want it, too.”

He thrust his fingers in again, scissoring them inside her.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, Ulrik.”

The words, ripped out of her on a guttural moan, hung between them for a moment.

He chuckled, his warm breath brushing against her ear. He thrust his fingers in deep, and pressed his thumb against her clit, hard. “Now, baby.”

She obeyed. Bright, intense pleasure hurtled through her and she let go in a fierce rush of release, her hoarse cry mingling with the noise of the waterfall. Before she’d come down from her high, he slipped his fingers from her heated core. Without preamble, he lined up his cock and thrust into her, thick, hard and filling her as no man ever had.

How the hell am I going to leave this, leave him behind?

She trembled, her pussy fluttering around his cock.

Maybe I don’t have to.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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