Page 92 of The Mating Quest
He kept up the movements until she climaxed, her body taut and a scream tore from her mouth. Then he moved swiftly, opening her legs wide and settling between them. Raising up on his elbows, his fierce, smoldering gaze burned intohers.
“Look at me,Ilana.”
Ethan entered her in a smooth thrust. He was big, he stretched her and she flinched from the unfamiliar pressure, then relaxed, winding her arms around his neck to draw him closer. Pleasure hummed through her as his thick cock slid deep inside. Reaching down, he toyed with her, his touch light as he rubbed his thumb across her sensitive tissues. Ilana moaned, her legs lifting higher as he built the erotic tensionhigher.
His breath was coming faster, his gaze dark and intense as he stared down at her. Ethan wrapped his fingers around hers, pinning her hands to the bed. Ilana’s hips rose and fell to meet the rhythm of his cock driving deep insideher.
She was soaking wet, easing his entry. Ethan was pure wolf, his thick, long cock with a fascinating curve at theend.
Her blood surged hotly as he bent down and lightly nipped her neck, marking her as if his wolf claimed her in the flesh. She screamed withpleasure.
Ilana felt the sweet tension crest, and with a cry of his name, she climaxed. He rode her through each spasm and then his muscled body tensed. With a loud shout of her name, he climaxed, his seed pumping deep insideher.
Moaning, she held him close. He grunted with satisfaction. Then he went to pullaway.
Could not. They were locked together. Her eyes flew open. “Ethan,” she said in a strangledvoice.
He laughed softly. “Sorry, Mage. Happens with male Lupines. We call it a mating lock, when we make love. Like realwolves.”
Rolling over, he lay on his back, his hair damp with sweat, his gaze heated. “We’ll remain like this for a fewminutes.”
She lay upon his chest, listening to the frantic beat of his heart, his ragged breaths mingling with her own. When his penis no longer locked tight against her soft tissues, she eased off him and lay, breathing heavily, on themattress.
Resting a few minutes, then he growled and flipped her over. “Hands and knees,” he grated out in a deepvoice.
Ilana didn’t think she could bear it again, but her flesh quivered in anticipation. She felt the hardness of his thick cock press against her swollen, soaked folds. Ethan felt thick, hot and impossibly big, considering the recent outcome of their coupling. He thrust heavily and shemoaned.
Hands on her trembling hips, he drove into her again and again. Cries came from her throat as he thrust and she pushed back to meet his driving force. He was ruthless and yet tender as he bent over her, kissing her neck, whispering into her ear how he’d fuck her over and over and it could never beenough.
Would never beenough.
Everything in her body surged, focused, as her lungs strained for air and her entire body tightened. She shattered in a storm of sensual fury, a tornado of pleasure. Ethan leaned back and howled, his wolf’s cry echoing in the air to hercries.
It was a long time before they uncoupled again. When they did, Ilana collapsed on the mattress. She peered up at him with pleading eyes. “No more. I can’t bearit.”
Panting, he brushed a gentle kiss against her mouth. “No,” he said, his breath hot and frantic. “Rest fornow.”
She closed her eyes, only to hear him murmur, “In a couple of hours, be ready for meagain.”
He was in deep,and he knewit.
Ilana had been everything he’d imagined, her body clasping tightly around him, her responses so fucking beautiful. It wasn’t sex. It was making love, pure andsimple.
For a long time Ethan lay awake, listening to the reassuring sounds of Ilana sleeping. Her face smoothed out, long lashes feathering against her pale cheeks, she wasperfection.
Making love with her had felt like plugging his body into an energy source. He felt aware and alive in a way he’d never beforefelt.
Ilana was at heart, a courageous warrior who fought impossible causes. She reached for the stars and followed them, letting her heart guide her. She fought for the rights of others too worn to defend themselves. He knew her. She would march into the depths of hell itself to rescue an ogre. Indeed, she alreadyhad.
Always seeking peace, never achieving it because she hated injustice more than she craved serenity. Ilana would die for the sake of honor, to bring justice in an often unjust and unfair world. She had the scars to prove it, on the outside andinside.
The first time he’d seen her, wielding her dagger to try to steal Brianna’s locket, his heart had stopped. She was so fucking beautiful and different from any female he’d ever known. He had to focus and fight her for the sake of his sister, defending his pack, when everything male inside him wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless. Forgetting the world and his responsibilities, and falldeep.
Yeah, he’d fallen deep alright. Had taken her, slow and gentle and then in the way of his people with feral roughness. Both times she’d responded with such aching love, such feeling, he felt wonder this beautiful woman had trusted him with her body, her heart. Beneath his trembling palm, he felt that heart beat with vibrant life as she snuggledcloser.
Ethan drew in a troubled breath. He cared, and that meant he was in way too deep. He didn’t see how it could work unless Ilana joined his pack and became his mate. He sensed she’d never do that. Ilana was a wandering, lost soul who would never settle in one place. He had a pack to care for, a pack he’d fought for. A deathbed promise to Simon overrode his own personal needs. Pack camefirst.
In the end, he and Ilana were both lost souls. Just with differentdestinies.
