Page 82 of A Wolfe in the Woods

A sudden, breathless rush tore through me…like the cracking of ice at the heart of a frozen lake. It was release. It was freedom.A dam bursting, a flood that spilled through me, wild and unstoppable.

The orgasm whipped through me so suddenly that there was no warning. I came on his cock. I gasped, half laughing, half crying, overcome by the intensity of it all.

I was undone. And yet, somehow, more whole than I’d ever been.

My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, still trembling. “Oh my gods,” I whispered, dazed and spent.

Pulling back to look at him, I saw that Jonathan wasn’t even breathing hard. Not even close. Those deep blue eyes met mine, still wild and wanting. Then, a wolfish smile curved slowly at the corner of his mouth. “We’re not done.”

“We’re n—?” I started but never got the chance to finish. He pulled out of my body, and I nearly protested at the loss. Grabbing my hips, he flipped me around, pressing the flesh of my backside into the blunt pressure of his cock, skin hot against mine.

He pressed even closer, letting me feel every inch of it, thick and impossibly hard. A startled sound caught in my throat. I shifted, teasing him. I didn’t mean to torture him…but maybe I did.

He growled low, and then he picked me up from the ground, moving us both forward. I barely had time to catch my breath before my thighs brushed against a waist-height boulder at the cliff’s edge.The stone was warm beneath my hands as he urged me to lean forward, and I did, bracing myself as I lowered.

The air wrapped around us, brisk and alive. Below us, Everwick shimmered like stars. Above, the moon hung like a witness in the sky, soft silver pouring over my bare skin making it appear paler than its natural color.

Then I felt it again, pressed against the curve of my ass, hot and eager. The heat of his cock was branded against my skin, a promise of what was to come.

“Spread for me,” he growled, low and dark—a command I couldn’t refuse. The boulder beneath my hands smelled like rain after a storm, and I pressed my front against it. He wanted to take me from behind. He wanted me like this, in this primal position, and a tantalizing thrill went through me at the prospect.

He slid his shaft between my thighs when I did as he ordered, arching my back, the movement slow and teasing. His cock’s head rubbed lightly against my lips, which I was certain were still glistening wet. The world narrowed, everything in me focused on the stretch of him between my thighs…and then the world bloomed.

He slid into me, this time easily in one unbroken motion. And I took all of him. There was no resistance this time. Just the perfect, aching stretch of being filled by him. His palms clamped firmly on both sides of my ass, holding me in place as he began to move…slow at first, then finding a steady pace.

It wasn’t long before his smooth rhythm deepened, each movement carrying more force, more urgency. His hips smacked against my flesh in a steady, consuming cadence that made me gasp and tremble.I gave in easily to the sublime, seductive punishment.

When I looked over my shoulder, our eyes met—his blazing with hunger, mine offering to satisfy. My message was clear.

Yes. I liked it.

Yes. I wanted more.

Give me more,I pleaded silently.

And he answered.

“I’ve thought of you like this. That day when I saw you come out of the lake, I imagined pulling that bikini to the side and drying you off with my tongue.”

I gasped, heat curling low and tight in my belly. He had?

“And later that night, I thought of youjust like this,” he rasped, the last three words punctuated with a hard thrust. “I love how you take me, how perfect you feel around my cock.”

His words set me ablaze. I moved with him, attuned to every breath, every shift of his body.Like I’d been made for this—for him—to be held, to be taken…and claimed. To surrender to this moment completely.

The rhythm of us both synched with the hush of the wind and the distant rush of the sea. Each movement pulled a sound from me I didn’t know I could make. Each stroke sent a shiver up my spine.

I looked out, dazed, over the endless horizon. The sky. The sea. The town and the island glowing far below.

But nothing compared to what I felt now.

Like I’d become part of this moment. Part of him. Part of this wild, spinning world.

His mouth brushed my ear, voice rough with restraint. “Will you come for me again, Red?”

The words scattered my thoughts. “I—” My breath caught. I could barely speak, barelythink. “I don’t…I don’t know if I can.” The truth poured out in a whisper, raw and shaking.

And yet…I wanted to. But this moment went beyond a mere orgasm. This felt…oddly fated, even though I knew that fated mates were only in fairytales, only ever in stories.