Page 26 of Lycans & Lattes

“Yes,” I whined. “My mate.”

A guttural sound rumbled from his chest, and I knew then what I’d done. He held my hips in place, bottoming out and fucking me with abandon. The flood of pleasure overtook me, and I saw stars.

I felt his own peak mounting, his thick cock somehow filling me fuller and fuller. His husky voice rattled my name as he came, his body stilling and shuddering with his release.

Our bodies collapsed all at once, his slick skin against mine as we panted in unison.

It was the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced, and with his mop of wavy hair on my bare chest, I couldn’t have been any more content. I fingered a long curl, enjoying the afterglow for a moment.

“That was . . . wow.” He propped his chin on my chest. “Are you okay?”

I giggled. “I’m fine. You worry too much.” I shifted but realized he was still inside of me. And he was still hard.

More than hard, he was . . . stuck.

“What’s—”

“Don’t panic.” He shifted but winced. “Don’t move just yet.”

“That is really not the sort of thing you want someone to say when they’re inside you.” I grimaced, but not because it hurt. Quite the opposite. The need to have him again was already mounting. “What exactly is happening?”

I circled my hips, feeling the swell of him and a pulsating that coaxed me back in a needy undertow.

“I didn’t think it would happen while I still had the sigil.” He tested his hips, sending a wave of pleasure through us. “It’s a werewolf thing.”

He grunted, pushing farther then trying to ease out of me to no avail.

Whatever it was, it felt so damn good. This feeling of having him inside of me, swelling, filling me to the point of becoming one, felt so right.

I tilted his chin for his lips to capture mine, showing him that I wasn’t scared or bothered.

“Slow. Okay?” He shifted our bodies until I was sitting on top of him. The new angle made him hit me deeper than before. “Goddess moon. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He cupped my breasts as I ground my hips over his. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, and I rode him, slowly and deliberately. His mouth fell open as I watched his features change before my eyes. One moment, his face was lax, and in the next, he was ravenous.

I picked up my pace, chasing my own release now.

“Willow. You’re going to make me—oh gods.” He arched his back, taking my hips in his hands, and thrust up into me, hard and fast. “Come for me. Please. Again. I need you to come.”

And I did.

Harder than before.

My entire body went rigid as the wreck of pleasure ravaged my senses, his thickness throbbing in tandem with my orgasm. I collapsed onto his chest, and his arms banded around my back, holding me still as he finished once again.

We stayed like that for a long minute, touching and kissing. I realized my body and my hormones were at war because I was starting to feel sore between my legs but couldn’t bring myself to ease off. And he was still erect.

“Is this part of the mating bond? An insatiable sexual need?” I tried to lift myself off him but was struck with a more serious realization: he really was stuck inside of me.

A brief flash of trying to explain this in the ER had my cheeks burning. Even if I had a paranormal doctor, this was something the town would never get over.

My thoughts began to spiral. Did humans and werewolves have incompatible parts or something?

“This has never happened to me before. I just need a minute,” Wyatt said, strained. “Just . . . don’t move.”

Panic was starting to sink in. “Will I hurt you if I do?”

“No, but unless you want me to rut into you for the next six hours, you need to stay still for a little bit.”