Page 47 of Wanted

“Fucking perfect,” I say against her lips because it’s the only coherent sentence I can come up with.

I pull back at the same time I wipe away another one of her tears. I have to remind myself that she was just crying over her missing sister. I can’t mount her like the beast inside of me wants.

Yet, when I go to pull away, Emery wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to her. It doesn’t take much for me to give in to the kiss she’s silently begging for.

A searing hot flame threatens to take me over. My wolf roams just beneath the surface, urging me to take her. To mount her like an animal.

My hand moves from Emery’s side to the waistband of her satin shorts. I keep my other arm tucked around her as I reverse our bodies, so that I can lay her down on the bed.

I make a pathway down the length of her body with my kisses at the same time I slide the shorts down her legs. Everything inside of me wants to speed this up, to find out what it feels like to be inside of her.

But this isn’t about my wants. What I want isn’t important. It’s what Emery needs, and her body’s telling me she needs a release. And a place to feel safe.

Right before I push her legs apart, I look up at her face. Her lips move, forming my name. The center of my chest feels as if it’s about to explode with the desire to hear her voice. To hear her say my name.

Again, I tamp down on what it is I want.My wants don’t matter.

My first taste of Emery’s pussy opens up a hunger for more. Her hips rise off the bed. I don’t need to hear her, to know she’s asking for more. So, I give it to her.

I stack Emery’s legs over my shoulders and feast on her like she’s a full course meal. Except, she’s better. The way her legs tighten around my shoulders, her body withers and squirms beneath mine. But it’s when her hands snake their way into my hair, yanking on the strands that I nearly lose all of my control.

My cock becomes rock hard. My wolf howls inside of my chest. And while I can’t hear hers, I know she can hear the moans coming from me. I firm my hands around her waist, keeping her in place while I devour her pussy.

Fucking perfect.

Those are the only words that pass through my mind. The only two words that appropriately describe Emery.

I could get lost in her for hours, days, years. That still wouldn’t be long enough.

The thoughts running through my head should terrify me.

They do frighten me, and yet I can’t stop pleasuring her. Even once Emery comes for the first time, the hunger in me isn’t satiated.

I lap at her pussy again, pulling another orgasm out of her.

I move in for a third time, so blinded by the need for her that the pain prickling at my scalp doesn’t stop me.

It’s not until Emery firmly presses against my shoulders that I reluctantly pull away from her pussy.

“I-I can’t take anymore,” I read on her lips as she pants for air.

That’s when I realize I’ve almost blacked out, indulging in her sweetness.

Slowly, I manage to pull myself away from her core. I adjust our bodies, bringing Emery into my side as I lay against the pillow.

With one arm firmly wrapped around her, holding her to me, I bring my other hand to her chin so that I can stare into her face. I let my gaze roam over her expression. Did I push her too far?

Should I have held back more?

The questions swirl in my head, but before I can fully answer them for myself, Emery gives me a small smile.

“Thank you,” she says before pressing a kiss to the center of my chest.

Mate.

I don’t have the energy to refute my wolf’s insistent claim. Instead, I focus on Emery. The worry remains in her eyes, although it’s dulled.

After pressing a kiss to her forehead, I tell her, “You’re safe here. We’ll get to the bottom of what happened to your sister.”