Page 55 of Fae Farewells

And I hoped that stretch never stopped, but I knew it would eventually, like anything else.

My body would grow accustomed to his size, and then there wouldn’t be a pinch of pain. Just ravenous hunger and friction between us.

Or maybe I was still sore from Vaughn?

“Just the tip is going to make me act worse,” I smarted when he didn’t move again.

And just the tip was all he gave me before pulling out, resting his cock between my thighs.

I could hear the smile on his face as he mumbled, “Did you want more?”

“Maybe I want the big, bad wolf to chase me,” I purred. “Sharp teeth on display as he stands over me, pinning me to the ground while he devours me whole. No sympathy for my pleas, my begging only urging him to take what he wants.”

He groaned again, pleasure mixing with pain. “Did you want to have sex? Because talking like that is gonna make me cum on your back. None of that stuff will happen. I’ll just explode right here.”

I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter, and he flipped me over, straddling my hips.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“Are you the big, bad wolf? The one they tell little girls to run from?”

Briggs leaned over me, his nose brushing mine as his wolf’s eye flashed in the Cyprus green depths of his irises. With his hands on either side of my face, he used his right knee to spread my legs. But I fought, squeezing my thighs together until I trapped him.

“Feisty?” he rumbled. “You’ll have to fight harder if you want to get away.”

“What will you do if you catch me?” I breathed, struggling to keep his left leg on the outside of mine.

“I’m a predator, Barbie. I’ll devour you while you beg and scream.”

His left knee hit the mattress as he towered over me. A sinful smirk crawled across his lips, his thumb stroking the column of my neck.

“Fighting back will make it worse,” he promised, a claw sliding under my jaw. “Such delicate skin for me to sink into.”

I tried to wiggle toward the headboard, and he dug those claws into my hip, holding me in place.

“Where are you going?” Briggs coaxed, his tone too soft for his actions. “So quiet, little lamb. Will you scream for me?”

I arched away from him as he lined up, his cock sliding against my clit. He growled in warning, pleasure from his forceful thrust and pain from his claws hitting me at once.

With a firm, under the flesh, grip on my hips, he worked his way inside me, inch by inch. I gasped when he was too deep, but he only chuckled darkly.

“Beg. Plead with me, and I’ll give you something to enjoy.”

I rolled my lips in, biting them to hide my grin. He snatched his claws out of my skin, reaching for my neck. As he twisted his fingers into my hair, he pulled up so I was sitting astride his lap with nowhere to run.

He slammed into me, unforgiving in his hunt. My head dropped back as I gripped his shoulders, desperately trying to hold on, to stay grounded. To not tumble too far into the sensations yet.

“You aren’t the good little girl who’s going to flee the wolf,” he coached me. “Tell me to take it. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Take it,” I damn near whimpered, his demand pushing me too close to the edge too fast for me to stop.

My stomach tightened as I dragged my nails across his shoulders, my body betraying my wishes.

Not yet…

Not yet.

“How much do you want it? Tell me,” he commanded, thrusting roughly before stopping abruptly. “You’re so close. Will you lose it, Sloane?”