Page 85 of Ice Wolf
And I could hate him freely without worrying about whether it was true or not.
He pulled out, issuing a slight growl and the sound reverberated in the space. Using just the tips of his fingers, he brushed them down the side of my face to my neck. Everything about him was possessive, including the way he slid his finger around my throat, stretching my neck as soon as he did.
I was captured by the lure of him, lost in a trap that I didn’t want to escape. He knew exactly what he was doing, his face lit up like a Christmas tree as he plunged into me again.
With his other hand, he crawled his fingers down my hip to my thigh, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his hip. That changed the angle, his shaft going deeper. I had no idea that was even possible.
The desire to tangle my fingers in his hair was irresistible. I draped both arms around his neck, indulging in my desire until I had long locks of hair wrapped around my fingers. He certainly didn’t seem to mind, the look on his face bridging the tenuous gap between being primal and something else altogether.
And his eyes. Holy shit, his eyes were incredible, as if there was some wattage difference with the bathroom lights. Instead of the normal blue, they held a rim of silver like ice, maybe reflecting the rough and tough man he was while playing hockey.
I couldn’t help keeping my gaze locked on them, almost as if waiting for them to change. Was it possible they were also glowing? Oh, I was falling into the trap created by the media. Blinking on purpose, when I looked again it seemed they were shimmering more than they’d done before.
Wow.
I was completely blown away, only brought back to the intense round of sex when he captured my mouth again. He rocked his hips forward, developing a sweet rhythm, which turned even more savage seconds later. We were both soaked, his rough actions splashing water over us. I clung to him, mewing into the kiss as he removed his hand from my throat, sliding it under my other leg.
When he lifted me completely off the shower floor, I felt more lightheaded. He was in full control over me, rolling onto the balls of his feet so he could pull all the way out and slam into me again.
Every nerve was standing on end, the fire tearing through my system increasing. How was that possible? He was taking me to enticingly new heights of pleasure and I was a willing participant. His actions became even harder and faster, the jarring effect stealing my breath. I moaned into the kiss, which he captured, much like he’d done with my body by just being him.
How cliché but so true. Now I truly began to understand his masterful animal magnetism.
The pleasure spinning through me was becoming too intense and I was losing control of every aspect of my body. As soon as my toes started to curl, I sensed I was floating on an intense wave. The orgasm hit me hard, rushing into my system like a firecracker or rocket fuel.
He broke the kiss, both of us panting and I tossed my head from side to side. When he issued a strange, dark laugh, all I could do was smile and ride the wave. Every muscle tingled, my pussy clenching and releasing with increased intensity. How could anything feel this good?
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. In truth, he was superhuman in almost every way and my attraction to him was off the charts.
The man was also very protective. I’d seen that at the ice rink. I’d felt it when the reporter had attacked me verbally. As protective as he was, his possessiveness was off the chart. Did he think he had the right to be that way given our fake coupling?
Or was there something darker going on?
I clung to his arms, taking short breaths as the orgasm finally began to fade.
His body tensed and I knew he was close to coming. He pulled back, his nostrils flaring, the scruff on his face now covering his jaw. Wait a minute. Was I seeing something? Was he growing facial hair at an ungodly pace?
Get a grip, girl. You’re imagining things.
Maybe so.
Maybe I was falling for the hype surrounding such a powerful man. Maybe I was losing my mind.
He threw his head back, taking gasping breaths as his body began to shake. Yet he refused to come, his cock swelling more than before, my muscles continuing to stretch. Oh, my God. The sensations were amazing, the feeling of being full heightening the pleasure even more until I was whisked into utter rapture. Stars floated in front of my eyes and the entire room seemed to be spinning.
Saint’s actions seemed even more physical, almost as if he was losing control. Not just with the way he was fucking me, but with everything.
The moment he slammed his hand into the shower wall, I could swear the earth shook beneath my feet. I squeezed my muscles, enjoying the ache, the closeness and the heat that continued to explode between us. This was crazy. This was wonderful.
This wasn’t human.
Maybe that’s why the moment he released, filling me with his seed, I posed the question that had been on my mind for several days.
“Are you a shifter?”
His body continued to jerk involuntarily and his eyes were closed. He leaned into me, still taking deep, ragged breaths. Lowering his head, he nuzzled into my neck, raking his teeth across my shoulder. “Is that what you think?”
His whispered words pulsed into my ears.
