Page 63 of Same Difference
He gritted out a sexy sound and threw his head back as he came. Warmth spilled into her in pulsing bursts, and he drove so deep, she gasped and clung to him. He stayed deep, thrusting shallowly, and something was happening to her.
“I’m coming again,” she whispered in a panic, desperate for more.
And he did it. He finished her again. Stayed deep and did those shallow thrusts until another orgasm racked through her middle.
He smelled like a delicious combination of cologne, and fur, and her, and feeling drunk on him, she relaxed her entire body and let her arm drape over the side of the couch. Her knuckles rested on the cold floor.
Nathan’s smile was wicked as he searched her eyes. “Regrets?”
“No,” she said, panting. “It’s what I wanted.”
“Good girl.”
Her stomach felt so good, clenching like this. The last of her orgasm was still pulsing quietly through her.
He leaned down and rubbed his beard between her breasts, then sucked on one nipple, then the other. He moved down to her ribs, kissing her, licking her, biting at her.
She ran her nails through his hair as he explored her body, and he let off this vibrating sound from his chest. The big bad wolf sounded like he was purring.
“I heard you out there,” he growled. His voice didn’t sound human at all right now.
“What did you hear?” she said as her heart rate started slowing.
“You said I was yours and you were mine.”
A smile took her lips, and she tilted her chin higher as he worked his kisses back up between her breasts. “And how did it make you feel?”
“Like I wanted to fuck you,” he said in that primal voice of his. “Like I wanted to bite you somewhere.”
“You want to bite me?”
“I want you to think of me when you look in the mirror. I want Dodger and Brian and anyone else who looks at you to know you belong to me.”
A smile took her lips. “Good boy,” she whispered.
He nipped at her neck again and moved to her lips, smiled as he teased her with a kiss, his lips hovering just over hers.
Delta wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, kissed him and got lost in the feel of his mouth moving against hers.
She never wanted this closeness to end. He hadn’t just stood up and ignored her and left. He was staying in this, learning her body, keeping her riled up.
“I liked it when you yelled at Dodger,” he gritted out. “Not so submissive, are you, Delta-Girl?”
“Maybe not when I’m angry.”
“Mmm,” he rumbled, rolling her on top of him. He settled his head against the arm of the couch and maneuvered his hips right between her thighs. “Give me a few minutes and I can give it to you again,” he gritted out against the side of her neck.
She couldn’t stop smiling if she tried.
Behind her the door was wide open, creaking as the breeze drew it back and forth, and snow was blowing in, but who cared? Not her.
For as long as she lived, she would never forget the feeling of absolute power as he’d focused his energy from the Change into fucking her. Or the way he’d made her skin feel, the way he’d kissed her, the way he’d looked propped over her, fucking her, arms locked on that couch as his abs flexed.
Nathan was so much more than she’d realized.
She leaned down and drew his bottom lip between her teeth, bit him gently, and rolled her hips against him. She kissed him and then rolled her eyes closed at how good it felt for his fingers to dig in at her waist.
Already, he was getting hard again between her legs. God, she loved him riled up like this.
