Page 73 of Wolf's Fate

My hands curled into his shoulders, fisting his shirt, clutching him desperately for support as I moved against him. The car was loud with our breathing, thick and ragged as we gave into our desire. I felt my wetness between my legs, and I chased the release only he could give me. His hands dug into my ass, gripping me possessively, pulling me down harder as his hips rose to meet mine.

We were unraveling, and I knew my control was gone when it came to this man. His touch was everywhere,hewas everywhere, and I needed himthere. “Caleb.” My moan was pleading, desperate with want. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was low and rough, his lips barely touching mine, ghosting over my lips, teasing me. “Say it, Willow.”

“You. I want you.”

TWENTY-TWO

Willow

I closedthe gap between us, our mouths crashing together as my desperate need became unbearable, our kiss hot and full. His lips were as demanding, his control gone. My jeans were unsnapped and I moaned with appreciation as his rough fingers caressed over the bare skin of my ass before slipping lower. My head tilted backward, exposing my neck when he found my wetness, a finger, then two, sliding between my thighs, caressing me exactly where I needed.

In an inhuman show of strength and speed, I was lifted off his thighs, and my jeans were yanked down my legs, my foot helping to push one leg free. Caleb pulled me down over him, and the feeling of only his jeans and my panties between us had me almost seeing stars as our bodies were now fully locked into a rhythm that neither of us wanted to stop.

I felt the sting and heard the rip of fabric as he tore my panties, but it was a secondary feeling, dull compared to the heady feel of his finger pushing into me. My fingers tangledin his hair. “Caleb.” My whisper was swallowed as he claimed my mouth once more.

“Ride my hand.” He sounded guttural, exposed, wild.

He watched me with an intensity that only made my need for him grow. His thumb traced over my clit, rubbing circles with gentle pressure, while his other finger moved inside me. My eyes were fixed on his, silently begging him not to stop, and the burn of another finger sinking into me had my eyes rolling back in my head as I pumped my hips over him.

“Fuck, Willow, I want you. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” Caleb’s voice was low and rough, a confession that seemed to be dragged from deep within. His teeth nipped at my exposed neck, and I felt my blood soar as he continued to rub just right.

My hands were desperately reaching for the button of his jeans. I moved off him slightly, giving him time to shove them down while I had him in my hand. Our moans were mixed as I started to stroke him. Caleb pulled me back into him, his length sliding between my legs, my wetness lubricating us both.

My hands wrapped around him, relishing in his ragged breathing as I took control. Placing him at my opening, I held his stare and hesitated. Caleb’s eyes were black with desire, his breathing short and tortured, my fingers flexed around his heavy cock, and he gave a throaty groan that made my insides clench.

“Okay?” My whisper sounded loud in the silence of the car, and it was my turn to moan when Caleb’s hips rose slightly, pushing the tip of him inside. “Caleb?”

“Yes,” he growled, “Goddess, yes.” His hands on my hips pulled me down over him as he slipped inside. My eyeswidened as I felt him stretching me, and I tried not to cry out. My own wetness helped him, but it still made me gasp as my body adjusted to accept him. Caleb’s thumb was back on my clit as our bodies started to move together, and I completely forgot where we were.

Our mouths fought against each other as we set a hard and unrelenting pace. Caleb’s fingers on his left hand would leave bruises on my hip, I was sure, but I didn’t care. This was everything. Having him inside me, filling me, it was addictive. I needed more. So much more.

“I need more,” I groaned into his mouth.

“Greedy,” he teased, pulling my sweater aside and kissing along my collarbone. Sitting straighter, holding me tighter to him, he pushed the button that lowered his seat back. The flat of his palm rested between my breasts. “Lean back.”

I did so, my back hitting the steering wheel, but it was an insignificant pain as my body took more of Caleb’s cock into me. Seeing him lying out under me made me want to touch all of him. From this angle, he took over, pulling and pushing me over his hips, my back arched as he delivered infinite pleasure, and all I could feel was him moving inside me.

“Oh shit,” I breathed as my core coiled in anticipation. “Caleb!” I sounded like a stranger, my voice hoarse and broken, and when his thumb dropped back to press lightly against my clit, I cried out as I came undone around him. He let me ride out my orgasm, and then he pulled me forward. My hands fell to his abs, supporting myself shakily as I leaned over him. His hands on my hips were tight as he moved me over him at a relentless pace, his hips thrusting upwards as he chased his own release.

Caleb’s head tipped back, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire as he watched me, and I watched him as his movements became more and more urgent until I saw him reach his peak. With a roar, he came inside me, his body sitting up smoothly, arms slipping around my waist and sliding up my back, gripping onto my shoulders as he pulled me down, pumping into me with a heady groan. Teeth grazed against my throat, nipping and sucking as my thighs clenched against his hips. Seeing him come undone had triggered another release for me, and I shuddered around him once more.

We stayed like that for a long moment until the sound of passing traffic penetrated our bubble, and I realized I’d just had sex in a car in the bright morning sunlight at the side of the road.

Caleb realized the same thing at the same time. “Shit.” My sweater was pulled over my ass, and while I dropped my head to hide in the crook of his neck, Caleb was making sure we hadn’t been seen. “The windows are fogged,” he assured me. “No one would see inside.”

He didn’t mention that it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to know what we had been doing, and as we shuffled off each other and fumbled to get dressed, my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

I avoided looking at him while I tried to pull my jeans on, quickly coming to the uncomfortable realization that I had no underwear and was full of Caleb.

“Shifters don’t have STDs right?”

Well, that’s how you make the moment awkward.

“We don’t.” His voice was low, his breathing still uneven like mine, and that made me feel better. “You doing okay?”

“Just got screwed at the side of the road, and now have no underwear, and I am full of…”