Page 28 of Alpha Wolf’s Nanny (Silvermist Wolves #2)

His touch was reverent as he laid her down in his bed, so careful not to jostle or hurt her.

She wasn’t surprised. She probably looked like a complete mess of bruises and scrapes, and cuts.

Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

For the first time in a very long time indeed, she didn’t give a single fuck what she looked like.

Not when Felix hovered over her, his expression ravenous, drinking her in like a man possessed. She was here, underneath him, the scent of his skin enveloping her.

That was all she needed.

His head dropped to her neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there, gently sucking it into her mouth with just enough sharpness that fresh waves of pleasure jolted her core.

She groaned, wrapping her legs firmly around his torso, the muscles of his back firm beneath her calves.

She could feel him, the hot, hard length of him, pressing against her slick entrance.

She needed him inside her. Needed it now.

Needed it more desperately than she had ever thought possible.

But it seemed he had other ideas.

With a wicked smirk, he pulled backwards, lifting his hips away, leaving her groaning in disappointment.

“Not yet, beautiful girl,” he growled, the weight of his chest pushing her into the mattress, “I’ve got all sorts of things I want to do with you before that.”

He dipped down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, laving his tongue over it.

She gasped, fingers curling in his hair, hips bucking upwards, searching for friction.

One of his hands trailed down her side, his hand enormous and heavy, before it settled at the junction of her thighs.

He practically snarled when he felt the wetness gathering there, his fingers moving expertly through her soaking folds.

“Please,” she said, “God, Felix, I need you!”

“You’ve got me,” he replied with a growl, kissing his way down her stomach, his muscles rippling in the low light of the room.

When his tongue found her, she nearly fell apart there and then.

With expert precision, he flicked the spot that made her toes curl and stars explode behind her eyes.

She shuddered beneath him, writhing and desperate, and he pinned her hips to the bed to keep her still.

One hand went further up, grasping her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Oh God,” she nearly wept, “oh God! Oh, God, oh GOD!”

He chuckled, the vibration rippling up her spine, and her fingers tightened in his hair.

“Don’t stop,” she said, “don’t you dare stop.”

“I have no intentions of stopping,” he said, grinning up at her, his lips slick and shiny with her arousal, “not ever.”

He redoubled his efforts, and her back arched off the bed. He had done this to her before, back when they first slept together, but this was different. Hungry. He was devouring her like he was a man starved. Like he could truly stay worshipping her for eternity.

She came hard, wailing out her orgasm, her hips bucking insistently against his firm hold. He rose, kissing up her body, capturing her lips. She could taste herself, tangy and musky, mixed with a flavor that was purely him.

As his mouth ravaged hers, she reached down, grasping the thick length of him in her hand.

He hissed, every muscle tensing, as her thumb swept over his head.

There was a small bead of moisture there, thick and viscous, and she swept it down his length.

He shuddered, his face falling into her shoulder, his hands braced on either side, pinning her down.

“Cassie,” he groaned as she pumped up and down the length of him, “you’ll be my undoing.”

The words pleased her more than she thought possible, and she moved with greater speed, careful not to grip too tight, in awe that she could have such a powerful, strong, dominant male completely under her spell. It made her feel powerful, sexy, in control. She wanted more.

It was only because he let her that she flipped them over, her hand still working his length. He kissed her, deep and intense, and she pulled back with a mischievous grin.

When he realized what she wanted to do, he moved to stop her, but she batted his hands away. She wanted to do this. Wanted to give him the same pleasure that he had given her. Wanted to feel him trembling and shaking from what she did to him.

Carefully, she slid down his body, exploring the hard planes of his chest as she did. If he weren’t so warm, she would have thought he was cut from marble.

When she reached his hips, she stared at his manhood with barely concealed curiosity. She had seen it before, of course, but not up close like this. It was hot and heavy, pulsing in her hand, musky-smelling in a way that made her core clench and her center moisten even more.

Tentatively, she flicked her tongue over its head, and Felix’s eyes shuttered close with a growl.

