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But I was reaching the end of my rope. With a deep, strangled roar, I pulled out, immediately pressing my cockhead against her puckered hole.

Georgia clawed at the bed, shifting her hips back and forth. Did she not know that tempting a beast was in bad form? At least I could grin as I pushed a couple of inches inside, forcing patience while her muscles clamped around the thick invasion.

The sensations were incredible, pushing boundaries that I shouldn’t want. I had as much difficulty breathing as Georgia and the sweet fragrance of vanilla and jasmine was doing nothing more than providing an invitation for my wolf. I threw my head back as beads of sweat trickled down the back of my neck.

Once I was fully seated inside, every synapse was caught off guard by the rush of current. I released my hold on the material, concentrating on holding her hips and fucking her before I lost all sense of myself.

The force was enough the bed rocked, a distinct hum sounding off in my ears. I was lost in the moment, conscientious of her needs yet surrendering to the damning level of control my wolf had over me. With her meeting every brutal thrust, losing myself was a sheer pleasure.

Until my system couldn’t take the pressure any longer.

With a wide smile on my face, I allowed the lure of filling her with my seed to win, erupting deep inside.

In those moments as we both spiraled high, finally floating back to reality, I sensed the next time could mean something entirely different.

And therewouldbe a next time.

* * *

LA Times:A Magical Win for the Seattle Wild Thanks to Ford ‘The Wolfman’ Kendrick

Seattle Times:With One More Win, Our Very Own Seattle Wild Will Advance All Thanks to Ford ‘The Wolfman’ Kendrick

The headlines had changed dramatically in one night. So had my game, upped because of one reason.

Her.

Georgia Wallace.

I scrolled social media, laughing from seeing the comments from spectators at last night’s game, which we’d crushed. Three to nothing. A fucking blowout as far as I was concerned.

The high had been euphoric, the team celebrating a little too late, but hopefully, the coach would forgive us. We’d worked long and hard to get where we were.

My thoughts were also driven by the hot sex the night before. We’d done our best to keep our hands off each other during the festivities, but once inside the elevator, forget about it. Hands and mouths, teeth and ripped clothes.

Damn if the woman wasn’t hot as Hades.

We’d even laughed at a few social media posts ourselves.

Honeykissedblonde on Instagram:If my exes ever ask why I dumped them, all I’ll need to do would show them the Wolfman’s delicious goods. I can only imagine him in bed.

TheUtimateIceGirl on Facebook:What I wouldn’t give to test out the world’s most primal hockey player.

And my personal favorite since it wasn’t true.

Girlfriend Number One on Facebook:Be jealous, ladies. Ford is a real Wolfman in bed. His cock is ten inches long.

I had to wonder if the luscious woman would feel any sense of jealousy. Sighing, I stroked my cock for a few seconds, considering waking her. Nah. She needed her sleep, but I was far too wired on another adrenaline rush.

What was it about morning sex that was so fucking incredible?

The first night, I’d insisted Georgia stay, which was an absolute first for me. Between her healing touch and how damn good she’d felt curled up next to me, I’d gotten the best night of sleep of my life.

Then I’d played as if the king on ice.

She remained in my bed, the beautiful creature continuing to entice me. Right now, it felt as if I had the best of both worlds.

If only I could stay in bed all day, but that wasn’t possible.