Page 65 of Never Tamed
The hand on my neck disappears and he grabs my knee, lifting my leg over his shoulder to go deeper.
I’m fracturing and coming together as something different.
“I’m going to come,” he grunts, breaking the kiss. “I’m going to knot.”
He demands eye contact. Demands everything out of me. And looking at him, staring into the depths of him he’s never let me see before, my own climax shatters me. My muscles seize and stars dance in front of my eyes. The pressure inside my core increases as Torin’s cock swells. The knot bulges at his base and he growls, the swelling keeping us trapped together as he empties himself. Filling me with heat.
And through the knotting, I look at him, feeling him everywhere. Inside me and out. Our bodies are locked in the most primal way, his knot ensuring his seed penetrates every part.
Then he’s kissing me mindless again.
He lifts me into his arms to cradle me against his chest. Time means nothing to us. The dinner is forgotten, the broken water line, the burned meal, everything.
Finally, his cock deflates and he lifts me off of him before setting me on my feet with his cum dripping along the inside of my thigh. I’m jelly-legged.
At some point, during the fuck-fest, the sprinklers stopped. The strobe lights still flash, though, illuminating the boyish grin on his face. He pushes a hand through his hair.
“I like my scent inside of you. It marks you as mine.” He clears his throat. “I’ve never knotted a woman before.”
That pulls me up short.
“Never?”
“Why would I want to get someone pregnant? My seed, the alpha seed—” he starts.
I hold up a hand. “Please, no. You’re going to ruin my afterglow.”
My thighs throb, my core used in the most amazing way. And this man is looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. Or maybe he’s seeing himself in my eyes for the first time, all the things I’d thought he could be.
He hauls me onto the tips of my toes to meet him for a kiss.
“I love it when you fight back,” he mutters, nipping my lip. “Ms. Wexler.”
I shiver. “I love it when you fuck me this way, Sir.”
It’s the first time we’ve ever used the L word even adjacent to our feelings. The possibilities of future use hang in the air between us.
Torin clears his throat again, his nerves prickling my mind down the bond. “I made something for you.”
My brows draw down. “You mean, besides the grilled cheese?”
The scowl is much more at home on his features. “I mean that I made something for you.”
He says it like I need to pay better attention and his tone draws a laugh out of me. He reaches for his pants and pulls them into place, buttoning them around his hips. Then from the front pocket, he pulls out a silver chain.
“Put it on.”
There is nothing soft about him anymore, but he’s not quite back to the person he used to be before our mate bond. There arepieces of that man still here, a flintiness when I look in his eyes. I’m not sure how to act or who to be when he’s not inside me.
Sex is easier. I can’t say it’s easy because nothing about the connection between me and these wolves is easy.
But I feel more confident when I’ve lost myself.
I straighten and another rush of warmth trickles down my leg. “What is it?”
His brows draw down. “Put it on.”
Then, like he caught himself, his eyes widen.
