Beautiful Moves(Shifting Steel Book 3)(20)

Their mouths fused, and Ella wrapped her arms around his neck. She  wanted desperately to hold onto Wolf, and not just in this moment. Her  fingers tingled as they moved over his back. Wolf's muscles rippled,  living steel beneath warm flesh.

"Do you have any idea how it feels when you touch me?" Wolf groaned, as he leaned into her touch.

Ella felt the heat of his broad shaft as it pressed against her hip.  Wolf lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist as he  insinuated his pelvis between her thighs. Ella panted hard, a wanton  moan escaping when the underside of Wolf's cock ran along her slick  cleft, grinding into her clit. He slid back and forth, coating his shaft  in the moisture the spilled from her eager pussy. They were nearing the  point of no return.                       
       
           



       

"Wolf, I don't want to hurt you." Ella's words came out broken.

"You won't hurt me, Ella, and I'm going to do my damnedest not to hurt you," he growled.

Ella felt the head of Wolf's cock press at her entrance. His broad crown  stretched the mouth of her pussy as he worked his way into her tight  channel. Ella's breath caught in her throat as the aching fullness  increased incrementally. It was sweet agony.

"Aw fuck! Ella, you're so damn tight," Wolf moaned.

He slid back and Ella gasped at the feel of his retreat.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he groaned, then thrust forward, pushing past her resistance.

Ella threw her head back, a cry bursting forth as pain and pleasure  coalesced. Her channel throbbed, echoing the pulse in Wolf's cock, as he  spread and stretched her slick walls. Ella gripped Wolf's biceps, her  nails digging in, as he burrowed impossibly deep.

"Yes, mark me," he snarled into the crook of her neck.

Wolf pulled almost entirely out, only to press back in. Ella felt him  deeper than before. He pushed at the recesses of her pussy. His thick  crown abraded her nerve laden vagina, striking a spot that made Ella see  stars. An exhilarating tremor coursed up her spine.

"Wolf," Ella moaned.

"That was the spot. Wasn't it, Princess?" he husked.

Wolf kissed a trail along her exposed throat, biting ever so slightly,  as he curled his hips, grinding into Ella's heat. Each time he stroked  into her, he aimed for that wondrous place that drove her to the edge of  sanity.

One glorious moment compounded on the next, as Wolf picked up the pace.  Ella locked her ankles behind his flexing ass, and arched into his  straining body. The savage intensity on Wolf's face, while he drove into  her was fiercely erotic. Every one of her senses were stretched thin,  as the sound of bodies colliding, and the heady scent of leather and  musk enveloped her.

Ella's passion coiled around itself, winding tighter and tighter. The  exquisite thrill pushed against the boundaries it had taken her a  lifetime to build. Everything in the room, from the pictures on the  walls to the highboy dresser, shuddered and rattled.

The ecstasy climbed with each hammering thrust, then suddenly all went  still inside her. The calm before the storm. Ella stood poised on the  pinnacle of release. Did she dare fallow her desire over the precipice?  Would rapture send her soaring, or would an inescapable chasm swallow  her whole?

"Let go, Ella."

Wolf captured Ella's mouth as he thrust home on the next stroke. The  power Ella tried desperately to hold at bay exploded out with  devastating fury. Ella screamed into Wolf's mouth as it whipped through  her like a hurricane. Every lightbulb in the room, window, and mirror  shattered. The walls shook raining plaster down.

Ella pushed at Wolf's shoulders, but he just held her tighter, forcing  his demanding cock past the spasming muscles of her pussy. Ella thrashed  in his grasp as the climax overwhelmed her mind, body and soul.

Wolf slammed repeatedly into her seizing body with a savagery that cut  through the madness going on all around them. He refused to let her  down, pushing her higher. Wolf thrust deep, grinding his pelvis into her  clit. His cock swelled and kicked, spilling his heated seed inside her  milking channel.

Ella's back arched. Her vision went dim as a surge of white hot energy  roared from every cell. The last thing she heard was Wolf's roar of  ecstasy.



"Princess?"

