Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

ps as he thrust into her again and again. He was like a fierce sleek animal dominating her into submission.

She felt her traitorous body relenting, welcoming him with a new flood of lubrication. She couldn’t stop herself as her inner muscles clenched down in its own pulsing cadence. She could see he felt it too, and for a moment she thought he’d break, but then she watched him clench his teeth struggling to regain his unyielding control.

Mastering it, he changed his pace, sliding deep in a slow torturous drive she was sure was designed to send her spiraling past any limit she tried to hold on to.

Her hands itched to feel his skin, to stroke his muscles, to touch the light sheen of sweat she could see at his temple. The handcuffs rattled as she tugged involuntarily at her restraints, and her inner muscles clamped down on him, touching him the only way she could, the only way she had left.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. Don’t think you can control this, control me.”

“I’m not, I—”, she broke off, overwhelmed with surging need. “Please.”

Leaning over her, he gripped a handful of her hair, his mouth coming down on hers while he continued his brutal relentless onslaught until the need for oxygen took precedence. He broke free and dipped his head, his eyes going to where they were joined.

Oh, God, could there be anything better?

She loved everything about the way he was with her, the way he let that animal inside him out when they were together, turning all dominate; an alpha taking its mate. His name was so appropriate. He was a wolf. And tonight, he was her wolf.

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t supposed to be here. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought of their crazy relationship. All that mattered was having each other, and the connection they had that no one else understood. No one else could ever understand this.

Soon she could see the need building in him. He needed that release as badly as she did, but he’d wait. He’d wait until she said those words. He’d wait if it killed them both. If Wolf had one thing, it was steely control over his release.

“Tell me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth, his jaw tight. “Tell me, and this torment stops for both of us.”

She knew the game was over. He’d reached his breaking point, and he needed her to give in now. And she also knew the way his mind worked. She had to be the one to give in, because he never would.

“Wolf,” she panted. “His name is Wolf.”

With a groan, one hand left her leg and his thumb began stroking over her. He knew exactly how she liked to be touched, and he gave it to her, until she was thrashing with need. She soared higher and higher as he kept at her.

“Give it to me, baby,” he rasped as he continued to thrust into her, changing his angle so that every stroke drove over her G-spot, again and again.

She let go and soared over the edge, her body milking him with the contractions that shuttered through her body. She could tell he felt them as his thrusts became glides, and then he went solid above her as his climax rocked through him as well.

They were both breathing hard as his body came down on her. She relished the weight of him and tugged on her wrists, longing to wrap her arms around him. The metal of the cuffs clinked together and he stirred, his eyes lifting to them. Reaching up, he undid the leather belt, freeing her from the bedpost. Bringing her arms down, he undid the cuffs and gently rubbed her wrists.

“You okay, kitten?” He brushed his mouth over her inner wrists, kissing them softly.

She nodded.

“You’re being quiet.” He stared down at her, studying her as his hand cupped her face, his thumb stroking tenderly over her cheek. “Was it too much?”

She shook her head. “I would have stopped you if it was. It was amazing.”

He grinned and pressed a kiss to her mouth, his lips barely touching her. Then he shifted off her and wrapped his arms around her. He cuddled her close, spooning her from behind, his arm locked tight around her, and she felt his mouth at her ear.

“You gave my name up way too easy, kitten.”

She grinned and wiggled her ass into his crotch. “As if.”

He tightened his arms around her, and she felt his dick hardening. She shifted and locked it between her legs, earning a groan from him.

“You ready for round two already?” he growled in her ear.

She giggled and protested in a whine, “I need sleep.”

“Mmm. Me, too.”

His hands encircled both her wrists, and he crossed her arms over her chest, holding her back pressed against his chest, locking her down tight and close.