I pant through it, relishing the burn, the way my body fights and then yields. My nipples graze the coarse hair on his chest with every shallow breath.
“Still good?” Low, against my ear when he’s finally seated. He eases his hand from between us and sets it beside my head, both hands now bracing him over me.
“Oh God, so good,” I gasp out. I’m feeling nerves firing in places I never knew existed in me. There’s already a warmth building that’s completely unexpected. A tremor runs through me, and my muscles spasm around him as he starts to move.
“Christ,” he groans, hips stuttering. “You’re so fucking tight. Do you need me to—”
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Don’t…don’t stop!” I lock my ankles at the small of his back and drag him deeper.
He sets up a cautious rhythm that has me surging against him, throbbing for more. He’s barely begun thrusting when I feel it start, a sensation welling, growing before I’ve even had a chance to recognize it…the pressure crests, blooms, and breaks.
Already? It’s impossible!
“Fuck!” I gasp, every muscle stiffening as nerve endings start firing again. I come hard around him, core-deep, the thick ridge of him riding straight over my G-spot. My eyes roll back, my vision flickering as pleasure floods through me.
“That’s good, Grace. Go with it.” His voice is deep against my chest. He fucks me through it, steady and relentless, eyes locked on my face, forearms planted on either side of my head so I am engulfed—shoulders, chest, arms, all of him caging me, hard flesh filling me.
By the time I come down, his hips are moving in shallow pulses, and I realize he’s not even all the way in.
My God!
The knowledge hits with a fresh rush of slick. I want the rest. My nails rake down his back, catching on muscle, then lower to grip the hard flex of his ass.
My wolf is quiet. I’m not.
“More!” I urge. I didn’t know how hungry I’d been. It’s been too long since my body was my own, under the control of others who treated me like a science experiment. Now, here I am—nails in his skin, heels at the backs of his thighs, none of it controlled.
He finds the angle that makes me pull him harder, and he holds it, pumping, grinding, still watching me. I stop being composed about any of it. I toss my head, breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Fuck! Oh God! Oh, my God!!” My back arches so hard, I’d dislodge him if he weren’t so heavy.
“Grace,” he says. Low. He doesn’t say it lightly. There’s an edge to his voice that tells me that beneath the composure, he’s barely holding it together.
“Harder,” I gasp. “Take me harder. All of it.”
He gives it. An inch more with each thrust. Then one more hard drive, and he’s in to the hilt.
“Oooooh!” I keen. “Oh. Oh, God, you’re everywhere!” I’m writhing beneath him. It feels like the blunt head is lodged in my throat. He grunts as he bottoms out, body shuddering as he holds himself steady. “There… Fuck! Fuck! Right there!” I shatter again, walls clenching tight around the full length, and he buries his face in my neck, holding me firmly.
It’s only as I start to focus again that I feel how tightly coiled he is. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and he’s shuddering against me, hips moving in small circles. He waits for a moment until the spasms have eased and then pumps hard a few times, pulls out, and releases over my belly with a guttural sound, covering me in hot pulses of cum.
“Jesus,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. He sinks down onto me briefly, his cock pressed between us, twitching against my skin, his weight pressing me into the cot, pinning me.
For a moment, I feel out of touch with reality, my mind short-circuiting as I try to process the sensations. We’re both panting, chests heaving.
“You good?” he asks eventually. His hand cups my cheek, his eyes on my face.
“Mmhmm,” is all I can manage. His lips graze mine, and I take in his breath, my scent still coating his skin.
My pussy throbs, stretched and tender from the size of him, but I’m sated, boneless, every muscle loose.
He gathers me against his chest, one broad arm curled around my back, and we lie there breathing hard. The cave smells of us—sweat, sex, bear and wolf. My face is tucked under his jaw. I feel small and protected, the way I did in his arms on the mountain after the dragon came for me.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
I look up at him. “Are you kidding?” My voice is still hoarse from the sounds I’d been making. “You just gave me the best sex of my life.”
He chuckles, and the sound rumbles in his chest and vibrates through me. And I realize that I’ve never heard him laugh before.
