Page 29 of Claimed By the Wolf
She whimpers softly, and I raise my head to look at her, but her eyes remain closed.
Deeper I thrust into her, savoring her slickness as she gasps. Burying my face into the small of her throat, the uncomfortable panging that had followed me for days finally subsides with each thrust. I’m part of her, our heartbeats syncing together as we hold fast to one another, falling into a perfect rhythm of legs and arms.
Brynn’s hold around me tightens, her breath increasing as her moans grow louder in my ears.
“Yes,” I urge her. “Come for me.”
She constricts around me, her embrace so tight, she’s like a snake coiled around my body. But I don’t want her to release me, not now or ever.
Tonight is all we have, and I want it to last as long as it can.
“Oh Nox…” she whispers, her cry hot in my ear and bringing me toward my climax.
My cock hardens to rock-like proportions, and I grit my teeth, closing my eyes as hotness washes over me.
“Good,” I growl. “That’s good.”
I withdraw from her, and she protests, her mouth gaping, but I fall back to sit, pulling her on top of me to sit fully on my tumescent dick.
My hands reach up to release her long hair from the constraints of her ponytail as she mounts me. The golden tresses spill over her small, perfect breasts, and I encircle her ribcage, guiding her back on top of me.
I relish the expression of pleasure on her face as I fill her again.
“I want to look at you,” I tell her, and she bites on her lower lip, her hazel eyes wide.
Riding me slowly at first, she bows her forehead to me, and I buck upward, capturing her lips with kisses, but I’m ready for her. I’ve been ready for her since we connected.
“I love you,” she moans.
And those three words shatter my control completely. I groan her name as I pour everything into her, every fiber of my being igniting as I come, marking her as mine. And as I spill into her, her core clenches and unclenches around me. My arms wrap around my mate desperately while she rides out her orgasm, holding her like she might disappear.
I crush her against me, never wanting to let go.
We hold onto one another as our bodies stop trembling, forehead to forehead, unspeaking.
A long moment passes before Brynn climbs off me.
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
Fuck. Why is that the first thing I say after she told me she loves me?
But I can’t bring myself to say what I’m really feeling. That I love her, too. That I never want to be away from her again.
She gives me a sidelong look as she locates her undergarments, but she doesn’t respond.
My phone chimes from the pocket of my jeans, and I hastily begin to dress, my sense of time suddenly skewed. The pack is going to wonder where the hell I am after so long.
I don’t know what to say to Brynn as I dress, and she seems to have the same issue as she pads out of the living room in only her panties, her clothes in hand.
Zipping up my pants, I stare after her retreating back and look around the living room for my discarded shirt.
“I have to get back on guard duty,” I call out to her. “Are you going to be?—”
I don’t have a chance to finish my question. My senses heighten, and I feel someone approaching the house. There’s no time to react as the door swings open just as Brynn ambles back into the living room in a robe, her hair loose and sex tangled.
Brax and Connor stand in the doorway and stare at us in utter confusion.
Fuck.
