For a moment she thought he was going to repeat the actions of last night in the bar and she wanted to protest. She needed to feel the warmth and comfort that only having him buried inside her could provide.
He unzipped her jeans and pulled both them and her panties down her legs, untangling them from her feet. He looked up at her standing over him. She suddenly felt shy of standing naked in a laundry room. He grasped her wrists gently but firmly.
“No, I want to see you.”
He lifted her so that her ass was resting on the edge of the washer. He pulled her legs apart and looked at her sex in wonder. “Fucking beautiful” he muttered.
He bent forward and swiped his tongue from her ass to her nub, sucking her nub into his mouth teasing it with his tongue.
She grasped his hair and tried to pull him up but he wouldn’t move. “Please, I want you inside me.”
He released her nub and pushed two fingers into her canal. She writhed against them. He slowly stood up whilst continuing to push his fingers in and out of her, stretching her. He added another finger and she grabbed his shoulders sinking her nails into him.
He hissed at the pain but continued to stroke her with his fingers, hitting her sweet spot over and over. Rosalee could feel the orgasm stealing closer and closer with each move.
She began fumbling with his belt and pants. Her hands shook with need.
He fisted her hair dragging her head to one side, smoothing his tongue over her neck.
Finally his manhood sprang free. She seized it and began caressing him. He groaned and increased the strokes of his fingers. He continued to lavish her neck, preparing her, his elongated fangs scraping her skin sending shivers through her.
He pushed his thumb against her clit and the orgasm crashed through her body. She howled his name as he pushed his fangs into her shoulder. His fingers didn’t falter, continuing to pound into her while she bucked beneath him.
Adam released her neck and shuddered as he swallowed her sweet blood, his wolf howled at the success in marking his mate. He slowed his fingers and removed them from her, licking the honey off them.
Before she could recover he knocked her hands away from his penis and immediately plunged inside her. He slammed inside her to the hilt. She threw her head back and screamed at the sudden fullness. The feeling of pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain.
He pulled back and drove inside her again and again. His enormous girth rubbing her inner walls. He gripped her ass tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Her breathing began to hitch. “Faster.” She breathed. “Harder.” She was so close to another wonderful release, she just needed a bit more. She felt a bubble of ecstasy growing in her womb growing, growing, almost there...
The machine jerked underneath her, sending delicious vibrations through her and she burst. She screamed at the powerful orgasm and jerked beneath him.
He gripped her even more tightly, keeping her in place while he crashed against her. She was clutching his cock and trying to milk him and she was even tighter than before. God he couldn’t last much longer.
His movements became erratic. He seemed to grow inside her, even wider, even longer and her body delighted in the feel, and started to climb towards another release.
“Fuck... yes... ” he cried, his voice hoarse. His wolf roared within him, urging him on, urging him to take his mate.
She smashed her mouth to his in a feral kiss and he exploded. Ripping his mouth from hers he bellowed “Mine”. He continued to pump his seed into her body and she cried out as another release rolled through her.
His movements began to slow until finally he stilled. His soft cock was still buried inside her, he marvelled at the feel of her sex throbbing around him.
She leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes. They both panted heavily. She leaned against him, her body too languid to move.
She giggled. “What?” He asked, his breath hot against her cheek.
“You weren’t kidding about multiples...”
He chuckled. “I would never kid about that.”
“Hmmm, that was really nice, a good effort.” She said teasingly. She was exhausted, but not too exhausted to torment him.
A sound like thunder emanated from him. “You’re a devil woman.”
“It’s really not a problem that you needed help from the washing machine...”
He kissed her forcefully and she felt his shaft harden within. She pulled back to stare at him wide eyed. He swiftly picked her up and pushed her back against the wall. “I’ll show you who needs help...”
Chapter Eleven
A large hand clamped over Rosalee’s mouth. She tried to scream but they held her too tightly, their arm snaked around her bare waist and... the loud rumble of laughter told Rosalee who her assailant was.