Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

She lifted her hand and pressed her palm to his chest, his cut cool beneath her fingers as she attempted to hold him back. “We need to talk.”

“We do. But not now.” His hands moved between them, his fingers closing around the plackets of the flannel shirt. With a hard tug he popped all the buttons free, sending them scattering on the floor as she gasped, excitement and erotic fear taking her breath.

The shirt fell open, revealing her bare skin all the way down to her panties. His eyes moved over her, taking in everything, every inch.

She watched his eyes lift and move beyond her to land on the bed visible through the doorway. Then he bent and lifted her, his arms locking around her bare thighs. He gave a little toss, hefting her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist. She clutched at his shoulders, gasping in her surprise as the shirt fell back off her shoulders to hang from her elbows

He carried her into the bedroom, and a moment later she felt her back pressed to the soft sheets still warm from her body.

“Wolf.”

His mouth came down on hers, silencing any protest she might have made. His tongue swept inside as his hands captured her head, cradling it while he kissed her, long and deep. Her hands moved to slide around him of their own volition, stroking over the patches on his cut, moving up to thread through the soft curls at the back of his neck.

She heard his groan, felt it vibrate through her mouth as he sank more deeply onto her, one knee forcing her thighs apart, making room for his body to settle between them.

His mouth broke free, trailing across her jaw and down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, and his mouth latched onto the skin below her jawbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. And maybe that was his intension. Marking her as his.

She moaned, and his body slid lower, his mouth trailing down over her collarbone, down her breast bone, and then to climb the soft mound of her breast to latch onto her nipple. As he sucked on it, his fingers closed over her other nipple, pinching and twisting. The dual sensations sending a white-hot jolt straight between her legs.

She writhed, attempting to find some relief by rubbing against him. He didn’t leave her hanging, he knew what she needed and his free hand moved to give it to her, his fingers sinking into her slick folds, stroking softly. He didn’t let up tormenting her nipples as he caressed with deep, slow strokes.

“Wolf,” she panted, her fingers sinking into his hair, holding his head to her breast. It wasn’t long before the multiple sensations coming at her from every place he touched unraveled her and she began to thrust up into his hand, meeting every stroke, drawing them out.

As her responses increased and her need ramped up, he slid two fingers inside her, his thumb taking up where his fingers had been. And now, as the points of stimulation increased by yet another, she arched, her head going back in the mattress, a long moan escaping as the orgasm roared through her.

And then h

e slid down, positioning between her legs. Her head lifted to look down at him. She’d barely recovered, and he was preparing to start again.

“Wolf, I can’t—” she panted.

He just smiled at her, her words not stopping him in the least.

The scent of her arousal now hung heavy in the air.

With one soft nuzzle of his mouth, he breached and invaded her soft petals, dazzling her senses as he slid his tongue inside and electrified everything he touched. A languorous sweep, a lingering slide. His lips brushed her again and again, and Crystal opened to him a little more. He sank in, deeper than before. He tasted, teased, withdrew. No! She needed more, and pressed up,

Wolf rewarded her with another teasing caress of his lips, which melted over her and then his tongue was diving inside in a firm and wild possession. She may have half expected it, but the slide of his tongue still blindsided her defenses.

She clawed at him. Barely breathing, dizzy with the sensation, she writhed as heat curled in her belly, her nipples tightening.

Suddenly, he retreated, leaving behind an ache she already couldn’t fight. Oh, God.

“Please,” she begged, all shame gone.

“You want something, sweetheart?”

God, she’d missed him. She just wanted to feel him inside her, feel his weight on her as he lost control.

“You. Now. Please, baby.”

He didn’t deny her, but slid up over her, his body coming down on her as he brushed the hair back from her damp forehead.

He kissed her then, and she tasted herself on him. He ate at her mouth and she could feel the erection through his jeans. And then she realized he was still dressed. Her hands were suddenly frantic to get his clothes off, sliding up to push his cut off his shoulders.

A moment later, he was off the bed. He stood next to it, staring down at her with hungry eyes as he tore his clothes off. She watched, her eyes moving over his body as he bared it to her. His broad shoulders, muscular arms and chest, his flat abs. Her tongue came out to lick her lips in anticipation.

His eyes fell to her mouth and a second later he was back on top of her. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed his hard length against her entrance. It didn’t take long for his cock to be coated in her slick release.