“I’m sorry.” He growled. “I’m angry. But I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”
Her hold eased on his. “You have every right to be angry.” She drew in a wavering breath. “Your wolf is just as trapped as you are. He wants to prove himself to you more than anything.”
“I don’t know how to do this.” Hollis groaned, resting his forehead against hers. “Help me free him,” he whispered.
Her lips latched onto his neck while her fingers eased the zipper of his slacks down. Her fingers slid inside, pulling his aching hard-on into her grasp. His hips jerked, instantly needing her.
He slid the robe from her shoulder and bit the soft skin beneath, tugging the fabric apart and baring her to him. Her breath hitched as his hands cupped her breasts, his fingertips rolling the tips until they were hard and tight. Her moan was heaven. Loving her was one of the few times he felt raw and powerful. Right now, that’s exactly what he needed.
She slid to her knees before he could stop her, her hands gliding his pants to the ground. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick. Her nails clawed his thighs. And when she sucked him deep into her mouth, his hands fisted in the short silk of her hair.
Teeth and lips and tongue, she feasted on every inch of him. Taking him deep into her throat, so deep that breathing gre
w more and more challenging. But she didn’t stop. And every time he slid into the wet heat of her mouth, Hollis was one step closer to losing his fucking mind.
She moaned, sending a bone-melting vibration along his shaft and into his balls. Once, twice—and he went over the edge. His hands cradled her head, his lungs emptied, and his heart damn near exploded in his chest. He came long and loud, leaning against the wall for support.
“Better?” she asked, her hands still gripping his thighs.
He nodded. “Fuck,” he rasped.
“That was the idea,” she teased, smiling up at him.
“Fuck,” he ground out, overwhelmed with need for her. He lifted her, bore her back onto the bed, and tugged the robe off. He loved her this way, naked and gasping beneath him—hunger blazing in her eyes. “Your turn.” He dropped to his knees, parted her thighs, and buried his mouth against her. He tasted the sweetness of her arousal on his tongue.
Her fingers gripped his hair. “No, Hollis. I want you inside me.” She tugged. “Our wolves want it.”
He didn’t give a shit about their wolves at the moment. “Ask nicely.” His tongue stroked over her.
She gasped, her hands tightening and her hips shaking. “Hollis.”
His tongue stroked again. Her groan was hot as hell. He stared up at her, watching her nipples tighten and her face flush. Her head fell back as her breath powered out of her. He licked her again, sliding two fingers inside of her. She clamped down on him, groaning again.
This time, he groaned, too. She felt so tight, so good. He couldn’t wait to feel her climax. With tongue and fingers, he set a fast rhythm. She was writhing, arching into him, gasping his name over and over. And he loved it.
When he nipped the tight bundle of nerves between his lips, she lost it. Her body bowed tight, the heat gloving his fingers constricting with each spasm.
Before she’d had a chance to recover, he’d slipped on a condom and driven deep.
“This is what you want?” He growled.
“Always,” she managed. “Let go, Hollis.” Her nails clawed his back, then they bit into his ass. “Don’t hold back.” Her wolf stared back at him.
And just like that, he wasn’t in control. The wolf had never been free to do as it wanted. And now, it claimed the right to their mate. Whatever Ellen wanted, they would give to her. Over and over, the need to be one drove them on. He pulled out long enough to roll her onto her knees. He mapped every inch of her with his fingers and mouth. The indent of her spine, the curve of her hip, and the give of her skin beneath his hands. She arched back, hungry for him. And he didn’t hold back.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Yes. Please.”
Hollis ran his hands up her sides, arching over her back so he could cup her breasts in his hands. He bit her shoulder, his forefinger and thumb stroking and pinching her nipples as she tilted back for more of him.
It went on until they were slick with sweat. All that mattered was her body. The need to claim her. To satisfy her. To show her that only he and his wolf could do this to her. His hands gripped her hips. He closed his eyes and let instinct take over. The slide of flesh on flesh, the taste of her sweat on his lips. The quiver of her breasts against his palms. Finally, the rhythmic clamping of her body around his dick. She came with a broken moan that released him. And he did, holding her tight against him until he was too exhausted to move.
He collapsed on the bed, dragging her back into his chest. For the first time, his wolf was happy. Not that Hollis could blame him. If the animal couldn’t run and hunt and fight, he could make damn sure Ellen was taken care of—often and with great enthusiasm.
The wolf was there, waiting for him. He was thankful for giving him what he wanted. Ellen made him free. Hollis concentrated, doing his best to have a sort of conversation. It wasn’t easy, but he tried.
The wolf wanted to hunt. He wanted Hollis to let him take over so he could run.
Hollis had no answer for the beast. Could a wolf understand he was too broken to shift? That he wanted to, so fucking bad, but he couldn’t. His frustration returned, instantly agitating himself and his wolf.