Wild Lust(14)

Her body shuddered through the orgasm as she arched her back and tunneled her fingers into her hair. The only thing missing was getting to see her release in her eyes and on her face. He wouldn’t be denied that again.

“Give me your cock.” Her voice was harsh, sexy, and filled with demand.

He let her go as she sat up and grabbed his arms. “I want to make you come in my mouth.”

The vision of her doing just that, down on her knees as he played with her tit and her hair, was almost more than he could stand. “Soon. But for now, I need to fuck your pussy.”

He lunged over her, his body an inch above hers. Taking her arm, he fell to the side, bringing her with him. She laughed as she ended up on top of him, her pussy pushing against his cock. Wiggling, she tortured him by slipping back and forth over him, his cock sliding between her folds, only to have her move away. He cupped both of her breasts, holding her as her silky mane fell in front of her to spill over his hands and arms.

A few werewolves didn’t like having their mate on top. They thought it was giving the female too much control, too much dominance over them. But Reese loved the feeling of her riding him. He had nothing to fear. He’d always be one of the dominant males in her life with her the submissive female.

Not that she was a weak woman. He knew that wasn’t the case. How many women would single-handedly try to save their sister from werewolves? Most women would stay far away and send men to do the job. No, Charlie Newman was no weak-willed damsel in distress. She would make a worthy addition to the pack.

She leaned forward and slid her tongue over his chest to his nipple. He groaned and clasped her behind her head, his hands sinking into her glorious hair. She continued to move her pussy over his cock as she slipped her tongue from one nipple to the other.

At last, however, he could stand it no longer. Growling, he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her inches above him. Before she could react, he brought her down, driving his cock inside her pussy.

She was tighter than he’d guessed. Her vaginal walls surrounded him, enveloping his cock like a glove over a hand. He controlled her now, keeping his hands on her hips as he plunged into her again. She threw back her hair and arched, her breasts bouncing with each shove he made.

He’d be a fool if he ever pulled his cock out.

“Reese. Fuck me, Reese.”

Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth half-opened as he used his strength to drive into her. At first she was just a passenger on his ride, but soon she started moving her hips forward and back, rocking against him to increase the friction.

His stomach muscles tightened, readying for the orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he fought against the inevitable end. He watched her face, the way her body swayed against him, the way her muscles worked as she spread her fingers over his chest and leaned forward, pushing her breasts together with her arms. Mesmerized, he watched the way she pushed against him, grinding her pussy as hard as she could, urging him to go deeper, harder, as though he hadn’t already gone as deep as he could. She was his wild lust, and he’d never let her go.

He wasn’t surprised when his climax overtook him, bursting his seed free and filling her. The surprise was in the intensity of his orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he stiffened as his cum spilled from him, his body giving all it had to that one life-affirming function. For the first time ever, darkness threatened to take him and rid him of the last moments of his release, to steal from him the pleasure of seeing her watch him explode as she came with him.

Her eyes closed as her body tightened on top of him and around his cock. She cried out, lifting her face skyward as she would one day lift it to howl at the moon.

Their bodies shuddered together, his in great quakes and hers in smaller tremors. When at last they were spent, she crumbled onto him. He enclosed her in his arms as the last of their climaxes jerked out of their bodies in shuddering waves.

Charlie eased onto the bed, leaving one arm and leg trailing on top of him. He skimmed his palm along her arm and stared at the ceiling as she nestled against him.

She chuckled and played with the stubble on his chin. “Let me guess. You’re not the type who likes to cuddle after sex.”

He glanced at her with the corner of his eye and didn’t bother denying the truth. “After sex, I’m gone.”

She lifted onto her elbow and studied him. “Should I be flattered that you haven’t dashed out of the room by now? Or called me a cab?”

“We don’t have any cabs in Forever.”

He wanted to tell her she was different, that she wasn’t like the other women he and Blane had shared. He wanted her to know that every woman before her was just a placeholder, someone to quench their sexual needs until she came along. Hell, he wanted her to stay longer than the time it took to cuddle. He never wanted her to leave, but she wasn’t ready to hear his declarations of love yet.