Page 43 of Feral Attraction
“No one else.”He feared he meant it.No use denying it, Rey was his mate.Though he refused to endanger her by activating the bond, the angry wolf prowled close to the surface of his skin.It demanded its prey, but Con kept it on a leash.
He moaned when she stroked him.From crown to root.Up.Down.Fuck that felt good.Her thighs pressed his, tighter.Her hand was perfection.The firm grip.The smooth motion.The rhythm.Just how he liked it.
Rey’s breasts bounced with each movement.Wanting a taste, he lifted his head and captured her full, firm mounds in his hands.He sucked on one nipple until it tightened into a hard bud.He moved to the other, eventually taking more of her into his mouth and sucking.
She moaned and stroked him harder, the muscles in her arm bunching with each glide up and down his shaft.
He deserted her breasts to lap his hand over hers.He squeezed it harder.“Yes.Like that.Faster.”Con jerked his hips off the bed.
His lids dropped as seed spewed from him, spraying Rey’s belly and chest.Con’s head fell back, but his female wasn’t through with him.
Rey scooted farther up his thighs, held him upright, and slid down onto him, taking all of him.She paused, leaning close.When her lips captured his, Con grabbed her hips and rolled her beneath him.
She laughed, her mouth still pressed to his.When she opened, he plunged inside, their tongues clashing, battling for control.
Con surged forward, pumping furiously, fucking her hard and fast.With his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her, opening her wider.That wasn’t enough for him.“Your legs.Over my shoulders.”
She complied, gasping for air as he drove in and out.
He held her down, plunging deeper and deeper.Con buried his face in her neck, his teeth closing on it.Catching himself, he released her and dragged his tongue over her skin.
The way he pulled away felt miraculous, considering he was consumed by raw lust for Rey.His mind was foggy, and his wolf was restless.Yet, he restrained himself, aware of the potential consequences of his actions.
Her soft hands stroked his arms, his chest.
He groaned when her inner muscles squeezed his cock, his hips keeping a steady rhythm.
When she trembled and dug her fingers into his skin, Rey screamed, “Yes, Con.Oh, yes.”
He thrust forward, slamming in and out as she quivered around his shaft, spent and satisfied.He slapped his palms to the mattress on each side of her head.As his claws shot from his fingers, Con chased his own relief and found it.Retracting his nails, he collapsed on top of Rey, unconcerned about the effect of his weight.When realization crept into his brain, he tumbled to the side to avoid smothering her.
They both lay on their backs, arms loose at their sides, sweating.Gods.He’d almost hurt Rey, but he’d been thinking about something else before he lost his mind to lust.
Yeah.The murders.
“You’re thinking too hard,” said Rey.
“Not really.That’s the problem.When I’m around you, all thoughts pour out of my ears.”He raised onto his elbows, twisted to the side, and kissed her lips.“Let’s get going, love.”
Rey groaned but slid her feet to the floor.
