Page 168 of Wolf Blood

There was a new look in his eyes. It was almost... wild.

Guess breeding season was to blame for that.

"How long until it peaks?" I asked him.

"A few hours."

"How are you feeling?"

"Really fucking horny."

I flashed him a grin. "My favorite of your moods, then."

He only made it up two flights of stairs before he put me down on the top step and ripped my pants down my thighs. His mouth was on my center a moment later, and I gasped out a curse as my fingers dug into the hard flooring.

Rhone was insatiable.

It took me longer than usual to get to the edge, considering our current location and position, but he was in no rush. I came hard, and he was driving into me before my climax ended. His hand was around my waist, playing with my clit roughly, as he filled me.

He fucked me hard until we came together, and didn't manage to pull out before his knot swelled.

So, that's how we ended up trapped together in the stairwell.

Rhone groaned when he lowered his forehead to my shoulder. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

"Your cock was thinking for you," I managed to get out, already close to the edge of my pleasure again, with his knot sending fierce waves of it through me constantly. "I like the way it thinks."

"I'm going to have to try to get us up the stairs like this." His voice strained.

"There's no way."

There was a way.

He slowly, painfully (for him, not me) carried me up the stairs.

We got off together on the way, and he had to stop, both of us swearing and groaning under the sheer intensity of it.

Eventually, we made it back to our apartment. The bed was too far, so we crashed on the rug, with Rhone holding me until his knot softened.

"That was amazing," I panted, relaxing into his arms in complete and utter bliss.

"It's always amazing between us." We were face to face, and my eyes met his gorgeous, glowing blues. "Trouble, can we... talk?"

"You want totalk?"

"Not really. But we should."

"Okay. Let's talk."

"When breeding season starts, I'm going to lose control of myself completely."

"I know. You've told me that repeatedly. I really don't think it's going to be that?—"

He covered my palm with his hand. It was the clearest possible way he could've told me to shut up, so I shut up.

"I'm going to tell you things," he said bluntly. "Things about the way I feel. About how I feel about you. They'll be true. You can't lie, when you're that out of control. You can't even think. I don't want to say it for the first time, when I'm basically rabid."

"Say what?" I asked against his hand. My voice was muffled.