Page 25 of Darrin: The Wolves

“I know I fit with you. And no one who isn’t in the pack gets to tell me that I don’t belong. Because I belong with you.”

“You do. I only want you. Not because of what you are, but because of who you are. You’re just right for me.”

She cupped his face and went onto her toes, brushing her lips over his.

“I love you.” They both said the words at the same time.

And then they both laughed.

“I do love you,” she said. “It doesn’t matter that we just met on Monday. That was the best Monday of my life.”

“No more blind dates, just you and me forever.”

“I want to see your wolf,” she said.

“Now?”

“No.” She let the word drawl out a little, and then she took a step backward, toward the bedroom.

“Careful,” he said, his voice low enough to make her stomach flip. “It’s not nice to tease alphas.”

“Is it really teasing?” she asked. She pulled his shirt over her head, tossed it at him, and raced to the bedroom.

She didn’t make it onto the bed.

He pressed against her, bending her over the bed and running his hands down her back. “Sexy female,” he said. “I want to make you mine.” He anchored his fingers in her waistband and gave a little tug.

Her toes curled at his possessive tone.

“I want that too.”

He pushed her hair away from her neck and touched her skin. “I want to mark you here, make you mine forever.”

“I’m ready. I’m so ready to be yours.”

Pressing his fists into the bedding on either side of her, he kissed slowly up her shoulder to her neck, giving her skin a little nip with his teeth. Then he said in her ear with the lowest of growly tones, “Sweet, sexy female. I’m ready to be yours, too.”

She breathed out shakily as a riot of sensations cascaded through her while he stripped her, tossing her clothes and shoes aside, the cool air of the room making her skin prickle.

She heard him take off his own clothes, the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering loud in the quiet room. Her body was strung tight, and she was the most turned on she’d ever been in her life. And he’d only kissed her!

He splayed his hands across her back and slid them slowly down, cupping her hips and sliding his hands forward over her thighs. His fingers rubbed against her folds and she closed her eyes as he rolled his hands back over her hips and down against her folds, over and over.

Until she was rocking back against him, wanting more than the light touches that were already driving her wild.

He slipped an arm underneath her chest and drew her upright, her hips pressing against the side of the bed as he laid his hand low on her belly and ever so slowly moved it down.

He kissed her neck and she tilted her head with a moan as his fingers slid down more boldly, rubbing her clit, and pressing his fingers into her pussy, then dragging her arousal over her sensitive bud.

He sucked her skin into his mouth and bit gently and she shuddered against him, her skin on fire and her nerve endings singing. He rubbed her clit roughly, holding her against him, his erection pressed into her back.

Sinking his fingers into her heat, he fucked her with them, then rubbed her clit, his wet fingers sliding over her sensitive bud again and again, until her thighs were trembling and her knees were buckling. Just as she teetered on the edge of pleasure, he pushed her roughly forward, pulled her hips back, and thrust inside.

When he was buried deep and her body was still humming, he pushed his hand between the bed and her body and rubbed her clit until she fell over the edge into pleasure, pushing herself up with her hands and writhing on his cock.

Nothing had ever felt as good as coming while he was inside her.

Pure, pure pleasure.