“You are delicious, you stubborn male. Enough that I don’t think I’ll ever tire of you.”
His jaw was clenched too tightly to utter a fucking word, but he didn’t need to. Not with this vixen. She crawled up his body to straddle his hips, her strawberry tipped breasts swaying with the movement.
It was the first time he’d ever seen her truly bare in the flesh, and he couldn’t even move to touch her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin, taste the sweetness of her tongue.
But he’d settle for the scalding heat inside her as she sank down his hard cock. She took him in one smooth motion, her wetness easing the way. She’d gotten aroused just from tasting him.
Goddess, that turned him on.
Her hips worked over him, battling against the fear, soothing his wolf until it howled. It wanted to claim its mate, to bite her again as he came deep inside her. Carlo gripped that need and yanked on it, breaking away from the past within the Chaos.
With a roar, Carlo sat up and wrapped his arms around her. “Now it’s my turn, woman.”
He lifted her and slammed her down on his cock, over and over again, loving how she tossed her head back and wailed. His mouth found her nipple, sucking in the tip and nipping it with sharp teeth. His motions were rough, hard, frantic.
He needed her.
He rolled them over and positioned her on her back, her legs spread wide. Gripping her ass, he plowed into her. Each stroke bottomed out within her, each met with a sharp slap of their bodies coming together. His wolf wouldn’t be denied, and he couldn’t stop if he tried. He wanted her wild and screaming.
He fucked harder, screwing his hips against her clit to add extra pleasure with each internal stroke.
“Yes!”
He kept pushing, sweat dotting his brow. She was soft and tight, squeezing him like a vise. “Take it all. Let me have you.”
“I’m yours.”
Her choked promise only served to inflame the wolf. He dug his claws into her flesh and lifted higher on his hunches until her body was curled upward, her ass off the bed. Then he drove harder into her. It must have hurt, it must have been too much, but his mate didn’t stop him.
Nanshe threw her head back and forth, eyes wide and wild. She took every bit of him and dared to ask for more. They were two broken pieces, shattered by life and circumstances. He could see all their timelines in that moment, when they were together and when they weren’t. Even times he had the same face but a different name.
The moments when she’d screamed her love and he’d told her he hated her.
All the instances he’d felt betrayed, only to realize later he’d been so wrong. So very fucking wrong about her.
She’d always been his through moments in time.
But he also saw something else, something that made his blood run cold even as his balls tightened against his body and Nanshe screamed her release.
Even as he came, yelling against the hell he saw.
Remaining by her side, inalltimelines, had also killed her.
And Carlo had been the one to do it.
