Wolves Gone Wild(54)

Seeing her like that was the end of him.

He pounced on her as she laid back her head and let out a happy cry. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. It had to have hurt her, but she clung to his hair keeping his mouth on her.

“No! Grant, stop!”

“Grant, damn you, man. You’re ruining it for all of us.”

Duncan’s and Lance’s curses meant nothing to him. Only she mattered. He would claim her as his, come hell or high moon.

Her body was the food he’d starved for, the water he’d thirsted for.

Her hands skimmed over his back as she opened her legs for him. The heat from her body paled in comparison to the fire between her legs. He drove his cock inside her, ramming it as far and as hard as he could.

She screamed and clawed her fingernails down his back. He took hold of her hair with one hand and cupped her breast to his mouth with the other. Her legs were strong, holding him to her as he thrust inside her again and again.

She was his salvation. Either they would survive the onslaught of desire together or they would burn each other out.

They moved together like the intended mates they were. His body recognized hers as hers reacted to his as only his one fated woman could. Sweat broke out between them, making delicious sucking noises as their bodies met then pulled apart, only to meet again. Her soft uhs every time he slammed into her drove his lust higher, urging him to shift again enough to bring out his fangs and drive them into her soft, supple flesh. Having his cock inside her gave him the stamina to resist biting her, but it wouldn’t be long before he’d lose that last line of defense.

He rolled over and brought her on top, driving his cock upward. She cried out as he did so, flattening her hands against his chest. Her hair danced around her shoulders, mimicking the dancing bounces of her breasts.

The snarls and moans coming from the Thorne men added to his pleasure. He’d take her, then watch as they had her.

She rocked forward and back, then did a sweet circle, her body a beautiful weapon against him, for him. Her pussy walls clamped around his cock, setting up friction that had his balls tightening. Pushing against the sides of her breasts, she tempted him to lift his head and take her breast. He nibbled, sucked, and teased, driving long, agonized moans from her.

When she shut her eyes and parted her lips, he knew her climax was at the brink. He drove into her hard, clamping down on her legs to hold her in place. Her eyelids flew open and she shouted, the sound morphing into a torture-filled scream of release. The climax shuddered through her, sending the connection into a monster that enveloped their bodies. He held onto his orgasm, gritting his teeth. To turn it loose would mean it was over, and he wasn’t through with her yet.

Her body grew slack and she fell forward. If he hadn’t lifted her off him and brought her into the crook of his arm, she would’ve fallen face-first to the ground.

The silence of the room startled him and he turned toward Duncan and Lance.

Duncan’s hard stare bore into him. “You fucked up. If the connection is gone, I’ll never forgive you.”

Lance scowled then turned his head away. “Fuck you, Grant Harkness.”



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Christy was spent, but the anger in Duncan’s and Lance’s voices spurred her back to life. She pushed against Grant and came to a sitting position. “No. Don’t blame him. I wanted it as much as he did.”

She felt Grant’s low rumble against the palm of her hand. Just as she was about to face him, he got to his feet, taking her along with him.

“I’m not through with you yet, woman.”

“Bring her to us,” ordered Lance.

“And unchain us,” demanded Duncan.

Grant carried her across the room then set her on her feet. He reached for Duncan’s chains.

“Stop. Don’t unchain them.”

The flash of irritation in Duncan’s eyes swept over her. Grant had brought her to a climax, but she could already feel the burgeoning power of another breaking forth. She leaned her body against Duncan’s, then swept her tongue over his chest. She tore away what little was left of his shredded clothes.

“Babe, turn me loose. I have to have you.”

She flicked her tongue over her upper lip. “No. I like seeing you chained up.” His moans accompanied her descent as she kissed his chest then slinked down, her tongue taking a seductive path to his huge cock. Once there, his breathing was hard and he thrust his hips forward, urging her to take him inside.

She did, slowly, knowing that he was in delight and pain with her leisurely progress. By the time she made it to his curly base, he was begging her to wrap her legs around him and sink his cock into her pussy.