It sounded like a dream come true to him.
Still, he had to ask. He had to make sure she understood that regaining her memories might not be the only thing she got out of this mating.
“Are you ready to have my pup? Because that could happen. You are my mate. My body knows it. I release inside of you, you could very easily get pregnant. Knocked up. Get it?”
To his surprise, Evangeline didn’t even quail. With a bold grasp, she took his cock in her hand and squeezed.
She fucking squeezed.
He almost nutted right there.
“I’ve lost the last three years of my life. Our life together. We were married. That cabin… you were supposed to claim me there if the accident never happened. I kinda guessed… now I know. Tell me, Maddox, baby: how many pups could we have had already?”
Oh, shit. He wanted to. He wanted to so bad. The image of his wife swelled with their pup—was this payback?
Was this torture what he got for taking her the way he had?
And baby… she hadn’t called him baby since seconds before the crash. It was her pet name for him. Big and brawny and a dangerous alpha wolf, and Maddox was always her baby.
He gulped.
“You’re killing me, Angie. You know that, right? I’m trying to be the good guy here—”
“Too late for that, I think.” Her husky laugh went straight to his throbbing cock. The damn thing started to weep against the pillowcase. He didn’t blame it one bit. “You already kidnapped me. Maybe we should cut straight to the ravishing now?”
Who would have thought she’d be the one trying to seduce him?
Relying on the one thing he could think of to talk sense into her, he said bluntly, “If I fuck you, I’ll claim you. You’ll be mine forever. What do you say about that?”
“I… I remember we had this talk before. You wanted to claim me, and I said we had to get married. Well, you definitely proved that part earlier, didn’t you? ‘Til death do we part… to me, that’s the same as forever. I claimed you. Now it’s your turn to claim me.”
Wrong answer. Or, rather, the right answer if the question was how to get Maddox to throw the pillow away and lunge for her without any further hesitation.
All he wanted to do was sink righ
t into her but, in the haze of his lust-fueled mind, he managed to remember what his size could do to Evangeline if she wasn’t ready for him.
He slipped his big hands between them, running two fingers up her slit, testing how wet she was. From the arousal perfuming the air, he expected to find some moisture, but she was so hot and so slick, he managed to fit two fingers inside of her without even trying.
She was tight. So fucking tight. There was resistance as he slowly slid in and out, stretching her slightly as he moved his fingers just enough to fill her. Evangeline gasped every time he went back inside, pausing to rub her clit with his thumb so that she continued to get wetter and wetter.
Her pants were the same as they were back then. Just like she used to, Evangeline took charge, maneuvering his hand so that he was rubbing her right where she liked him to. He hadn’t forgotten the way his mate liked it, and as she rode his two fingers, he felt her muscles clench as she came on his fingers.
Holy shit. She was totally into this.
There was no turning back now, though Maddox knew he would hate himself forever if he didn’t give her one last chance to back out.
His voice hoarse, his wolf coming to the front so that they could do this together, he asked her, “Had enough?”
“One orgasm?” she teased. “Is that all you got?”
Not even close.
Once he managed to fit three fingers in, he knew she was as ready as she was going to get. Later, if she let him do this again, he would take his time. He would pleasure her lazily with his tongue, nibble her clit just the way she liked, fuck her for hours until she was crying with frustration. She always came the hardest when he took his time, though she never used to have any complaints when he went hard and rough and fast.
Which was a good thing because, as close as he was, that was exactly what she was in for.
He placed the tip of his cock to her entrance, his wolf keening in his throat. Over the course of the last three years, he’d relived what it had been like to thrust his cock inside of her pussy, his fantasies the only thing that kept him going through the lonely, awful nights in the Cage.