Page 113 of Ice Devil

“Holy shit.” I dropped my head while at the same time clawing the log.

He certainly didn’t waste any time, pulling out and thrusting in again. And again.

Until his actions became rougher and I was completely out of breath. Forget the heat from before or the shots of current that had turned me into some wanton beast. I kept clawing at the log, pushing back against him as the connection between us built to a delicious precipice.

While he kept one hand on my hip, digging his fingers into my skin, he used the other to collect my hair. Since when did long hair become a leash or reins used as if the man was riding a horse? That’s right. We brought out the animal in each other.

The thought had me thrusting backward, adoring the sound of his skin slapping against mine. It was all very primal, including the beads of sweat that were dripping from his face onto my back. I concentrated on the tiny prickles of heat from them as his actions became even more savage.

Panting, I could barely hold myself together, fighting carnal urges like longing to have his big, fat cock in my mouth, sucking until he coated my throat with his cum.

Somehow, I had a feeling that wouldn’t be allowed. At least not until he had his fill.

And he was enjoying finding a way of satisfying his needs. Yes, the sensations rocking me were different because he was unlike the happy go lucky aw-shucks man-whore I’d met the first day. This man was serious in his devotion to giving and receiving pleasure.

So much so that in thinking the idea, it was as if he read my mind, slowing his actions to entice an orgasm. I was confounded by the volume of electricity shooting through me as well as how much I craved having more. Rougher. Harder. Faster.

With every stroke of his cock, it felt as if I was losing control of myself. There were sparks of light floating in front of my eyes, all vivid in color. I could hear every cawing bird, every creepy-crawly in the forest. The taste of him from the kiss was also stronger even though my lips were dry and in need of another sip from his mouth.

When he picked up some speed again, my body responded with another jolt of current rushing down my extremities.

“Oh, shit. I’m going to…”

“Come for me, my mate. Come.”

Mate. Mate… He’d need to fully explain what the hell he meant, but I was too far gone in the throes of passion to ask him a damn thing.

“Yes. Yes. Yes…” As the climax roared through me, I stopped moving altogether. I couldn’t breathe from the intensity, pleasure so blissful. A smile crossed my face that would scare me if I looked into a mirror.

The entire time there was a low rumble behind me, a dark and evocative growl that would forever haunt someone else. But for me? A powerful aphrodisiac.

His actions picked up in intensity, the force driving me into the log. And I didn’t care. Using my hands, I pushed back against him, marveling at the way his cock was swelling even more. My muscles ached, but in the best way and the vibrations rocketing through me kept me on the plateau where bliss turned into sheer ecstasy.

With every stroke, I offered one strangled moan after another. Until I could sense he was ready to erupt deep inside.

Yet he didn’t.

He slowed his actions once again while his dick seemed to take a different shape. How was that possible? As I panted and clawed the bark, he let off an intense howl. The frenzy was insane, pushing us both. I did everything to meet the brutal thrusts until I was sweating all over, close to barking like a dog.

My pulse increased, beads of perspiration licking my face.

The pressure was intense, the ache furrowing deep inside my pussy, but I loved the vibrations.

The swelling continued, until I remembered reading about canines and how they mated. They knotted their partners. Whoa. Was that what he was doing? Was he…

That was crazy. Or was it?

Harder. Faster. Completely unfocused, I was pushed beyond comprehending anything and when he finally stopped moving, I felt the ragged pulsing sensations inside my pussy change just as he released deep inside.

The moment was staggering, leaving me breathless and moaning.

Yet when he wrapped his body around mine, his cock still throbbing, still hard as a rock, I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

Of what, only time would tell.

CHAPTER 24

Beck