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RILEY

Oh my God. Cody was big. BIG.

And he was in me. I felt crammed full as I sat fully on his thighs.

It was as if he gave up an inner battle where my virginity was concerned and let go.

Because he didn’t just thrust deep in one thrust, he was fucking me. Up. Down. He gripped my ass and lifted and lowered me over his cock, making my breasts bounce. The room swooped as heat bloomed everywhere. I was getting dizzy with lust. With the satisfaction of that lust .

He leaned forward and sucked on a nipple, gripped the other one in his palm and squeezed.

How he made me feel when he went down on me had been amazing. But it had felt like something was missing. As if I’d still been empty. This was different. Deeper. So full.

I rocked over his cock.

“Take me.” He sucked on the swell of my breast. “Such a good girl. Dripping for me.”

My head dropped back, overwhelmed. This was where being a virgin became clear. I had no idea what to do. How to feel. How to control the swell of pleasure he was bringing about.

I never knew it could be like this. So much. So intense.

“Cody, I’m gonna–”

A hand came down on my butt, spanking me. The sharp sting startled me, then–

“Oh my God.”

I came, clenching all around him as I rode out the orgasm.

A tidal wave. Tsunami. Falling off a cliff. Fireworks. Whatever the term, I felt it.

I didn’t know we were moving until my back hit a wall.

With one hand under my bare butt, Cody drove up and into me, somehow deeper than before.

“You on the pill, sugar?”

What? Was he talking? Asking me a question?

“Sugar?”

“What?”

“Pill.”

He wanted to know if I was on birth control. Now? Now that he was so far inside me?

I nodded.

“Good.”

“Are you clean?” I asked, clinging to the few brain cells I had left. While I didn’t want to think about my father when Cody was balls deep inside me, I imagined his reminder of Cody’s strings of women from his past.

“Shifters don’t get shit like that. I’m clean.”

I nodded, but he must’ve seen my shift in mood. He tipped my chin up and slowed his hips.

His blue eyes, now stormy with arousal, pinned me in place as much as his body. “I’m forty. I’ve been with my share of women, but not like what your dad thinks. I can’t change the past, but you have to know you’re my future.” He thrust his hips to confirm it. “This. Us. I might be your first, sugar, but I’m also your last.”

In one smooth motion, he spun again, lowering me to my back on the couch–as if my bed was too far away–our bodies still connected.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. It was so hot to see how strong he was. How in command of the situation. It was incredible to have a guy who knew exactly what he was doing and could make my first time so intensely perfect.

He pulled my ankles up over his shoulders, standing on his knees to thrust. I was completely bare while he only had his jeans and boxers pushed down enough to get his dick out.

I gasped at how deep he got in this position. The head of his cock bumped against my inner wall and made me whimper with the intensity.

He eased back. “Too much, sugar?”

I thrashed my head from side to side. “No! I want it. I want it all, Cody.”

His eyes changed from blue to amber. This. This right here was where I could see his wolf just beneath the surface. The animal inside him. And I wanted him to show it to me.

“Harder,” I practically begged.

It was insane, but I felt his cock swell inside me, getting longer. Fatter.

He gritted his teeth, pumping faster. “Fuck, Riley.”

As much as I’d wanted to own my first time, I did like being underneath him. Not that this was anything close to simple missionary position. But the view I had of Cody McIntire right now was magnificent. That muscled chest of his dusted in curls–when had I ripped some buttons on his shirt open? The way he bared his teeth and the look on his face–like he was inches away from completely losing control. God, what would that be like?

He pushed my ankles toward my shoulders and pumped in that position, shortening the space he could plow into, and making it even more intense.

I shrieked at the sensation. I was going to come again. I could tell by the quaking in my inner thighs, the fluttering in my belly.

“Cody,” I whimpered.

“Not yet.” The order was fierce, and my eyes flew wide. Was I doing something wrong?

“You’re going to wait until I give it to you good, sugar. This time you wait until I tell you to come, understand?”

Oh. Wow.

My pussy clenched, and my nipples–already hard–zinged with his bossy order.

I managed to nod.

“I’m going to make you take it in every fucking position, sweetheart. In every room of this house. You want to see me primal? I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. And when you come, they’re gonna hear three miles away.”

Oh gawd . My eyes rolled back in my head. I was already losing all mental faculties.

This was unbelievably hot.

