Page 75 of Puck Your Charity

Olive works the oil into my skin. Her thumbs push deep into the tight muscles of my upper back. She uses her body weight to press deeper, kneading the tension out of my shoulders. The repetitive motion works the stubborn knots out of my spine. I let my head drop forward. A drop of cold water falls from the end of my wet braid and hits the center of my back.

"Your hair is still soaking wet from the ice bath." She traces the thick braid resting against my spine. "Can I take it out?"

I open my eyes. I keep my hair braided all the time. I hate people touching it. It gets in the way on the ice and gives opponents something to grab. But the quiet hope in her voice shifts my rigid boundaries. I want to make her happy.

"Go ahead." I give her the permission.

She shifts on her knees behind me. Her small fingers pull the elastic tie off the end. She starts at the bottom, working the woven strands apart. Her knuckles scrape against my scalp. The sensation sends a shiver down my neck. She combs her fingersthrough the dark, wet waves. The long strands fall past my shoulders and drape down my back.

"You look incredible like this." Her breath ghosts over my skin. "It makes you look relaxed."

Her apple pie scent spikes. The sweet aroma floods the dim bedroom. The scent drips with sudden, undeniable arousal. My long hair turns her on.

Her touch changes. The massage morphs into something else. She shifts on the mattress, crawling around to my front. She kneels right between my spread legs. She slides her oil-slick hands over my collarbones, tracing the hard lines of my chest. She presses her soft front against my torso. Her nipples peak hard against the thin cotton of her t-shirt, dragging against my skin. She trails open-mouth kisses up the side of my neck.

A hot jolt shoots straight to my cock.

I reach up and catch her wrists. I hold her hands in place against my chest.

"You distract me." I keep my voice a low rumble.

"Good." She leans her chin on my shoulder. "You deserve a distraction."

I wrap my arms around her waist, looking down at her in the middle of her nest. Her dark bob frames her flushed face. Her brown eyes look blown out and hungry. She wants me. The realization fuels my dominance. I lack the need to force anything. I just need to guide her.

I reach out and grab the hem of the t-shirt she wears. I pull the fabric up and over her head, tossing it out of the nest. She sits naked on the blankets. The dim light catches the sheen of slick coating her inner thighs.

"Lie back." I issue the soft directive.

She obeys without hesitation. She lies back against the mountain of pillows. She spreads her legs, opening herself up to my gaze. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths.

I move over her. My towering frame cages her small body. I brace my hands on either side of her head. I lean down and capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting the sweet and spice of her scent. I kiss her with deliberate, unhurried focus. I want her to feel cherished. I want her to feel the immense weight of my appreciation for everything she does for this pack.

I break the kiss and trail my mouth down her neck. I suck a dark bruise onto her collarbone, marking her skin.

"Malcolm." She arches her back, her hands twisting into my loose hair.

I move lower. I cup her breasts. I roll her tight nipples between my thumbs. The friction makes her whine. I suck one nipple into my mouth, biting the sensitive peak with gentle pressure. I swirl my tongue over the swollen bud. She thrashes on the sheets. Her slick floods the blankets beneath her. I take my time with her chest, moving back and forth between her breasts until she begs for more.

I trail kisses down her flat stomach. I settle my face between her thighs.

I press my mouth against her soaking wet pussy. The taste of her sweet slick floods my tongue. I lap at her folds, drinking her heat. I swirl my tongue over her swollen clit.

"Please." She grips the pillows. Her hips buck upward against my mouth.

I hold her hips down with my large hands. I keep her pinned to the mattress. I suck her clit hard, drawing a screaming moan from her throat. I feed her pleasure. I slide two fingers into her wet core. I pump my fingers in a relentless rhythm while my mouth devours her clit. Her thighs tremble. Her inner walls spasm around my fingers. I pull back, letting the cool air hit her wet center.

I strip my boxer briefs off and toss them aside. My cock springs free, thick and aching. The knot at the base swells, stretching the skin tight.

I crawl back up her body. I align my hips with hers. I nudge the head of my shaft against her dripping entrance.

"Look at me."

Her hazy brown eyes meet mine.

"You take care of this pack." I push forward, sinking the first few inches of my cock into her tight heat. "You feed us. You fix our injuries. You make hotels feel like a home."

I drive my hips forward, burying my entire length deep inside her pussy. The intense friction steals the breath from my lungs. She wraps around me like a velvet glove. The swollen knot stays outside her entrance, pressing hot against her skin.