Page 25 of Safety Hazard

The primal declaration sent a shiver through me. I nodded, letting him pull me back onto the couch, arranging me exactly how he wanted me—on my back, legs spread wide to accommodate his broad shoulders as he knelt between them.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over my exposed body with possessive heat. “All mine.”

“All yours,” I agreed, reaching for him. “Please, Shep. I need you.”

He leaned over to retrieve lubricant from the side table drawer—because of course he’d planned for this possibility, had prepared even in the midst of his romantic dinner setup. Always thinking ahead when it came to me, to us.

I watched through half-lidded eyes as he slicked his fingers, then gasped as he pressed one inside me without preamble. The initial discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure as he found that perfect spot with practiced ease.

“More,” I demanded, pushing back against his hand. “I’m ready.”

“Patience,” he murmured, though his own control was clearly fraying. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I assured him, reaching down to stroke myself, knowing the visual would test his resolve. “I know you, Shep. All of you. You’d never hurt me.”

His eyes, now fully gold in the candlelight, fixed on my hand moving over my own erection. With a growl that was more wolf than man, he added a second finger alongside the first, stretching me with more urgency now.

By the time he added a third, I was a writhing mess, beyond coherent thought or speech. “Please,” I managed, the word barely recognizable. “Please, now.”

He needed no further encouragement. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching, then positioned himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent.

Our eyes met in the flickering candlelight, his asking a final question, mine giving clear permission. He pushed forward slowly, filling me inch by delicious inch until he was seated fully within me. For a moment, we both held perfectly still, connected as intimately as two people could be.

“I love you,” he said, the words sounding torn from somewhere deep inside him. “God, Evan, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “Now move, please.”

He needed no further prompting. His hips withdrew only to drive forward again, establishing a rhythm that was neither gentle nor rough but perfectly calibrated to my responses. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through me, each withdrawal left me aching for more.

As his control continued to slip, his movements became more forceful, more demanding. His eyes glowed gold continuously now, his canines fully extended, his features shifting subtly toward his wolf form without actually transforming. Far from being frightened by this partial shift, I found it incredibly arousing—this visual evidence of how much I affected him, how completely he trusted me with his true nature.

“Mine,” he growled, the word barely human as his hips snapped forward with increasing force. “My mate. My husband.”

The new designation—husband—sent a fresh wave of heat through me. “Yes,” I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Your husband. Your mate. Yours, Shep, only yours.”

My acquiescence seemed to trigger something primal in him. He growled, deep and possessive, then suddenly pulled out completely. Before I could protest the loss, he had flipped me over onto my stomach, lifted my hips, and driven back into me in one smooth motion.

The new angle was devastating, his cock hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. I buried my face in the couch cushions, muffling the embarrassingly loud sounds he was forcing from me. One of his hands tangled in my hair, turning my head so he could see my expression.

“Let me hear you,” he demanded, his voice rough and inhuman. “Want to hear what I do to you.”

Unable to deny him anything in this state, I stopped trying to quiet myself. Each thrust now drew an unrestrained moan or gasp, the sounds seemingly spurring him to greater efforts. His free hand reached beneath me to wrap around my neglected erection, stroking in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the edge. I could feel my climax building, a tension coiling at the base of my spine.

“Shep,” I warned, my voice breaking. “I’m close, I’m going to—”

“Yes,” he growled, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock. “Come for me, Evan. Let me feel you.”

His words and touch combined to push me over the edge. I came with a shout, my body clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me in waves. He followed immediately, his release hot inside me, his body draping over mine as he growled his satisfaction against my neck.

For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position, his weight a comforting pressure along my back, his breath hot against my skin. When he finally withdrew, it was with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of our coupling.

He helped me turn over, then gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as though I was something precious, something to be protected and cherished. I went willingly, my body heavy with satisfaction, my heart full to bursting.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked after a while, his voice back to its normal timbre though still rough with emotion.

I shook my head, too content to be bothered by the pleasant ache I’d feel tomorrow. “Perfect. It was perfect.”