Undercover Wolf's Great Loss (Shifter Doctor Daddies Instalove Romance 3)

CHAPTER FIVE

April

Heat devoured my gut as Claude lowered his lips to my mouth. He paused centimeters away, breath coasting over my lower lip and causing my thighs to twitch.

Why didn’t he just kiss me already?

“Yes,” I whimpered. “If it’s what the doctor orders.”

He gathered my wrists and gently pinned them above my head. “It’s exactly what Daddy orders…”

A mewl echoed from my lips, soft and serene, a sign of surrender. His responding growl vibrated in his throat, prompting my complete obedience. He could have me any way he wanted—as long as it was him doing it.

Warm lips marked a path from my chin to my ear, leaving a trail of moisture behind that prickled when cool air met my skin. He kissed my earlobe, my neck, then drifted south to my exposed shoulder. As he continued to travel, I worked my hips against his, urging him to nudge me with his growing erection.

Thick and hot, his staff replied eagerly, throbbing as he nestled it at the apex of my thighs. He thrust slowly and sensually, edging moans from my lips as he drifted to my cleavage. He tugged the tank top down with his free hand to expose my plump breasts, mouth grazing each nipple with slow motions that sent goosebumps everywhere.

I arched against him, encouraging him to take my nipple into his mouth. His grip on my wrists tightened as he lapped at my nipple, hardening the nub easily with rapid strokes. As he dutifully laved my nipple, his free hand dropped to the waistband of my jeans, sliding beneath the fabric to seek my slit.

Fluid coated my slit and provided him easy access with a simple motion. He slid his finger toward my entrance and then stroked up, locating my engorged clit. Electricity zapped from my core to every limb as he released my left nipple and sought my right nipple, treating it with the same dedicated affection.

I was about to come undone. No one had ever touched me with such delicacy, such care. If this is what I had been missing all these years, then I wanted Adam’s head on a platter—running away wouldn’t be enough. I had to get justice.

Quick motions had my jeans around my knees and my legs propped over his left shoulder. He only broke concentration once to adjust the position, the sound of his belt clinking and his pants shucking to the ground erupting next. His stiff mast met the edge of my slit, teasing my channel.

“Daddy,” I mewled. “Please, take me.”

“You’ll be mine after this,” he growled into my ear, hands tightening around my wrists. “You’ll never be able to have anyone ever again.”

I nodded, eagerly attempting to buck to get him to slip inside. “I don’t care. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

Scorching heat consumed me as he slid inside my channel, inching so slow that I thought I would lose my mind. I arched to better accept him, willing him to sink as deep as he possibly could. Nothing could keep me from having him now—and I would make sure of that.

From the moment we met, I wanted to have him in my arms, absorbed by maddening lust that had wavered just beneath the surface. My inner wolf howled as he thrust like a piston, slow pumps shifting into fervent strokes that made my lips tingle. He never once released my wrists, and I didn’t want him to do that. I wanted him to hold me down and ravish me.

Never had I desired a man like this. But Claude was different. He was tough on the outside, maybe even a little cocky, but the way he touched me told me everything I needed to know. He would do everything in his power to protect me. And I think my wolf knew that, too.

Thrusts slick with our combined fluid, he leaned back, keeping me pinned to the wall with one hand as he held my hip with the other. Soon, rapid smacks echoed in the air around us, my mouth betraying each thrust. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from squealing too loud. I wasn’t sure how well sound carried in this warehouse.

Shudders swamped my body as my eyes rolled back. Every bit of heat was drawn to the source of my pleasure, the channel which he was currently claiming with feverish pumps. I lost sight of him briefly as I gave myself over to his command, allowing him to control each movement. Passion consumed me just like the way his lips sought my throat.

My eyes popped open. My throat…

I gasped as his fangs grazed my main artery. I struggled against his grip on my wrists, wiggling as I fought between staying hooked in pleasure and getting sucked into a memory.

“Daddy...Daddy, wait…”

His pumps promptly stopped. He released my lips and withdrew from my neck, planting his forehead firmly on mine. “What is it, baby girl? Are you okay?”

Honey-brown eyes brought me back to the present. The scent of sage trickled into my senses, reminding me where I was—in the back of a kitchen getting railed by the doctor of my dreams.

“I...I just…” I licked my lips nervously as I shivered.

Noticing my discomfort, he withdrew his cock and set me on the ground, resting his hands gently on my hips. I clung to his shoulders for a long while as I waited for the fear to pass. I couldn’t explain it to him...not yet.

I just had to wait.

He embraced me then, turning my ear to his chest so I could hear his rapidly beating heart. “Breathe with me,” he commanded. And I had to obey.

He was my Daddy, after all.

With each inhalation, my fear dissipated, bringing me back to my present state. Serenity washed over me as he stroked my back, soothing me easily. How in the world was he doing that?

After the moment had passed, he tilted my chin, meeting my gaze. “Are you here?”

“I’m here.”

“Where did you go?”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to say.”

“Alright.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Alright?”

“Alright, tell me when you’re ready.”

I smiled weakly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Can I please you?”

“By doing what?”