He’d told her a moment ago they belonged together, but it wasn’t until this moment that he believed it with every fiber of his being.
“You look awfully serious,” she whispered with a small, nervous laugh. “Am I really bad at this or something?”
“You’re perfect, Sienna.” In every way.
He’d fought this for years. Had told himself he could never touch the younger sister of his good friend. And that it wasn’t normal to be so possessive, protective, and physically drawn to a human woman. It went against everything in his very nature.
But he’d been a fool. A fool to push her away. A fool to deny to himself how he felt about her.
“Sienna,” he murmured, his throat tight. “I’m so sorry.”
Skepticism flickered in her eyes and her brows drew together. “Sorry? What on earth are you apologizing for now?”
Instead of answering her question, he slid his palm that rested on her hip inward, to the flatness of her belly. He closed his eyes and was slammed with the images of a baby inside her womb. Their baby. How perfect Sienna would be as the mother of his children someday.
What if she was carrying his child now? It was entirely possible. They hadn’t used protection, and he sure as hell didn’t plan on starting now. She was his mate. A child was a foregone conclusion. He liked the idea of her being pregnant with his child. Probably a little too much.
“Warrick, are you all right?”
When she tried to move off him, he cupped her hips again and held her still, opening his eyes to meet her gaze.
“I’m fine. I just—” realized you’re my everything. “I need you, Sienna. Just don’t stop.”
Relief flickered in her eyes and she tossed her hair, before giving him a smile that was pure seduction and intent.
“I have no intention of stopping. I’m enjoying myself far too much.” She licked her lips, before lowering her head again.
The silky strands of her hair brushed across his chest, just before her tongue rasped over his nipple again. He reached a hand up to catch a few loose strands, running them through his fingers as he closed his eyes and gave himself over to Sienna’s exploration.
She moved down his body, her hot mouth exploring every little defined muscle and ridge along the way. When she was just inches away from his cock, he didn’t breathe. His lungs burned as he waited for her mouth to envelop him. Waited to see if she’d be that bold.
The air exploded from his throat when her tongue flicked over the head of his shaft.
“Oh God,” he muttered, tightening his hand in her hair. His hips ground upward of their own accord toward her warm lips. “Sienna, please.”
She didn’t laugh this time, but instead let out a throaty moan that indicated she was just as affected by what was happening as he was. Her head dipped again, and there was no hesitation before she took him fully in her mouth. Warrick’s reality became her and this moment. The silky, warm wetness of her mouth moving on him. He lost all track of time, but finally came back from the brink when he realized he was close to release.
He gripped her around the waist as a low growl rose up in his throat. He lifted her up and pulled her forward, adjusting her body so she straddled him again. Her thighs spread wide over his hips as his shaft prodded the warm, damp entrance to her body.
“I need you,” she said raggedly and sank down, bringing him slowly into her body.
Warrick groaned as he sank inch by inch into her tight, exquisite sheath. His fingers tightened on her hips and he let out a primal roar as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Sienna cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him as she leaned forward, her palms sliding on his chest. The angle pulled him out just a bit, and he adjusted his arm around her waist, holding her still as he began a slow penetration up into her.
She rode him, rocking up and down to meet each thrust he made, her cries growing more urgent, her nails digging deeper into his skin to the point where his pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. It brought the wolf inside him closer to the surface. Their raw, fevered joining was almost primal.
He tightened his arm around her waist, roaring as he plunged up into her. Harder. Faster. Until her mindless sobs of pleasure drove them both toward a hard, explosive climax.
After it took them, Sienna fell onto his chest, her body trembling just as much as his was. Warrick blinked in dismay, trying to ground himself again. To get his breath back. It had never been this powerful. So explosive and soul gripping. It went beyond sex. Beyond making love. Tonight had bound them in a way that even the night he’d marked her had failed to do.
She’d seemed almost as primal as he was in their joining. Uninhibited and wild with abandon and pleasure.