Until I had a brute of a man and a wild wolf at my back. Plundered by his dick, taken. I was so wet, the sound of it filled the air with our moans. The slap of flesh against flesh.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it.
When he reached his free hand around and slapped my clit, I had an out of body experience. The pain was so blissfully pleasurable I couldn’t handle the sensation.
It was too much. We were too much.
“You’re not done, mate. You’ll come again,” he growled. He wasn’t tiring, his hips pistoning into me. “And again and again.”
“Roy,” I moaned.
“Again.”
I had no idea if I could… until he smacked my ass.
“Again, mate.”
“Roy!” I cried.
He alternated between spanking my pussy and my ass. Front, then back, not stopping his deep thrusts. Sweat slicked between our bodies, my back to his front.
“I’m… it’s, oh my God.” I was incoherent, lost to the pleasure. To the roughness of this claiming.
I didn’t have a choice. My body was under the control of someone else, and he was driving me yet again to the peak of pleasure.
“You’ll come like a good girl, and I’ll go with you. Now.”
I did. I obeyed. Came. Heard Roy bellow his own release. Felt it.
I was destroyed. And made whole.
While that had been the dirtiest, roughest sex I’d ever had, I’d never felt so wanted.
There was no question I belonged to Roy, but he, too, belonged to me.
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ROY
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A fire flickered in the fireplace. After staying up most of the night, we’d slept until noon.
After another thorough fucking this morning, my mate was beyond sated. So blissfully satisfied, I had to help in the shower because her legs wouldn’t hold her. Now, she was curled under a blanket by the fire sipping coffee while I made pancakes and heated a package of sausages I’d found in the freezer.
My wolf was content, the desperate need to claim had been soothed. Oh, I wanted to fuck her again. And again, but the sharp tug to mark was gone.
Mark had a kitchen well stocked with canned and dry goods, so last night, I’d made us a midnight meal and now had found everything I needed for breakfast.
“Breakfast’s ready, but stay where you are, sugar.” I walked over to the couch with two plates stacked high with warm pancakes and sausage.
“Mmm, thank you.” She set down her coffee mug and accepted a plate.
I settled beside her, soaking in the pleasure of this little moment of domesticity. No crowds. No concrete. No tight, confined spaces. Only me and my marked mate. I’d sated her sexual needs, and it was now time to sate her hunger. It was my job to provide for her, and I always would.
The fact that my wolf was happy with this… doting… was a surprise.
We were all in with Brooke, and this was a preview of what life might be like if I could convince her to come back to Montana with me.