Page 7 of Wild

I shouldn’t.

I definitely shouldn’t.

Especially not the way I fucked. When it came to sex, I was the furthest thing from vanilla there was. And she was as fresh-faced as a flower.

A not-so-innocent flower who was grinding over my cock like she needed it inside her.

I carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back, pulling off my t-shirt with a one-handed arc, and it landed on the floor behind me with a wet splat.

Her gaze traveled over my shoulders and chest, down my arms. “Mmm.”

“You like what you see, little girl?”

She wriggled that cute ass of hers on the bed. “Definitely.”

“You have no idea what you’re in for.” I grasped the waistband of her leggings and tugged. A miniscule pair of panties came down with them, and a wolf growl rocketed out of my throat. She was neatly trimmed and had the sweetest pussy I’d ever fucking seen.

Her belly shivered in on a breath.And then she fucking spread her legs.

“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” I said, taking in every pink inch of her. I dove between those parted legs, pushing her thighs wider and licking into her. She let out a cry of pleasure that nearly made me jizz in my pants like a teenager, especially when her hips jacked up, knees clamping around my ears.

Not only could I breathe in her sweet scent, but her taste burst on my tongue. While her skin was chilled from the rain, her pussy was hot. Wet. Dripping.

“Uh uh,” I scolded, pushing her knees wide. “Keep ‘em open for me, little girl, or you’ll be punished.”

Christ. I didn’t even know what made me say it. Yeah, I liked to dominate but only with women who I knew for certain liked it. I didn’t even know her name let alone what got her off.

I licked through her folds, and she cried out again, knees slamming closed. “I can’t help it!” she gasped. “It feels so good.”

Maybe I knew what revved her engine after all.

I reached up and gently slapped the side of her breast, then pinched her nipple as punishment.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, pushing her sweet pussy into my face, knees splaying wide.

She liked her punishment.

Noted and fucking celebrated. But of course, she did. She was my goddamn mate. Nature wouldn’t send me an incompatible female. No, I’d have one who was as wild as I was. She was fucking perfect.

I gave her more of my tongue, licking her from anus to clit. She screamed, pulling on my ears, her ass rolling up off the bed. I had to hope the walls of the motel weren’t too thin because those staying in the other rooms were going to hear her pleasure all night long. I didn’t care. My wolf didn’t care either. It meant I was taking good care of our woman, and the whole motel could know it.

The way she thrashed and dripped all over my chin, you’d think she’d never been eaten properly before. Well, I was going to take care of that. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry that the men she’d been with before were selfish pricks or woefully inadequate in the sack or thrilled that she’d find out the depth of her passion with only me.

That made me focus even more on the task, and I pinned her pelvis down to the bed. “Down, little, girl. Be good, and I’ll make it last.”

“Oh, please,” she whimpered, sounding needy as fuck. She undulated her hips, pushing against my mouth.

Fates, was she already trembling? Already ready for release? How is that possible? She was so open, so willing, so responsive. It made my wolf growl with the need to protect her.

From everybody but me.

I made my tongue flat and licked the length of her, then found the little nubbin of her clit and pushed the hood back, working to get my lips around it and suck.

She pulled my ears again, pressing my face into her juicy flesh. I shifted my position and screwed my thumb into her. She was tight—so fucking tight—but soaking wet, her flesh plumped and welcoming. She moaned a desperate keening sort of sound. I pumped my thumb and let my middle finger burrow between her cheeks to settle over her anus.

Another scream. Her tight little rosebud clenched under the pad of my finger, and I massaged it, applying a little pressure to see if she’d let me in.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. This is crazy,” she chanted, still trying to rip my ears off my head to bring me closer. I withdrew my hand to spit on my fingers then returned them to the same configuration. This time, when I massaged her back hole, I got in.