Page 38 of The Werewolf’s Study Date

"I've been thinking about this since mid-September," I tell her, sliding my fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugging them down her legs. "Don't move."

I lean in and press my mouth against the inside of her thigh, right near her pussy. She shivers violently. I kiss higher, tasting her skin, dragging my tongue across her damp center until she lets out a ragged moan and grabs fistfuls of the bedsheets.

"Boone, please," she begs.

"Tell me what you want, Pope."

"You. Taste me, Boone, please⁠—"

I don't wait. I part her with two fingers, my tongue flat against her clit.

Maisie screams softly, her hips jerking off the mattress. I grip her thighs, holding her firmly in place against my mouth, licking her slick, sweet heat with long, firm strokes. She's soaking wet, tasting like pure heaven, her body trembling with every swipe of my tongue. I slide two fingers inside her, feeling how impossibly tight and hot she is, pumping into her in rhythm with my mouth.

"Fuck—Boone!" Her nails dig into my shoulders, her head thrown back against the pillows.

I speed up, circling her swollen clit with my tongue while my fingers curl inside her. She doesn't last two minutes. Her inner walls clamp down hard around my hand, pulsing violently as she comes, her whole body shaking as she cries out my name into the empty room.

I drink every drop of her release, kissing the inside of her thighs as her breathing slows to shuddering gasps.

I stand up, kicking off my pants and boxers.

Maisie props herself up on her elbows, her chest heaving, her hair a wild mess across the pillows. Her eyes drop to my cock, thick and heavy and aching with a fierce pulse. She swallows hard.

"Holy shit," she breathes.

"Scared?" I ask, settling my weight between her open thighs.

"Not of you," she whispers, reaching up for my shoulders, her eyes soft and full of wanting. "Come here, Boone."

I crawl over her, bracketing her body with my arms. The heat radiating off her pussy is intoxicating. I line my the head of my cock up with her pussy, pressing just enough to feel how tight she is.

I brace my hands on either side of her head. "Look at me, Maisie. Tell me you want this."

Her hands come up to cup my face, her thumbs brushing my cheekbones. "I want you inside me, Boone. Please."

I push forward, sliding the head of my cock past her tight folds. She gasps, her hips arching off the bed, her fingers digging into my jaw as I sink in another inch. She's so tight it feels like a vise, clamping down on me, her heat surrounding me completely.

I freeze, holding myself back, my jaw locked so hard my teeth ache. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," she breathes, her voice tight, rocking her hips up to take more of me. "Don't stop."

I push all the way in with one long, slow, devastating thrust until my hips are flush against hers. I bury my face in her neck, letting out a low, guttural groan that rattles my whole chest. "Fuck, Maisie. You feel incredible."

"You're so deep," she whispers, shivering beneath me.

I start to move, pulling back slow and sliding in again, trying to keep a steady, gentle rhythm so her body can adjust to my size. But Maisie wraps her legs tighter around my hips, drawing me down closer, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"Boone, I want you," she whispers against my ear, her voice husky and trembling with need. "You don't have to be so careful with me. Please... harder."

A dark, possessive growl rips from my throat.

I reach down, grabbing both of her hips in my hands, bracketing her waist with a firm grip, and drive into her deep and hard.

Maisie cries out, her head tipping back as I hit deep inside her. The bed frame groans against the floor. I find a heavy, relentless rhythm, moving with everything I've been holding back. Every thrust pushes her up the mattress, her soft breasts bouncing, skin slapping against skin in the quiet room.

She's completely with me. She meets every single thrust, tilting her pelvis, moaning breathless, broken words against my mouth as I bend down to kiss her.

"Mine," I growl against her lips, nipping at her bottom lip until I taste copper. "Tell me you're mine, Maisie."