Page 31 of Craved By the Werewolf
"Look at you," he murmured, kneeling between my legs, hands skimming up my inner thighs. "So wet and swollen for me already."
When his mouth finally touched me there, I nearly came apart immediately. He was thorough, methodical, his tongue working against my most sensitive places with single-minded focus. Helicked me from entrance to clit in one long, slow stroke that had me arching off the bed, then sealed his lips around the swollen nub and sucked hard.
"Oh god," I gasped, hands fisting in his hair, holding him against me.
He growled his approval, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. His tongue delved deeper, exploring every fold while his fingers spread me wide, and the dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. He was devouring me, feasting on me like a man starved, his stubble rough against my inner thighs.
"Thorne," I whimpered, thighs trembling around his head. "I'm going to?—"
"Come for me," he commanded against my heated flesh, then sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked ruthlessly while his fingers plunged deep.
The orgasm slammed like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing through me in overwhelming pulses. I cried out his name, back bowing as I rode the waves, my core clenching around his fingers as I came harder than I ever had before. He worked me through every second of it, tongue gentle now, lapping up my release.
When I finally came down, panting and boneless, he was watching me with satisfaction and hunger in equal measure. He stood and pushed his pants down, freeing himself completely, and I bit my lip at the sight of him—thick and hard and glistening at the tip, bigger than I'd imagined when I'd touched him earlier.
He was beautiful, powerful, and I wanted him with a desperation that should have scared me.
"I need to be inside you," he said, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Now."
"Yes," I breathed, reaching for him. "Please, I need you."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against my slick opening. Even after his preparation, I could tell it was going to be a stretch. "Look at me," he commanded, and I met his gaze as he pushed inside, slow and relentless, stretching me inch by delicious inch.
The feeling was overwhelming—fullness and heat and connection that went deeper than physical. He was big, so much bigger than anyone I'd ever been with, and I could feel my body working to accommodate him, my inner walls fluttering and stretching to take him completely.
"So tight," he groaned, forehead pressed against mine, sweat beading on his skin from the effort of going slow. "You feel incredible wrapped around me."
The intimate words sent another wave of arousal through me, making me wetter, helping him slide deeper. When he was fully seated inside me, I felt impossibly full, stretched and claimed in the most intimate way possible.
"You feel so good," I whispered, overwhelmed by the sensation. "So deep."
He began to move then, slow and deep, setting a rhythm that built the tension in my core with each careful thrust. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him, and I could see where we were joined, could watch his thick length disappearing into my body over and over again.
It should have been just sex. Physical release after a night of danger and adrenaline. But something about the way he looked at me, the way he touched me like I was precious, made it feel like more. Made it feel like something I couldn't quite name but desperately wanted.
The pace built gradually, his control fraying as I moved beneath him, meeting each thrust with my own desperate need. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room—wet, primal, perfect.
"Harder," I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, I need?—"
A growl tore from his throat, and suddenly his restraint shattered. He drove into me with primal intensity, each thrust deeper and more demanding than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with our ragged breathing and my breathless cries.
"That's it," he snarled, teeth finding my throat again, biting down just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure through me. "Take all of me."
I was lost in sensation, in the feeling of being so completely filled, so thoroughly possessed. When his thumb found my clit again, circling with perfect pressure while he pounded into me, I shattered around him, crying out his name as my second orgasm tore through me.
"I can feel you coming," he groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. "You're squeezing me so tight."
He followed me over the edge, burying himself deep with a roar that sounded more wolf than man. I felt him pulse inside me, hiscock jerking as he filled me with his hot release, and something primal in me purred with satisfaction.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. As the aftershocks faded, he pulled me closer, possessive even in the aftermath, and pressed a kiss to my temple. "Sleep, Vala," he murmured, voice still rough from his release. "You're safe here."
Safe. Protected. Cherished.
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THORNE
The first thing I registered was her scent. Warm skin, the faint spice of her shampoo, and something uniquely Vala that had wound itself into my sheets overnight. My wolf stretched in satisfaction before I even opened my eyes.
