Page 42 of Ruined Wolf
“Get up, I can’t take any more, and I really don’t want to come yet.”
I pulled back, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock before I let him help me to my feet. His hand slipped around the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss that left me gasping. He reached between us, tugged my towel away, and then moaned as I pressed my naked body against his. The feel of his hard cock pressed against my stomach ignited a fire in my veins, and I pulled at his shoulders, trying to urge him down onto the bed.
He broke the kiss and smiled down at me. “Always so impatient, Nova. I believe you were the one who said to take it slow.”
He placed his hand on my collarbone and pushed me down onto the bed. I scooted backwards as he joined me, sliding between my legs. For a moment, I moaned as I felt his cock press against my core, but then he raised himself up on his elbows and began to kiss down my throat. I sighed, tipping my head back as his lips brushed over my skin. The room was warm, but his gentle touch had the tiny hairs on my skin rising in anticipation.
As his mouth moved lower, I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his shoulders as he first kissed one nipple, then the other. He took the tip of one into his mouth, sucking lightly then nipping it. I gasped, holding on tighter.
“More,” I begged him, and I felt him smile against my skin.
“Slow, remember? I want to savour every inch of you.”
I groaned and tipped my head back as he took my nipple into his mouth again, sucking harder this time. Heat pooled between my legs, and I pushed my hips up, searching for some kind of friction. The touch of his fingertips on my inner thigh had me gasping in surprise, and my eyes flew open as he stroked all the way up, teasing me.
“Maverick, please!”
He smiled and slipped his fingers between my legs, softly sliding them through my slick as he switched to my other breast. My breath was coming fast now, and my heart raced as he slowly slid a finger inside me, then another, coating them in wetness before slipping back out to circle my clit.
“Oh moons,” I cried, my hips arching. He increased the pressure, rubbing in slow, sensuous circles, building me higher and higher until I came apart, crying his name.
He shifted up the bed, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed himself inside. I could see the determination on his face as he rocked against me, keeping it slow and steady and not too deep. It was torture, but it was beautiful torture.
He gazed down at me, and I kept my eyes locked on him as he thrust into me. Maverick lowered himself onto his forearms so he could reach out and stroke my hair, my face.
“I don’t know how I could have ever given you up, Nova,” he murmured, his voice shaky. “I can’t imagine living without this, without you. Tell me you’ll stay. Tell me you’ll never leave, no matter what happens tomorrow. Promise me.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. “Maverick, don’t...”
“I love you,” he said. “And it won’t matter what you’ve done, what you’ve lied about. I forgive you for everything, I just... I need you, Nova, like air… like light.”
His pace increased as he spoke, and I closed my eyes again, concentrating on how his cock swelled inside me rather than on what he was saying. I couldn’t bear it. I gripped him harder, digging my nails into his skin and pressing my hips up so my clit rubbed against him, seeking the friction that would push me over the edge.
He saw my need and reached between us, sliding his fingers between our bodies to graze the sensitive nub every time he thrust, and I moaned with every movement.
“Come on, Nova, come for me. I want to feel that hot, wet slick all over my cock. Come for me, baby...”
I gasped, fighting for breath as the sensations spiralled higher and higher. His knot began to swell, and my pussy clenched around him as I climaxed hard.
“Maverick, oh moon... More... Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, thrusting harder and faster, prolonging my orgasm until he, too, found his release with a groan. His knot swelled to full size, stretching me, and another climax followed almost immediately after the last. I cried out, squeezing my legs to pull him tighter against me, and he lowered himself, pressing his body against mine, skin on skin.
“Gods, Nova,” he muttered. He rolled over onto his side, pulling me back against him as we waited for his knot to slowly subside. He played with my hair, his breath warm against my skin, until his movements stilled, and his steady breathing told me he was asleep.
I stared into the darkness, noticing the very faintest light of dawn outside. I didn’t want to sleep. Sleep would bring the morning, and the morning would bring so much pain and heartbreak, I didn’t want the night to end. I lay there, going over what I needed to tell them all, my mind forcing me to stay awake even though my body craved rest. I stubbornly refused, as if avoiding sleep meant the morning would never come.
I didn’t know how long I lay there, but the sky was turning a deep blue when the door opened, and I turned around to see Lucas standing there, watching us. Maverick shifted, and I realised he was awake too. Lucas said nothing, just stared at me, his eyes dark. I could see the wet glint of blood on his dark clothes and spatter on his face. There was a gleam in his eyes I couldn’t quite place, but something inside me told me he needed me.
I sat up and held out my hand.
“Nova,” Maverick murmured, a note of warning in his voice.
I ignored him. “Lucas, come to bed, love.”
He padded closer to the bed, silently, slowly, like he was stalking prey, and the thought sent a shiver over my spine.
“I need you,” he said, his voice cracked and rough.