Page 39 of Clashing With The Grumpy Wolf

But instead of shyness, I feel bold. I sit up, my fingers finding the buttons. One by one, I undo them, maintaining eye contact withAdrian as I reveal myself to him completely. The shirt falls open, then off my shoulders, pooling behind me on the bed.

Adrian's response is immediate and intense. A feral growl rumbles from his chest, his eyes glowing brighter as he takes in the sight of my naked body.

"You're beautiful," he breathes, voice rough with want. “You’re perfect.”

He kisses me hungrily, then flips me on my back on the bed. I cry out in surprise at the sudden movement, but he doesn’t give me time to recover. Instead, he trails his mouth down my throat to my collarbone. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my sensitive skin, the slight edge of pain enhancing the pleasure.

"I've dreamed of this," he murmurs against my skin. "Since that first moment I caught your scent."

His mouth moves to my breasts, taking his time with each one. His tongue circles one nipple while his fingers tease the other, the dual sensation making me arch beneath him. When he sucks hard, I gasp, my fingers clutching at his shoulders.

By then, I’ve stopped any rational thinking.

He continues his downward path, kissing my stomach, my hips, then pushing my knees apart with gentle but insistent hands, exposing my bare pussy to his view. I'm panting now, fingers clutching the sheets as Adrian teases my inner thighs with kisses and gentle nips.

"Adrian," I breathe, not even caring about the pleading note in my voice.

He looks up from between my legs, his eyes glowing like emerald fire.

"Tell me what you want, Julia."

"You. Your mouth. On me. Please."

He smiles, a predatory curve of lips that makes my heart race faster. Then his mouth finds my center, his tongue exploring with deliberate skill that has me gasping. His tongue traces tantalizing circles, applying just enough pressure to make me arch toward him, seeking more contact. I feel his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh, the slight rasp of his stubble against my inner thighs adding another layer of sensation. He adds his fingers, building my pleasure methodically until I'm writhing beneath him.

The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it shatters in a blinding release.

“That’s it, come for me.” He growls, right there, his lips against my clit. “Come for your mate.”

That does it for me. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me, my body arching off the bed. He doesn’t stop. He continues his assault on my tender flesh until I collapse on the mattress, spent and dazed.

Before I've fully recovered, Adrian moves back up my body to kiss me deeply. I taste myself on his lips, the intimacy of it making me moan into his mouth.

But he’s not done with me, far from it. And that place that aches between my legs wants more. I want him. I want all of him.

He stands beside the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. My breath catches at the sight of his bare torso, the broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, defined muscles shifting under tanned skin marked with a few scars that only enhance his raw masculinity.

His hands move to the waistband of his lounge pants, pushing them down and off. My mouth waters at the sight of his long, thick, hard cock, pointing directly at me, framed by powerful thighs.

"Are you sure, Julia?" he asks, his voice husky. "Absolutely sure?"

Because his wolf won’t be able to walk back that line. And for some reason, it makes my core clench with need. I want the claim. I want the possession.

I crave it.

"I've never been more certain of anything. I want this. I want you."

Adrian's wolf is fully present now, his eyes luminous as he prowls back onto the bed, positioning himself over me. He captures my mouth in another searing kiss as he settles between my thighs, parting my legs with his knees, opening me wide.

He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. We both groan at the sensation of being joined, my body stretching to accommodate him.

"You feel perfect," he murmurs against my lips. "Like you were made for me."

He begins to move, setting a gentle rhythm that quickly builds in intensity as his control slips further. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, meeting each thrust with my own.

The pleasure builds again, faster this time, my sensitized body racing toward another peak. Adrian's movements become more urgent, less controlled, his breathing harsh against my neck.

"Adrian," I gasp as the tension peaks again. "I'm going to—"