Page 58 of Ice Devil

“Interesting.” I easily pulled her free, laughing as she leaned over toward the opening. Now she was clawing the air, providing an adorable whimper as she did. “Not any longer.”

When I placed her bare feet onto the patio, she tried her best to shove me away. As if there was any chance at moving a big block of beastly weight. I swung her around to face the street, instantly pressing her against the railing with my body.

“You’re more beast than man.”

“Yes, you’re right, which is why my behavior shouldn’t surprise you.”

“I assure you it doesn’t.” For all her attempts at stopping me, she certainly was pushing every envelope with undulating her hips so her bottom was agitating my dick.

There was only one way of solving the dilemma.

Fucking her right here with no reservations, no tenderness. We were too far gone for that.

That’s exactly what I did, thrusting my shaft into her sweet pussy and jerking her hips out from the railing. With her standing on her toes, the angle was perfect. Her fingers were white knuckled as she gripped the railing. Mine were so from digging them into her hips. As the pounding continued, her breathing became more labored, moans mere whispers.

I was being true to my earlier proclamation, relentless in fucking her. The force I used was even jarring to me. Yet I couldn’t stop. The push and pull between us, the volatile emotions that had captured us both from one locker room stunt seemed to sweep through me in a way that created a demanding need to fill her with my seed. While I’d likely question my roughness and intentions later, both were far removed from my mind. Only my carnal needs remained important.

Every breath she took was labored, gasping more than not as she pushed back against me. How she was able to meet every brutal thrust was beyond me.

For a little while, I was no longer a man with good intentions, but a wolf who’d captured his prey. Whether or not anyone was paying attention from below also didn’t matter.

This was of greatest importance and in no longer being able to see clearly, I was pushed into an uncomfortable comprehension. While intellectually, I gathered that it was obvious I was a slow learner in the ways of our kind, there was no denying any longer what she was to me.

My mate.

I didn’t need a computer program or a stack of ancient texts to tell me what I’d suspected but had pushed aside. Yet in this moment and in being so rough with her, I was reminded of how fragile a human could be.

Even if she was giving as good as she was taking.

My overanalyzing moment threatened to kill the passion. Not a chance. I nuzzled against the nape of her neck, breathing in her sweet perfume as I allowed my wolf a moment to enjoy himself.

But only one because if given ample opportunity, he would try to possibly succeed in taking over.

That just wasn’t allowed.

I slipped my hand under her chin, gripping her throat. With her back arched and her bottom jutted out, I sensed the switch in the angle was exactly what she needed.

With a slight tilt of my head, I basked in watching her expression change as another orgasm swept through her. She was so damn beautiful when she came. Her little nose was scrunched up, her eyes cinched closer, and her mouth? Forget about her mouth.

Tightly pinched together and those who didn’t know her might mistake her pursed lips for a disgruntled frown. Far from accurate.

Sloane was falling prey to the dark side of our passion, finding her own sense of ecstasy through my savage actions.

As her breathing hitched, soft moans becoming louder and her pussy muscles rapidly clenching and releasing, I could feel the powerful orgasm. There was nothing quite like living vicariously through her shared bliss.

While she was still in the throes of rapture, apparently I wasn’t interested in slowing down. Or respecting that her body might be over-sensitized by the rough round of sex. It would seem my determined restraint had been shoved aside, allowing my beast to come out and play.

And if there was anything I’d learned from my grandfather many years before, it was that once our wolves were awakened to the scent of our mates, the rabble rousing was set to begin.

I yanked her to a standing position with my hand still wrapped around her throat. Her face shimmered underneath the bright moon, her eyes remaining mostly closed. Her expression was serene as she rubbed her sweaty palms up and down my outer thighs.

On the balls of my feet, I refused to let go yet, pushing myself for another few minutes of having my cock buried deep inside.

Maybe I was enjoying controlling her a little too much, enough so that as the need to release continued to build, I allowed my body to shake instead of giving into temptation.

All the bravado and bullshit I was fighting to sell was tossed aside when she squeezed her pussy muscles with her usual utter defiance.

Always eager for the last word. Always determined to take control.