Page 28 of Call of A Eagle

A wave of pleasure washed over me as he filled me. I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin, as he began to slowly move, each thrust of his hips driving me closer to the edge.

I’d missed this—being with a man—but I swore it had never felt this good.

Being mates intensified everything it seemed. All I could focus on was him and the way he felt inside me, the weight of his body pressed against mine, and the heat of his breath on my neck.

I was lost in him.

He lifted my leg, hiking it up to wrap around his waist, while he worked his hips in a frantic and wild rhythm. It was exactly what I wanted—what I needed. I panted in his ear and moaned as he built me up with each hard and fast thrust.

“Your moans drive me wild,” he ground out, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he spoke.

I released another one, just because, and he thrust into me harder. The sounds of our skin slapping echoed through the cab of the truck, becoming the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

“Harder,” I heard myself urge.

And he obeyed.

He slammed into me, filling me completely, and then pulled back to do it repeatedly. A low growl escaped him, and I knew then that he was on the verge—standing at the top of a cliff—same as I was.

It was sexy as hell.

I nipped at his bottom lip, not knowing what had come over me. All I knew was that this man was sating a deep need I hadn’t even known I’d had, and I didn’t want this moment to end. His breath hitched as my teeth grazed his bottom lip, and I could see a wild look enter his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed, the words a plea against his mouth.

He responded by thrusting into me with renewed vigor. A possessive look entered his stare as he held my gaze.

I was his—wholeheartedly his—and he knew it.

My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat that matched his relentless rhythm. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, wordlessly begging for more, and he gave it to me. When his movements became more erratic, less controlled, I knew we were both teetering on the edge.

“Come with me,” he rasped, the words barely more than a growl. It was both a command and a plea, one that had my body coiling tighter as my climax built.

When it came, it was earth-shattering.

I cried out his name, my body convulsing around him as he found his release mere seconds behind mine. We clung to eachother, spent and sated, our hearts pounding in unison until we’d both caught our breath.

Waylen lifted himself gently off me, a goofy grin pulling at his lips. “You surprised me.”

“How so?” I asked, lifting up to gather my clothes.

Did he not think I’d sleep with him?

“You’re a wild woman. Strong. Knows what she wants. Honestly, I was waiting for you to smack my ass at one point.” He chuckled.

Heat warmed my cheeks. Thankfully, my skin was already flushed, so there was no way for him to notice.

“Would that have been a bad thing?” I asked, feeling the corners of my lips twist up.

He shook his head. “Not at all. While I enjoy being a little dominant in bed, I don’t mind being submissive, either. Especially with you. You’re hot,” he said before kissing me.

“Thank you.” I laughed.

“Think I could get a glass of water?”

“Sure,” I said, pulling my panties back on. “But only if you stay the night.”

He paused in pulling his boxers back on and looked at me, his eyes softening. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “My eagle wouldn’t let me leave your side tonight, even if I wanted to—which, for the record, I don’t.”