“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She kept saying it over and over again, and he could feel her quivering, racing toward her climax. He slowed the thrust of his fingers slightly, deepening their reach and drawing it out for her. Her answering moan was almost as gratifying as the claws that came out and dug into his back, shredding his shirt.
He gritted his teeth, but the pain was just making his cock pulse. “Embrace your wolf,” he whispered into her ear. “She’s part of you. She wants this as much as you do. Give it to her. Let her enjoy it.” Grace’s moans turned into small cries, peaking with each thrust of his hand. God, he was aching to be inside her, to feel that quickening around his cock. Soon… very soon.
Her claws retracted back into fingers as she bucked even more strongly against him.
He feasted on her neck, hoping to bring it faster. “Come for me, Grace,” he panted against her skin.
She cried out, grabbed onto his shoulders, and arched up from the bed. Her body clenched around his fingers, squeezing hard in an orgasm that rippled across her skin, making it shiver in the most delicious way possible. She called out his name at the height of it, and he felt her pleasure like it was his own, washing through him in warm waves.
The waves broke, and the seams came apart inside him. All the pieces and pain and frozen hardness he’d kept locked away were powerless against the satisfaction of giving this to Grace. Of being her first. Of earning her trust. Of bringing her together with her wolf.
He wanted to be inside her—and he would just as soon as she was ready—but she was already inside him, burrowing deep and shattering him hard.
She’d somehow found his heart and laid it bare.
He didn’t know if he would be worth anything after this was done, but he was seeing all of it through, no matter what. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her sweet, sweet lips. Her body was flushed with the pleasure he’d given her, and he’d give her more—so much more—before he was done.
But she already owned every part of him.
Grace was still seeing stars from the last orgasm Jared gave her while he quickly tore off his white shirt and dress pants. The shoulders of the shirt were shredded from when her claws came out, but he just tossed it aside and quickly slid his deliciously hot, iron-muscled body on top of her again. She had already come harder than she ever had before, and the boy had been just using his hands and mouth. With that enormous cock of his poised at her entrance, and waves of pleasure still rippling through her, she was afraid she was going to hyperventilate before he could manage to take her… and become the first man she’d ever allowed inside her in that most intimate of ways.
He was waiting. Probably for her to stop panting so hard in his face, which was gazing down at her with a soft expression that captured her heart.
“I want to be inside you, Grace,” he whispered, soft lips against her cheeks, gently alternating kisses with words.
“Please, God, yes,” she managed to get out.
She felt him smile against her skin, but her urgent grip on his massive, hard-muscled shoulders didn’t make him move any closer to giving her what she wanted. Her fantasy before had been one of wanton sex with a hot man—now she just wanted Jared River inside her, connected to her, as close to her as she could hold this gorgeous, amazing man. The need wasn’t even for her anymore—she had a sense that, as strong as he was, as good as his heart was, that this large, powerful man was fragile. That he needed her help. The wounds inside him had shut him down, closed him off from the world, and right now, at this moment… he was opening up. He needed her in a way that no one ever had. She wanted to give herself to him not just because he would take her to pleasure heights she’d never known… but because he needed that connection with the world again. Through her.
Tears stung the backs of her eyes. God, she was falling for him.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” His voice was so gentle.
“I couldn’t be any more ready.” Her breathing was calming a little, and she felt less delirious than a moment before. Maybe that was why he was waiting, gently hovering above her, but not taking her.
He kissed her on the lips, just a soft brush. “I’m not in the habit of deflowering virgins.” He glanced down, between their bodies, to where they were almost-but-not-quite-yet joined together. He eased a little closer, apply pressure to her entrance with his cock, but not entering.
She groaned. “Stop teasing me!”
“I’m not.” But he grinned like he was. “But I am rather on the large side.”
She grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes. “Why do you think I chose you? I didn’t want just anyone for my first time. A girl has standards.”