Page 35 of Brazen

I was tempted to find out what she meant by that, but it was too important to me to satisfy her. I shoved in deep, gripping her hips, and holding myself against her ass for a moment to let her relish getting what she wanted.

“Like this?” I eased back out and slammed in hard and stayed again. She felt so fucking good. She took me so well, we were perfect together.

“God, yes!”

I held her hips in place and found a rhythm, my thighs slapping her ass, my dick sliding in deep with every stroke.

“I wanna hear my name when I satisfy you.”

She let out a husky laugh. “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me good and hard.”

Oh damn. I loved my girl’s dirty talk. I had to hold my breath and look moonward to keep from coming right then.

I changed my grip, one hand holding her nape, the other bracing her hip as I fucked her hard and fast, like she’d asked.

“Yes, Sam! Oh God! Sam!”

There it was. My wolf was in heaven. I filed that memory away with the first one. Guaranteed, I’d be pulling both out tomorrow morning to jerk off in the shower.

I slid my hand at her hip down the outside of her thigh and gripped behind the knee to hike it up for a position change. The angle shifted, and I got even deeper.

“You tell me how you want it, Sparks, and I’ll give it to you.”

“This. Like this,” she panted. “Yes. Harder.”

Harder? Damn. She wanted it like a she-wolf wanted it, and I was happy to oblige. I slid in and out, building to a new crescendo. Clio was right there with me, her keening cries growing shorter, louder, until I was on the verge of losing control.

“Fuck, Clio…fuck. I’m gonna…”

“Yes! Yes, Sam!” she screamed.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I shoved in deep, my balls pumping, filling the condom with hot streams of cum.

Clio clenched around my dick, her orgasm milking my cock for everything there.

“Oh my God,” she panted.

“Fuck, Sparks. It gets better and better.” Euphoria washed over me as I dropped my torso over hers, resting my front against her back and kissing her neck.

My mate was in my arms. I’d just heard her scream my name. Things were definitely looking up.

“Oh God. That was so good,” Clio mumbled. I could feel her heart pounding.

My wolf preened. I eased out of her and knotted the condom, tossing it in the back of the truck where I’d thrown the other one.

Clio turned and studied me. “I thought for sure you were going to leave that condom on the ground at the restaurant,” she said as I zipped up.

I scoffed. “Me? No way. I don’t litter. This land is a gift.” I glanced toward the national forest that rose up only a few blocks behind Ernie’s Garage. She couldn’t have picked a better location to raise a young wolf.

I needed to find out if she knew that.

Clio looked at me as if seeing me for the first time as she fixed her skirt and tucked her hair back. “You love nature?”

I nodded. “‘Course. I’m a Montana cowboy through and through.”

“Hmm. I guess I thought you all might be busy wrangling nature to suit your needs.”

“I grinned. Well, we may be apex predators, but that doesn’t mean we don’t seek harmony with our surroundings.” I was talking more about being a wolf than a rancher. Checking for any signs of recognition.