Ella roused to the sensation of Wolf stroking her cheeks. He cradled her  in his arms, smiling down at her. It took Ella a moment to recall what  was going on, but when she did, her eyes flew wide as she glanced around  Wolf's bedroom. The room was an utter disaster. There was glass  everywhere. The few pictures that had been hanging on the walls, were  now on the floor, along with the tipped over nightstand and dresser.

"Oh my god, Wolf, I'm so sorry." Ella's hands moved over his bare chest, checking to make sure he was unharmed.

"I'm fine, beautiful. I told you I would be. Although I can see why you  were worried," Wolf chuckled as he glanced at what was left of his  bedroom.

"Don't joke!"

Ella smacked his chest, then nibbled her lip. There was no hiding what  she'd done this time. That cat wasn't just out of the bag, it had  shredded the furniture.

"I can see the wheels turning, Princess. Are you thinking of an explanation?" Wolf captured her hand and kissed it.

"Earthquake?" Ella replied sheepishly.

"Yeah, no," he smiled.

"I didn't think that would work," she frowned.

Well Wolf didn't run screaming into the night. That's good, right?                       
       
           



       

"Princess, there's no need for you to try to explain something like this."

"Good, cause I can't. I told you I was weird." Ella's chin quivered.

She had always dreaded the day someone learned her secret. Now that Wolf knew, what would he do?

"Aw, beautiful, don't cry." Wolf hugged her closer to his chest, as he  kissed the top of her head. "You aren't nearly as weird as you think. My  friend, Cain's old lady, is a bona-fide psychic, and not the telephone  hotline kind. Some of the stuff she's predicted has been downright  disturbing."

"At least your friend could hide her quirk. Anytime I get happy or sad, things start to have seizures all around me."

"I understand why you've hidden this. Iris was abused because of her ability." Wolf shook his head.

"What happened to her?"

"She was abducted and forced to bet on fights, till Cain rescued her."

"That's horrible. I've had so many nightmares. Sometimes I'm on the  Metro, and somehow, I make it wreck, and there's mangled bodies  everywhere. Other times, I find myself trapped in some clandestine  experimental facility."

"Fuck, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, it's okay. I've learned to live with it. It's not so bad anymore."

"That's an awful lot to face alone." Wolf peppered her face with kisses.

"My sister knows. She's been a life saver."

"Good. That makes me feel better. Well this at least explains a few things." Wolf waved a hand around the room.

"Like?"

"Well, every time I talk about the earthquakes, people look at me like I'm nuts. Now I know why."

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be, unless you dropped that cabinet on me, on purpose."

"No!" Ella grimaced remembering the incident. "Although, you kinda deserved that."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "You are really good at antagonizing me."

"I rile you up, huh?" Wolf burrowed his face into the crook of her neck  and nibbled. The stubble on his chin scratched and tickled her.

"Yes," Ella gasped as his hand shifted beneath the sheet, working up her thigh.

"Good," he husked. "It was driving me crazy how calm, cool and collected you always seem."

Ella's snort of disbelief ended with a moan when Wolf's fingers reached the apex of her thighs.

"How are you doing here?" He gently teased her labia.

"A little sore," Ella blushed.

"I'm sorry, Princess."

"Don't be." Ella closed her eyes, reveling in the leisurely way Wolf explored her. "You were wonderful."

"Just wonderful?" Wolf looked around the destroyed room, as he cocked his brow at Ella.

"Smart ass." Ella swatted Wolf.

"Smart ass?" Wolf pinched her behind. "Such language."

"Whatever. So, I don't have a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush."

"Say pussy."

"No." She batted him.

"Come on, Princess."

"Pussy," Ella relented, then tried not to giggle like a twelve-year-old.

"That's so fucking sexy." Wolf rolled her onto her back and started tickling her ribs.

"Oh god, Wolf, stop it." Ella squirmed, pushing at his hands and chest.

Wolf stopped and grinned at her. He was so freaking handsome with his  short black hair, sticking up all wild from sex. She reached up and  touched his stubbled jaw, then followed the line of his broad shoulder  down over his bicep. Ella roamed Wolf's chest, reveling in the feel of  his muscles and the way the smattering of hair tickled her palms. Her  finger circled one of his tiny nipples and it puckered.