Page 419 of Fated to the Wolf Prince
“Good,” I said softly, trying to act as normal as possible. “I needed that.” How should someone act when they were lying to their mate before a big, dangerous rescue mission?
“Come here,” he said, opening his arms.
I melted into his embrace, savoring his strength around me.
This was the calm before the storm. It swirled around us as we sat together in our bedroom. Knowing what I had planned and that I’d be going into danger fueled the fire that burned between us.
I leaned up and kissed him greedily. “Fuck me, Ty.”
“Are you sure? Now?” Ty breathed.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. There was no turning back now. As I stepped closer to him, the scent of him wrapped around me, intoxicating me even more. “I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Now, more than ever.”
His lips found mine, and it was as if a dam had burst inside me, unleashing a torrent of passion and longing.
Our mouths moved hungrily against each other, tongues tangling, and teeth nipping, as if we couldn’t get enough. Ty’shands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel the hard planes of his chest beneath my palms.
“Off,” I gasped, pulling away from him just long enough to yank his shirt up and over his head.
He complied without hesitation, revealing the muscular expanse of his torso. I let out a shaky breath, drinking in the sight of him. His broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, and rippling abs were a testament to his strength and power, and I wanted all of it.
Without waiting for permission, I pressed my lips to his collarbone, trailing warm kisses along the curve of his neck before working my way down his chest. He shuddered beneath me, his hands tangling in my hair, urging me on.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice strained with need. “Liza, please.”
I couldn’t deny him anything. Lowering myself to my knees, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers, until he stood before me, fully exposed. My eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length, but I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to taste him.
Taking him into my mouth, I savored his taste on my tongue, the velvety smoothness of his flesh contrasting with the hard steel beneath. Ty groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as I began to move, taking him deeper with each stroke. His breathing grew ragged as I increased my pace, and soon he was thrusting in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck.” He gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I want you to taste me, too,” I panted, feeling a desperate need for more of him. He hesitated for only a moment before his eyes darkened with desire.
He pushed me back and crawled onto the bed, settling his head between my legs. His fingers teased the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before he lowered his mouth to me, his tongue darting out to lap at the folds of my sex. I gasped, arching into him as pleasure coiled in my belly, then spread through my veins like wildfire.
Ty’s tongue explored every inch of me until I was writhing beneath him. He teased and tantalized with each stroke, driving me further and further over the edge until I was hanging on tightly, desperate for release.
When I could take no more, I shattered into a million pieces as a wave of sheer ecstasy crashed over me.
It wasn’t enough.
“Ty,” I whispered. I couldn’t muster my voice any louder. “I need you inside me.”
He pulled away from me, his eyes blazing with lust and something deeper—a bond that went beyond the physical, tying us together on a primal level. Wordlessly, he positioned himself at my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine as he thrust into me.
The sensation was indescribable. It was if all my senses were heightened, and every nerve ending was alive with pleasure. Ty moved slowly yet deeply, filling me completely as we joined in a rhythm as old as time itself.
My breaths came out in rasps as my body responded to his every thrust, the intensity escalating with each passing second. Ty groaned against me, his hands gripping my hips as I tightened around him. Suddenly, I was soaring, my whole being consumed by a wave of pleasure that left me trembling and gasping for more.
My body was alive, and my heart stopped as Ty moved. He trembled, his control slipping as we built toward something beautiful and divine. His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze only adding to the intensity of the moment.
“Ty!” I cried out, feeling myself on the brink of something extraordinary. “Please, don’t stop!”
“Never,” he panted, his voice strained with desire. He drove himself into me one final time, pushing us both over the brink and into oblivion.
The force of my orgasm sent shockwaves through my entire body.
Our cries of ecstasy rang out in unison, our bodies shaking with the force of our release.
