“You look so fucking hot, Sadie.” The admission was full of possessiveness and lust. “I’ve dreamed of taking you like this.”
Funny. So had she. “Make the dream a reality.”
His snarl wasn’t nice—it was a promise to deliver what she’d asked for and more. He left her and she heard another bottle open with a snick. She didn’t tense up, waiting for what would happen next. One of these days she was going to taste him. For now, if he wanted this so badly, she’d give it to him.
And she’d love every moment of it because it was real.
She’d stopped dreaming a long time ago.
Knowing how good reality could be, she never wanted to go back.
Trey forced himself to slow down, ordering the wolf back into its cage. His female had offered him the one thing shifters desired most, the ultimate act of submission. But he knew to approach things with care, to make the encounter enjoyable for her. She’d known what he was alluding to earlier. He’d seen it in her eyes when he’d tried to warn her. She’d made sure to retrieve things to make it easier for them too. Next to the soap and shampoo rested a bottle of baby oil. It would take care of things, pave the way.
He thought about how tight she’d be and his cock jerked.
Sadie hadn’t shared her age but Trey knew she’d ventured around the earth and wasn’t new to life’s adventures. She might even be older than his five hundred and twelve years. A part of him hoped not, wishing her to be younger. Sexuality stirred in every creature, including vampires and werewolves, when the right time came. He didn’t like thinking she’d taken many lovers in her life.
Who are you to judge? You’re not exactly a saint.
Fuck it all.
The only man she’d take into her bed from this moment forward was him.
She’d never need the affection of another.
Since they were in the shower, he placed the bottle over her lower back and let it drip onto her skin. The silky fluid streaked over her pale flesh, traveling down the curve of her buttocks. He slid his fingers through the slippery puddle, getting them good and slick. Then he reached down, placing his fingers between the globes of her ass. He searched for the tiny rosette hidden between them and stroked the pucker with the tips of his fingers. His wolf snarled in his head, wanting to fuck her as badly as he did.
“Easy, baby,” he said, working his way into her carefully.
He kept his hand level, making sure he didn’t go too fast. She made things easier by bearing down. His fingers slid into her ass, gliding past the second knuckle. He pulled back and poured more oil over her. Only when she was soaking wet did he return, working the lubricant into her ass.
“More,” she demanded, rocking back.
Fuck. His balls drew up and a spike shot down his cock.
If she didn’t stop he wouldn’t even make it inside her. He’d shoot his load before they’d even passed second base. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched the delicate area. She was tight but ready, her channel nice and wet by the oil. There wouldn’t be any force when he entered her. She’d part like a whisper, giving him the room he needed.
He removed his fingers and stroked his dick, covering the entire length with the lube. When his cock was equally slick he fisted the base and placed the thick, mushroomed head against her entrance. He closed his eyes, fighting the wolf for control, drawing a steadying breath. The animal clawed the inside of his skin, begging to get out. He told the asshole creature to shut the hell up. Most men weren’t this lucky. Some were mated to human women who refused to consider such a thing. While mating a female shifter—who usually had the same deviant desires—made things easier for males to experience anal sex, it was never a guarantee.
Taking a woman in the ass was the ultimate thrill.
He was the luckiest man in the world.
“Do you want me?” He pressed against the tiny hole, making sure he didn’t penetrate her. For this he wanted her consent. Knowing she was right there with him. It wasn’t worth it to him to have the moment if it didn’t mean anything to his female. They had to experience this together.
“You know I do.” She gazed at him over her shoulder. “I want you in any way I can have you.”
Christ. His heart slammed in his chest. She means it.
He’d told her that he knew she loved him. In his own way he did.
But now he saw it clearly through her eyes.
She truly would take him in any way she had to. That was how devoted she was. No wonder his betrayal had cut her so deeply. She’d pretty much offered him her heart and watched as he tossed it to the ground and stomped on it like an asshole.
He returned her stare, wanting to see her eyes when he breached her. He was wide enough that it took more pressure than he’d have liked to get inside. He hissed when the head slipped past the ring of muscle and lodged in her ass, the constrictive walls hugging the tip.
Sadie lowered her chin, gazing at him with desire and adoration. He almost lost it.
Count to ten. Think of unicorns. Do NOT fucking come.
“What’s wrong?” she purred, probably because she’d heard the thought.
The wolf—already eager and aggressive—broke free. “Not a damn thing.”
Grasping her hips, he planted his feet. One hard thrust and he slammed his cock in her ass, burying himself from tip to hilt. She accepted him but the teasing playfulness on her face vanished. She gasped. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. Good. If she kept trying to provoke him he wouldn’t be so cautious. He’d act like a fucking idiot, ramming into her like a sloppy teenager. There wouldn’t be any care, only mindless horniness that wouldn’t do her any favors.
Thinking on that, he reached around and thrummed her clit.
Her breath caught and her ass flexed around his dick. She was so damn snug he was afraid to move. She felt so good around him, like a warm, fisting glove teasing his prick. Fuck. He’d be lucky if he made it five minutes. Plucking her clit, he backed away. Her flesh parted, making way, enfolding him even as he withdrew. When only the head remained within her, he plunged back inside. His balls slapped her pussy, sending Sadie onto her toes.
“Hold on,” he warned, ready to unleash his beast.
She didn’t turn away, keeping her eyes on him as he moved. Her still-wet hair clung to her back and shoulders, a few pieces sticking to the side of her face. With each thrust he rubbed her clit, applying just enough pressure. He could scent her arousal and knew she was close. He wanted to feel her ass clamping down on him and know she was swept into a climax as he succumbed to the pleasure only she could give him.
There’ll never be another.
No other woman will ever compare.
He watched her mouth, studying her fangs. Either she’d gotten enough from him or she was gaining more control. She seemed to be attuned to the sex more than her need for blood. Or maybe it was because each time they’d been intimate they’d been rushed. He wanted to find out everything about her. After he faced the pack, he intended to spend eternity figuring out the mystery that was Sadie Dumus.
“There it is.” He gritted his teeth and tried not to think about how good she felt. “There you go.”
She whimpered, rocking back against him. He rotated the tips of his fingers over her clit, moving faster and faster. Her blue eyes brightened, turning nearly white. He pumped harder into her, aware she was right on the brink. Just a little bit more and she’d fly. He wound her up, drawing her tighter.
Right there, baby. Let go.
With a strangled cry she came, her ass squeezing him tight. He let himself go, releasing a roar of relief and triumph. His seed jetted into her ass, his balls emptying wave after wave of semen. He hammered into her, unable to stop. His attention swept to her mark, the wolf like a snake beneath his flesh. It slithered inside him, howling its own shout of possession. The animal would kill anyone who threatened its bond with its mate, regardless of the penalty.