Bolstered by his reaction, she took him into her mouth, careful to tuck her lips over her teeth, and sank down.

She could barely make it halfway before her throat started to constrict.

He was so massive, so she used her hands to help as she bobbed up and down.

With one experimental twist of her tongue along the firm ridge on his cock’s underside, Felix swore suddenly, his hips bucking up, his hands gathering her hair as gently as he was able. She grinned around him, repeating the motion again, delighted at the pure, masculine grunts pouring from him.

She was just beginning to find her rhythm when suddenly he pulled her up, flipping them back over and pinning her to the bed with the sort of heated savagery that made her limbs turn to jelly.

“Any more of that,” he said, his eyes dark and stormy, “and I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Then don’t,” she replied cheekily, leaning up to kiss him before settling back and biting her swollen lip.

His eyes watched her suck the flesh into his mouth, and he made a sound that was more animal than man.

“You don’t know how hard I’m trying not to take you up on that offer,” he finally said, “but I’ve got something I’d much rather do.”

He punctuated his words with a powerful thrust of his hips against her, rubbing his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. She gasped, hands scrabbling at his shoulder, thighs falling apart.

“You’re still on the pill?” he asked as he moved his hips, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Yes,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around him, urging him closer towards her.

“Excellent,” he said, before driving forwards, pushing into her warm heat.

She let out her own animal groan as she stretched around him, her sensitive flesh able to feel every small movement, every inch. His forehead fell to hers, and their breath mingled as he pushed further and further still, until Cassie was so full that she thought she might fall apart.

And then he began to move. Rocking into her, picking up speed, each thrust careful and measured yet enough to drive her wild.

He was being careful with her; she could sense it. Treating her gently. While she appreciated his concern for her physical well-being, she needed more. She needed it hard and rough. She needed him to claim her entirely, so that she could know that she was utterly his.

“Harder,” she panted, scraping her fingernails down his back.

He grunted, kissing her. “But you—”

“I don’t care,” she said, “I need you to fuck me harder!”

Snarling, he obliged, picking up the pace until he was hammering into her, every nerve set alight. With one hand, he reached down, his fingers rubbing over her clit. The dual simulation made her see stars, and she couldn’t help the torrent of curses that split from her lips.

He doubled his efforts, and it wasn’t long before she was tipping over the edge again, his name on her lips, pleaded like a prayer.

Wave after wave of delicious orgasm crashed into her until she was nothing more than a boneless mass beneath him.

Her whole universe contracted, tightened, sharpened into nothing more than the feel of his body moving atop hers.

She would go mad with it, she was sure. He was everywhere, everything . Filling her up and covering her so completely that she nearly forgot her own name. And she liked it.

With a thunderous roar, he came, burying himself deep inside of her, muscles tensing and trembling as he braced against the mattress, careful not to crush her.

She didn’t care. She wanted the weight of him, the pure animal feel of his body atop hers until she could float off into oblivion.

She was safe here, safe and happy and sated and whole.

Felix’s breath was heavy as he came down from his high, his eyes wide and reverent as he drank in her face.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough, “so beautiful.”

And she believed him.

She fell asleep, cradled in his arms, safe and protected from the world outside.

***

The scent of coffee hit Cassie before she even opened her eyes. Rich, warm, grounding. She blinked against the early sunlight spilling across the duvet, and for a moment, she lay still, trying to make sense of the quiet peace that had settled over her like a second blanket.

It wasn’t a dream. Felix had found her. Brought her home.

Made her feel safe.

Her muscles ached in ways that had nothing to do with bruises and everything to do with the night before.

The memory was still raw and recent. Not just the sex, though that had left her breathless and dazed, but everything that had led to it.

The tears, the truth, the look in his eyes when she’d said she loved him.

And now...he was making her coffee.

She sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket around herself. One of Felix’s T-shirts lay draped at the end of the bed; she tugged it on and padded barefoot into the kitchen, following the smell.