Page 72 of Wolf Blood

"I still don't know if you can handle me. I don't do gentle," he said.

"I feel nothing because of my bloodlust most of the time. I don't want gentle."

He slid his fingers out before thrusting them in roughly, and I gasped as he lit up every fucking part of me just like that.I grabbed his arm, holding on tightly as my knees threatened to buckle. His free hand peeled my leggings partway down my thighs.

"You're going to come on my hand just like this." He worked my clit slowly with his thumb, and I did exactly that.

I came.

On his hand.

So hard, I saw stars.

I cried out in pleasure as I lost control, clinging to him and rocking violently. My legs shook, so he hooked one of my knees around his ass as I came down from the high.

He pulled his fingers free and lifted them to his mouth, sucking my pleasure off his skin as he dragged the head of his cock over my center. The satisfied rumble that escaped him was all male.

"Don't tease me," I panted, grabbing his fist and lining his tip up with my entrance. "You promised me a rough fuck. Deliver."

His eyes flashed, glowing electric blue as he drove into me hard.

The moan that escaped me was nearly feral.

The snarl that escaped him was, too.

"You're so fucking tight, Harp."

"Don't call me that," I breathed, as he pulled out and took me again, even rougher.

"You love it."

"I hate it."

He tilted my hips and filled me again, stopping right before I climaxed.

I dug my fingers into his arm nearly hard enough to draw blood. "Fine. It's perfect. Love it. Call me whatever the fuck you want."

He drove into me again, bottoming out twice before I came on his cock.

It felt like fireworks.

Like life and bliss and excitement andfeelings. For the first time in so fucking long, real, intense feelings.

My eyes stung.

"You good?" he growled.

"Good enough. Fuck me harder," I whispered.

He snarled, and did exactly that.

The slap of skin and the scent of sex overwhelmed my senses as we came together.

Werewolf men didn't need much time between rounds. Just a minute or two. Bloom had told me that much.

Rhone was fucking me wildly again, when someone knocked loudly on the cabin door.

He went still.