She thrust one of her hands in his hair, while she gripped his shoulder for support with the other. Without the wall at her back, she’d long ago have melted into a puddle on the floor.
Arand pulled away and peered up at her, licking his lips, which were wet with her juices. His obvious enjoyment shocked her. She’d never met a man who seemed to gain such pleasure from going down on a woman. Another sure sign this was a figment of her imagination.
He stood and lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all. His strength was astounding. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did as he asked and felt the brush of the head of his penis against her opening. “I have waited forever for you.” He flexed his hips and the broad tip forged its way inside, pushing past her body’s initial resistance.
She bit her bottom lip, stifling a cry as his cock sank into her. He was so large, so thick that he stretched every tender inch of her sheath. Her inner muscles contracted and relaxed around him. He didn’t stop, not until every last inch of him was lodged inside her.
It bordered on pain, but it felt so good. Her thighs gripped his flanks tightly, squeezing. He leaned inward, using his body weight to keep her positioned where he wanted her. His cock pulsed hot and hard inside her, like a heartbeat, matching the rapid flight of her own.
She clung to his neck, her breath coming in sharp pants. Heat enveloped her and a bead of sweat rolled between her breasts.
“Mine.” Arand began to move slowly, flexing his hips, moving them up and in and then back and out. He supported her behind with one of his hands, holding her steady. He slid the other between their bodies and found her clit.
“Oh my sweet Lord,” she cried out when he touched her. If he’d jolted her with a blast of electricity, her body couldn’t feel more alive. Her breasts ached so she pulled him closer, rubbing her distended nipples against the fine covering of hair on his chest. She undulated her hips and moved with him, crying out when his cock filled her to overflowing.
“Come for me.” There was no denying his deep command. Her body splintered and stars exploded, obscuring her vision. Her pussy spasmed, clutching his cock tight. He grunted and kept rocking her on his thick shaft.
She cried out his name and wondered how she was going to survive this. She was breaking into pieces and was afraid they’d never all come back together in the same way again. He’d changed her, somehow taking fragments of her that she would never get back.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek and he leaned in, capturing it on his tongue. His expression was one of pure male satisfaction, which surprised her. His cock was still hard inside her. It was obvious he hadn’t found release. “You didn’t come.” She felt slightly miffed and a little insulted that she could experience something so life shattering and he seemed totally unmoved.
“That time was for you.” He slipped out of her and she flinched slightly as the sensitive tissue of her pussy protested his blunt removal. He spun her around so she was facing the wall.
She slapped her hands against the hard surface and turned to glance over her shoulder. His eyes seemed to glow and his features seemed to almost shift from moment to moment, his face overlaid by that of a wolf, as though the two were almost one. But he wasn’t looking at her face. He was staring transfixed at her back.
He traced the design on her back. “You wear my mark on your skin.” She could hear the wonder in his voice.
She shrugged. “I got the tattoo when I was a teenager. Wolfe is my last name. It’s spelled Wolf with an E. I always felt as though the wolf was my spirit guide, my protector.” She didn’t know why she was telling him all this, but it seemed the right thing to do.
“Sabrina Wolfe,” he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips. “You are marked for me. Named for me.”
He moved closer, his wide shoulders and chest making her feel small and fragile in spite of the fact she was tall for a woman. He used one of his feet to nudge her foot, urging it to move. “Open yourself to me.” His sensual command left her breathless. She’d never had a man take her this way before. It seemed more primitive, more dangerous. After all, he’d be in total control and there would be nothing she could do to stop him once he started.
Did she want to stop him?
She opened her legs wider. Hot breath fanned across her skin as he gently lifted her hair to hang over the front of one shoulder, leaving her nape bare. Sharp teeth teased her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Oh, her fantasy lover was sexy and dangerous, a potent combination.
He reached around and cupped her breasts with his large hands and teased her taut nipples with his clever fingers. “You fit my hands perfectly.” He nibbled on the side of her neck and she tilted it to one side to give him better access. He nipped the skin and then soothed the slight wound with his tongue. She wondered if she’d end up with a hickey. She hadn’t had one of those since high school. Then she had to remind herself this was only a vision. None of it was actually happening, no matter how real it felt.
He shifted behind her, bending slightly. His cock nudged her folds and he stood, pushing his shaft into her once again. Although she’d already had him inside her, it was a snug fit. He seemed even larger than before.
“Your pussy was made for my cock.” He pulled out a couple of inches before pushing hard into her again. “You were made for me.”
She gasped and curled her fingers against the wall, wishing she had something to cling to. He was too big, too overwhelming, too everything.
“You’re so tight.” His voice was even rougher than before. “I can wait no longer.” He closed his hands around her breasts and began to thrust hard and fast, hammering his hips against her.
She let her head fall back against his shoulder. He growled and captured her mouth, stealing her breath. He thrust his tongue into her, claiming her, owning her.
A fragment of fear, of self-protection welled up within her, but it was swallowed by the building erotic pleasure. As impossible as it seemed, she was close to coming again. She never before had two orgasms in the same night, let alone during the same lovemaking session.
“I’m close,” she cried, wanting the release now that the promise of it was so near.
“Come then.” He dropped one of his hands between her legs and used his thumb to stroke her clit. “Give me your cream, your heat.”
Her entire body clenched and she screamed as she came. A long, low howl joined her cry, practically deafened her it was so close. No, not close. It was Arand who was howling. Then hot jets of semen filled her as his cock spasmed and pulsed inside her. She cried out again, legs trembling, totally spent.
Sabrina sagged against the wall. “Hell of a vision,” she muttered.
Behind her, Arand stiffened. He pulled out of her and spun her around so she was facing him. “You still believe this is nothing more than a vision?” he demanded.
“Has to be.” The alternative was more than she could handle at the moment. If it was real then she’d had unprotected sex with a stranger, a stranger who could turn into a wolf and was in the midst of a war with the god of the Underworld.
It was too much for her to take in. Exhaustion swamped her and the pain in her head, which had disappeared, was back with a vengeance. She touched the crown of her head and winced slightly.
“You are hurt?” The concern in his voice warmed her.
“Just where I hit my head earlier. I’m okay.”
His hands were gentle as he pulled down her bra and shirt, smoothing them into place. He lifted her into his strong arms and carried her to the sofa. Arand settled her on the sofa and stretched out beside her. It was a tight squeeze and he was lying half on top of her with his feet hanging off the end. “Rest. We will talk later.”