Page 37 of The Wolf's Captive

A shudder moved me as I imagined my old apartment and teleported us straight into the bedroom. As soon as we landed, Malone dropped me to my feet and dug his hands behind my head, burying his fingers in my hair. His tongue flicked over my ear as he breathed heavily, sending a thrill to my soul.

“I dream about you every night,” he whispered in his deep voice. “I see myself pushing my penis deep inside you and touching the very core of your existence and it makes me orgasm so violently, I lose myself completely.”

My breath hitched as tingling scattered over every part of my skin like butterfly wings fluttering madly. “I want to feel that with you… Take me there.”

Lifting me into his arms, he walked to the side of my bed. The ice blue duvet dented as he sat me down and lifted the edge of my T-shirt. I raised my arms, allowing him to remove it and throw it over his shoulder.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered, pushing me back on the bed.

I went to scoot up, but he caught my thighs and pinned me. “Stay there.”

Doing as I was told, I looked up at him as his gaze traced down my torso, lingering on my red bra. His fingers danced across my stomach before he grasped the hem of my jeans and tugged them down my legs, leaving my lacy underwear on.

“Pretty.”

Stroking my sides, Malone bent down and kissed my neck. A shudder moved me when his mouth hovered near my ear and his tongue flicked out to lick it, his breath heavy and hot on my skin.

When he lifted his head, he slowly dragged his huge hands down my collar bone and over my breasts, which he kneaded before popping one out of the bra. His mouth descended, sucking and licking and making me squirm. The delicious sparks that tightened my nipples slipped down as his fingers traced over my stomach and underwear.

“I’m not going to take these off,” he muttered, circling a thumb over the top of the lace.

The pressure of the material against my clitoris sent shockwaves into my pussy. I arched against his hand, urging him to continue. He increased the pressure, teasing me until I was on the brink, the tingling spreading throughout my core.

“Please,” I pleaded.

Shaking his head, he pulled his away and undid the button on his jeans, shoving them down his legs, underwear and all. I licked my lips as the length of him stood proud, pointing directly at me.

He leant over me and grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed. Lifting my butt, he placed them under me to lift my hips higher.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said, my breath hitching when he slipped his hand into the side of my underwear and dipped his finger inside me.

Once satisfied that I was wet enough, he moved my underwear to the side and stepped close, holding his penis and guiding it to my entrance. My whole body tensed as he stared down at me, his hooded eyes full of lust.

My own body was hot with desire, ready to welcome him into me.

As the thought entered my mind, Malone entered me, sliding in with one long thrust. My head fell back as he filled me, stretching me wide and sending gorgeous pulsations into my vagina.

“This is home,” Malone muttered, gripping my hips and pulling out before pushing back in.

I nodded as I breathed, biting my lip and shaking my head. Seeing him watch me turned me on even more. His huge frame at the end of the bed, holding me and controlling me, made me shudder violently. I could get used to being dominated by my alpha.

“You’re right where you belong.”

His smile was short lived as he moved a bit faster, leaning over me slightly and kissing my mouth. I held onto his neck and slipped my tongue into his mouth, staring into his eyes as the pressure inside me intensified.

The zing of lust that filtered through me only made me hotter. He released my mouth and pulled out of me, leaving me cold and uncertain.

“Come,” he said, going to the head of the bed and settling himself against the headboard.

Turning onto my front, I crawled up the mattress and over his stretched out legs. His penis stood proud, swollen and red. Shit, I needed him inside me again.

Getting onto my feet, I lowered myself onto his length, impaling myself as I wound my arms around his neck. A hiss of air left my lungs as the heat spread out where we were joined. His muscles strained as I rose up and down, riding him hard. My core sucked at him, the rhythm increasing when he placed his hands around my hips and pulled me down onto him.

I held onto the headboard and dug my head into his neck, kissing and nipping it. He groaned, his head falling back as I moved faster, the friction of my clitoris on his pelvic bone driving me on. The tingle started as his breathing became laboured and his moans grew louder. Oh yeah, I was going to milk him until he came.

“I enjoy riding you, wolf,” I muttered, rising and falling even faster.

“Yes,” he pushed through his gritted teeth. “Ride me.”