Page 98 of Ice Wolf
I ground my hips into her, thrusting hard and fast several times. Her heart was beating rapidly, the sound echoing in my ears. Being able to study her beautiful face as I fucked her was a rare treat, especially seeing her in the throes of ecstasy.
The way my body responded to hers was insane. I was almost completely out of control, fucking her with such fury I feared bruising her vulnerable human body.
If she was troubled by how rough I’d become, she wasn’t showing it. Her pants were long and ragged, full of the same vicious hunger I was experiencing. The thought of devouring her had an entirely different meaning than for most guys.
No matter if they were assholes.
My beast was close to the surface. While there was no desire to shift during such an incredible moment, my wolf thought otherwise. Thank God, he was forced to obey me, or my life would have been doomed a long time ago.
Sweat was covering more than half my body, salty beads mixing with the remaining condiment. I had to smell to high heaven.Thoughts of taking another long, hot shower with her kept me hot and ready.
With a cagey smile on her face, Lily attempted to take some control by lifting her hips. She managed to meet every brutal thrust and by now, we were both making animalistic sounds.
Like beasts in the wild.
Like creatures mating.
Like…
Oh, the metaphors were getting out of hand.
She writhed and moaned. Everything was a massive blur as my speed increased. My cock began to swell as I rutted her, my balls almost in anguish. The need to knot her was difficult to ignore, but I reminded my wolf that doing so would spill the beans.
And I wasn’t ready for that yet.
Not until after the playoffs.
Who was I kidding? Given the softness of her skin, the way she tasted all over and the heat between us, I doubted I’d be able to wait that long. What then?
Nope. I wasn’t going there.
Not when I had the hottest little librarian purring.
My mind was crazed with need. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I eased back, releasing my hold and she immediately jerked up. Her eyes were dilated and I could swear she had a little Wolfie in her somewhere. Of course, that was crazy. Her scent was allhuman, the fragrance of vanilla and citrus just as intoxicating as the woman.
She reached for me like a lifeline, but I wagged my finger as I’d done before. With complete ease, I lifted her off the floor, flipping her over onto all fours.
“You are such a beast,” she murmured.
The little woman truly had no idea. It was impossible to keep a grin off my face as I raked my index finger down her spine. There was that braid taunting me, luring me into doing unspeakable things. What the hell? You only lived once.
I wrapped my fingers so tightly around the thick plait I was certain she’d cry out in pain.
She did not.
I guess the little flower liked it rough.
If that was the case, I decided to give it to her. I smacked her rounded bottom four times and she erupted in curse words most sailors would blush over.
Not this guy.
I thought the words were sexy as hell.
“Oh, baby. Talk to me dirty,” I chortled.
“Dirty? You’re an asshole.” While she was muttering the words, she was wiggling her bottom as if begging for more. I was happy to comply.
