Page 52 of Backstage at the Freak Show
We started lowering to the forest floor, our kisses hard and desperate and starving.
“Do you want to uh, fuck yes,” Tak groaned as I attacked his neck, biting and sucking hard in the rough way he liked. “Want to go home first?”
“No,” I murmured against his hot skin, tugging hard at his clothes. “I need you. Right fucking now.”
He didn’t need any more prompting after that. Large hands slid under my dress, caressing sensitive flesh that had been aching for him for days. The friction against the ground already had my straps coming off my shoulders, and he sucked a hot trail down my chest.
“I want to go slow with you.” His mouth nudged against the swells of my breasts. “To savor you after being without you for so long but—”
“Don’t,” I begged, nipples and core, hell everything, aching for him. “I need you, Tak. We can make love later. Just fuck me, please.”
His growl was animalistic and so fucking hot. I heard the odd crunching and snapping sound of shifting, and then sharp claws against my thighs under my dress.
“Don’t be scared,” he urged when I froze, then smiled gleefully as his claws tore through my panties.
I couldn’t even bring myself to be mad at him, instead reaching and fumbling desperately at his zipper as my skirt hiked to my waist. His cock, long and thick, tumbled out. Just feeling him in my palm, hardening by the second, was such a relief. I still needed more, but stroking him there, listening to his groans and breaths made it all sink in. My gentle—sometimes rough—giant wolf was home. And this time he wasn’t leaving.
“Miriam,” Tak shuddered my name out as my palm slid up and down his stiff length. He yanked the top of my dress down, sucking a nipple into his mouth and grazing the stiff peak with his teeth as he teased the other one with his fingers.
I made him stop for a moment just to get him out of his shirt. I loved fucking him outside and seeing the moonlight on his naked skin. Hell, I loved having all my men out in the woods. They seemed to get more pleasure out of it and were wilder, uninhibited. Maybe something to do with nature tapping into their animal sides, but whatever it was made the sex extra fucking hot.
My dress now bunched up material around my waist, Tak closed my legs and placed them against his shoulder. I braced myself for the impact of his cock, but he pulled the fabric over my hips and up and over my legs first. Then he slammed into me.
“Oh fuck!” My scream echoed off the trees at the sudden intrusion. He felt bigger, thicker than I remembered.
“Miriam.” Tak moaned my name again, drinking me in as he hugged my legs to his chest. His hips rolled, dragging his cock out of me before pressing in again.
“Tak,” I groaned back, my hands scrambling for purchase on the ground, on his thick thighs. “More, baby. I need to feel you.”
He separated my legs, moving them to his sides so I could wrap around him, then he leaned over me, pressing his palms into the ground as his gaze locked on mine.
“This is what kept me going, you know. When I was captured.” His flesh slapped mine with every thrust. My hands flew to his arms, flexed and strong. I could only marvel at his powerful body moving through me.
“Fucking me?” I asked with a breathless laugh.
“Fucking you, smelling you, touching you.” He lowered further over me, catching my mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. “Hearing your laugh and your sexy moans.” His lips ghosted a trail down over my chest, thrusts slowing down to long, deep strokes in and out of my pussy. “Feeling your heartbeat.” He pressed a kiss on my left breast. “Because my heart doesn’t beat without yours.”
“Tak,” I gasped, bringing his face back up to mine.
I kissed my big, beautiful lone wolf with everything in me, locking my ankles behind his back to pull him in deeper, to feel every inch of him. Mindful of his injuries, I ran my fingers over every part of him that I could reach, memorizing him with my touch. He lowered his body over me, bare skin rolling and kissing as his thrusts deepened, stretching and filling me to the brim.
“I love you, Tak,” I whimpered, nails clawing across his wide back, the pleasure coiling in my clit from the friction of his heavy body on top of me.
“I love you,” he rasped against my throat. “My heart, there’s no me without you.”
“Never leave me again.” My plea was breathless against his ear.
“Never,” he promised with a groan, his thrusts picking up speed as he sensed my pleasure.
“Tak…” My fingers and toes curled into his flesh, the tension winding up in me like a compressed spring.
“Yes, my heart,” he purred, anchoring my hip down with a large hand as he crashed into me, hitting my clit in the way that was just fucking right. “Come on my cock.”
I was wound up so tight I couldn’t breathe through his next few thrusts that sent me hurtling over the edge. Only when my release shot throughout my whole body did my breaths come in ragged, desperate gasps.
“Oh, Miriam,” Tak groaned as he pulsed and swelled inside me, heightening the sweet aftershocks rippling through me.
“Yes, come for me,” I whimpered. “I want to feel you.”
