As the pleasure builds higher, she starts reaching for me more frantically, her lips brushing desperately against my collarbone and chest, trying to pull me closer, her body writhing under me.
I don’t let her.
I pin her wrists back above her head with both hands, using my weight to hold her down while I work her open until her moans turn broken and her thighs shake. My wolf is pacing the inside of my chest, drunk on her scent.
Only then do I pull my fingers out. I quickly remove the rest of her clothes and shed my own. I settle between her thighs, my cock heavy and aching. I rub the head along her slick folds, teasing her until she whimpers.
“Look at me,” I say softly.
When her eyes meet mine, hazy with need, I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust. She tenses at the stretch, fingers digging into my shoulders. I stay still, buried to the hilt, kissingher gently until her body relaxes around me. My wolf growls with raw possessiveness at how perfectly she grips me.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips. “Just feel me.”
I start moving—deep, rolling thrusts that keep her pinned beneath me. Every time she tries to lift her hips or pull me closer with her hands, I press her down harder into the mattress, taking her exactly how I need to. My mouth returns to her breasts as I thrust, sucking and licking while I drive into her again and again, deep and steady.
The pleasure builds until she comes apart beneath me, clenching tightly around my cock with a broken cry of my name. The feeling sends me over the edge right after her. I bury myself as deep as I can and release inside her with a low, guttural growl, my wolf roaring in triumph.
I stay there for a long moment, breathing hard against her neck. Then I slowly pull out of her. Before she can catch her breath, I flip her over onto her stomach, my hands gripping her hips.
“I’m just getting started,” I murmur against her ear, my voice dark and hungry.
Chapter Nineteen
Miranda
I glaredown at my breakfast.
Jerk.
Of all the stupid things that Grayson Wolfe has done, this one really takes the cake.
“Miranda.” Ethan tugs at my sleeve. “Why’re you angry at your eggs?”
I glance toward him, forcing my hand to loosen around the fork. “Sorry. I was just thinking about something.”
Ethan blinks and then looks in the direction of the kitchen. “Why is Dad eating in the kitchen?”
“He’s being punished,” I say darkly.
Grayson looks up as if he’s heard what I’ve said, which should be impossible. He grimaces when I scowl at him and immediately looks down at his plate. He’s so good at playing the forlorn puppy he must’ve had acting classes.
Of all the things to forget, he forgets our exchange in the kitchen last night?!
“Did Daddy do something bad?” Ethan grins, clearly happy that he’s not the one in the time-out, as he calls it.
“Yes.” I glower in Grayson’s direction, and he just stabs his eggs.
“I can apologize,” he suddenly calls out, and I snap.
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ethan just snickers. “I didn’t know Daddy could get a time-out. He really shouldn’t be naughty.”
I adjust my position and bite back a groan at the soreness between my legs. He went at it for hours, and then when he woke up, he acted so shocked to see us naked. The man even had the audacity to ask if I took advantage of him.
Like I could make him do anything!
