The carnal thought sends a savage heat through my blood that makes me drive in harder.
I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want to see her belly round and full. I want to know that I impregnated her. I need to see this woman—my queen, my mate, my everything—carrying the next Wolf King inside her. The thought is primal and all-consuming and it makes me absolutely feral.
“Kieran,” she gasps as I pick up the pace, fucking her mercilessly. “Gods, Kieran, you’re so big…”
“Look at me,” I growl.
Those innocent blue eyes find mine and the deep connection grips my soul.
“You feel that?” I say as I thrust in deep and hold my cock inside her, grinding against her clit.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I feel every inch.”
“That’s your mate claiming you,” I say on her open lips. “That’s what this pussy was made for. This.Us. It was made for my big cock.”
She moans and wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper, and I lose the last thread of restraint I was holding onto.
I fuck herhard.
Deep, driving strokes that push her up the silk sheets and make the carved oak headboard slam against the stone wall. She arches her hips up to meet every one of them, crying out, her nails raking down my back, her beautiful face twisted up in an expression of pure overwhelmed pleasure.
More, my wolf demands.Give her more. Fill her. Breed her.
I hook my arm under her lower back and tilt her hips up, changing the angle, and she makes a sexy whimpering sound that I’ll never forget.
“There,” she gasps. “Rightthere, don’t stop?—”
I don’t stop.
I pound into that spot relentlessly, watching her face, watching her fall apart beneath me, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her lips parted, her eyes glazed. I watch her come undone completely, marveling that she’s mine. My girl, my mate, my queen, my soul mate, my best friend. She’s everything now.
“Cum for me,” I growl into her ear. “Right now, Calista. Cum on your king’s cock.”
She detonates.
Her back arches clean off the mattress, her thighs clamping around my hips, her whole body shaking as the orgasm crashes through her, hot and wild. She screams—loud and unrestrained, the carnal sounds echoing off the stone walls of the tower.
I barely notice any of it. All I can focus on is the way her tight pussy is clenching around me in hot pulsing waves that nearly pull me over the edge with her.
Nearly.
I’m not done with her yet.
While she’s still shaking, still crying out, still in the full grip of it, I grab her hips and flip her.
She gasps as she lands on her hands and knees, her hair tumbling forward, and before she can catch her breath I’m behind her, gripping her hips, sliding back into her wet clenching heat in one long stroke.
She drops onto her elbows with a moan.
“Fuck, Kieran…”
“That’s my good girl,” I growl, possessive hands running down her spine and gripping her ass. “Keep cumming for me. Don’t stop.”
I start to move.
Slow at first. Then deeper. Pulling almost all the way out and driving back in until my hips meet her ass with a slapping sound that fills the room. She’s still trembling from the orgasm and every thrust sends a fresh wave through her, little helpless sounds spilling out of her with each one.
This woman is sexy from every angle. That round ass rippling with every hit, her curved spine, her hair bouncing… Gods, I can’t get enough of her.
