Page 59 of Clashing With The Grumpy Wolf
The sensation of fullness, of connection, overwhelms me. I drop my head between my arms, breathing through the intensity of it. Adrian remains still, allowing me time to adjust, his hips rocking gently back and forth without pulling out of me.
"Okay?" he asks, voice strained with the effort of restraint.
"Yes," I breathe. "More than okay."
He begins to move, setting a slow, measured rhythm. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure dancing up my spine. But it's not enough. I push back against him, demanding more, faster, harder.
I feel wild. Untethered. Free.
Adrian's control snaps as his wolf nature comes to the surface. His pace becomes punishing, his grip bruising as he pounds into me. The bed frame creaks with the force of our coupling, the headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall. I cry out with each thrust, lost in sensation, riding the edge of a pleasure so intense, it borders on pain.
As we both near climax, Adrian bends over me, his chest pressed to my back, one arm wrapped around my waist to support me. Then intense pressure builds inside me, stretching my walls like nothing I’ve ever felt, his cock swelling at the base, stretching me further.
His teeth find the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. There's a sharp pain as his fangs break skin, immediately followed by a wave of pleasure so overwhelming that my vision whites out. I come with a force that tears a scream from my throat, inner muscles clamping down around him as the mating bond snaps into place.
I feel Adrian's release inside me, hot and pulsing as he growls against my neck, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax. The continued pressure inside me triggers a second orgasm before the first has even subsided, leaving me gasping and trembling in his arms.
A long time, we ride our pleasure together, until Adrian’s fangs finally release me and I collapse on the mattress under him.
Afterward, Adrian carefully maneuvers us onto our sides, his body still joined with mine from behind. He pulls a blanket over us, then wraps his arm securely around my waist, licking the spot where he bit me in slow, lazy strokes of his tongue.
It should be unsettling. It should make me scared, but all it does is make me relaxed in his arms.
"Are you alright?" he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder.
"That was…" I search for words and fail. "I've never felt anything like that."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. It was perfect. More than perfect. This was the best sex I’ve ever had."
I shift slightly, feeling the continued fullness inside me. That delicious, amazing fullness of his knot. I would have never guessed being locked in with a man after sex could feel this good. This perfect.
Adrian laughs, the sound rich with relief and happiness. As I shift again to get more comfortable, I feel him hardening inside me despite our recent activity.
"Already?" I question, surprised.
"Another werewolf difference," he admits, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "No recovery period needed with my true mate."
Feeling bold and a little mischievous, I deliberately wiggle my hips against him, enjoying his sharp intake of breath.
"Julia," he warns, his voice dropping to a growl, "if you keep doing that, you're going to be in trouble."
I giggle and wiggle more provocatively. "What kind of trouble?"
Adrian moves then, thrusting slightly despite the limitations of our position.
"This kind of trouble," he whispers, his hand sliding down to where we're joined.
As his fingers find the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, I gasp and buck my hips. I’ve just had two orgasms, but I’m already hungry for more.
"I think I like this kind of trouble," I murmur, arching into his touch.
"Good," Adrian growls against my neck as he begins to move inside me again. "Because you're in a heap of trouble now."
Chapter 18
Adrian