Page 17 of The Wolf's Captive

“I’ve got to fuck you,” he growled, yanking down his jeans and grunting when his rock hard length sprung free.

Licking my lips as my pussy clenched in excitement, I nodded, desperate for him. The pure hunger in his eyes spoke to me, enticing me to let him in. My agreement spurned him on and he fell onto me again, stroking my breasts over my top and down onto my stomach. His fingers dipped into me, checking to see how wet I was before he entered.

“Can I fuck you?” he whispered into my ear. “I mean, really fuck you until you know that you’re mine?”

My breath hitched as I murmured an affirmative. Oh jeez, yeah, I needed him to take me. To remind me what I’d been missing.

My heartbeat resounded in my head as he gripped my hips and flipped me over. I instinctively got onto my hands and knees, spreading my legs wide for him. His fingers entered me, circling around my entrance and flicking out to tease my clitoris.

A moan escaped me and he was there, his girth pushing inside me. As he slid in, the pleasurable friction made me shudder. My whole body vibrated with desire, each nerve ending tingling.

“I need you to own me,” I encouraged my mate.

This wasn’t a soft making love moment, this was make up sex. The raw kind that released the beasts within.

Hearing me, Malone growled and thrust harder, gripping my hips as he rode me. My head buried into the cover, my hot breath echoing around me as I got lost in him. I was dripping wet, incredibly turned on by his possession of me.

“I missed you,” he cried, losing himself in me.

He plunged so hard, I had to hold onto the sides of the bed. I was stretched so wide, but fuck me, the pleasure was immense as his words sent me over the edge. My whole body was his as I screamed, the biggest orgasm in my life ripped from me. My vagina clung to his penis as he thrust one last time and roared, embedded so far inside me, it almost hurt.

The delicious pulsing of our combined cores spread outwards, rendering me immobile as Malone slumped on me. My knees gave out and we flopped to the bed, barely having the energy to turn and cradle each other.

“I’ve been day-dreaming about doing that to you for weeks.” His voice was soft as he placed his leg over mine, trapping me to the bed.

I shook my head, which was fuzzy from the after-glow. “I’ve been trying not to think about you, but you’ve invaded every one of my dreams.”

He lifted his head to look at me, a frown creasing his eyebrows. Okay, so my sentiment wasn’t as heartfelt as his. Still, it was the truth. I had wanted to forget him for a while, but it had been impossible.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I muttered, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “So fucking much.”

Placing his head on the curve of my breast, he released his breath. The tension in our bodies had evaporated, eradicated by our coming together. I had stayed too long in Paris, too long away from him. Just seeing him had propelled me straight back into his arms.

“Will you come home?” he asked, his voice tender and hopeful.

Everything within me melted and my resistance vanished. Zoe had been right, Malone had just needed time to process everything, just like I had. It had been wrong of me to leave so suddenly.

“Yes,” I replied, lifting his chin so he looked up at me. “I’m so ready to be back by your side. Please take me home.”

Chapter Six

Heaving my suitcase out of the front door, I waved my apartment goodbye and shoved the key back through the letterbox. It had been a tough month staying in Paris alone, but the place had been good to me, keeping me safe.

“Got everything?” Malone asked, stroking the back of my bare arm.

I blinked up at him, smiling gently as he stared into my eyes. “Yes, you’re all I need.”

The corner of his lip quirked into his cheek as he flicked his eyebrows. “Well, that answer has earned you a public display of affection.”

“In the middle of the street?” I fake gasped, covering my mouth.

He dropped his head, taking my hand and moving it away. His lips captured mine as his breath echoed into my ears. My whole being trembled, awakened by the man who would always protect me.

“Let’s get you home,” he whispered when he pulled away.

“Not so fast,” a deep masculine voice boomed.

We turned to face the brut of a man who’d spoken. Ah. The Paris alpha. Shit.