Cody pulled out.

“No!” I cried.

I tried to focus on him, but it was possible my eyes were crossed. He picked me up by the waist and settled me on my knees, my elbows resting on the stuffed arm of the sofa. He slapped my ass once more. “That’s fucking perfect, sugar. You have the best ass. Especially when it’s got my handprints on it.”

My insides squeezed again. He was going to make me come with his dirty talk alone!

But no–he wanted me to wait. Could I? I wasn’t even sure I knew how to control it. My body was like an instrument he alone knew how to play. I wasn’t giving it any orders right now.

He slid his cock along my slit, rubbing my clit with his slick head.

I moaned.

He stroked a few more times as I arched my back, dying for him to be inside me again.

“Please,” I whimpered .

“I know what you want, sugar.” He gave my ass another firm slap. “I’m just letting the anticipation build.”

God, he’d been doing that from the start, hadn’t he? Refusing to give me this until it was all I could think about. I hadn’t known that it could be more than just sex, that it was a connection, a bond we now shared. This was why he wanted to wait, until I caught up to him.

I understood now.

“I need it.” I was begging. Pleading for what I knew he could give me.

He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, teasing me for a moment by barely entering and withdrawing.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He gripped my hips and pushed in deep.

The sense of satisfaction was unparalleled. Better than jumping in a swimming hole on a hot summer day. More quenching than water on a dry throat. It was heaven.

This was what I’d been missing my entire life. This feeling. This power in my body–the beauty of my own sexuality shared with another.

Not just any other, but my mate .

Oh wow. The words settled like puzzle pieces in my being. Like a truth I instinctively knew.

He did feel like my soulmate, my one true partner, even though I wasn’t a wolf and didn’t know what that even fully meant.

I gripped the arm of the sofa, resting my chest down to brace myself to take him. He didn’t hold back–or at least it didn’t feel like he was. His breath was ragged. His grip on my hips, bruising. He plowed into me like his life depended on getting to the finish line.

I moaned, my channel growing slicker, my body welcoming every thrust.

But then he pulled out again.

“No,” I whimpered.

“Come here, Riley-girl.” Cody wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me backward against his back. I heard him kicking off his pants before he walked me to the dining room table. He laid me back on it, lifting my hips to his face to eat me.

Holy shit. Was he planning on doing all the positions the very first time?

My knees fell open. I tried to tell him I wanted his cock, but no words came out. I was already beyond speaking. Too far in the throes of passion. All I could do was experience this magic. His beautiful tongue delving between my folds, tracing around my clit. He sucked hard, and I fisted his hair, pulling hard.

He let out a snarl, and when he lifted his head, his lips and beard were coated with my juices, his eyes were pure amber. I wanted to see his wolf.

What had he said that first day in the cabin? That if I ran, his wolf would want to chase? Too bad there was nowhere to run here. I’d have to get him to bring me back to the cabin.

“More of you,” I managed to say. “I want…”

In one swift movement, Cody pulled me up, my legs straddling his waist. He kissed me hard, his tongue lashing into my mouth, the taste of my essence on his lips. We crashed into the hallway wall.

One of Nana’s framed pictures of my dad as a boy crashed to the floor.

Cody kept kissing me as he pinned me against the wall again, shifting to palm my ass and lower my hips to meet his. He penetrated me, shoving in and up, making the wall shake. Another framed photograph fell and broke.

I laughed against his mouth.

He groaned into mine. “Sugar…I’m not…” His voice was more wolf than human–a growl to it that electrified my pussy. “It’s so hard to fucking hold back.”

He was still holding back ?

“So don’t,” I said, but when he lifted his head I saw his canines looked longer.

I wasn’t afraid. Not when my body was joined with his. Not when waves of pleasure and mounting need had me in a chokehold. I was merely fascinated.

Was this primal Cody?

I freaking loved it!

He pulled me off the wall, and we careened down the hallway, bumping the other side and pausing there for more kissing and upward thrusts.

Then, somehow, we made it to the bedroom.

Cody lowered me to my back but turned my hips sideways and drew up one thigh, so he entered me from behind.

Another pleasure position. This man definitely knew what he was doing.

I was lost to him. Lost to sex. Lost to the sensation of being thoroughly pleasured, controlled, and loved by Cody.

Yes, loved. It felt that way, anyway. He hadn’t said it, but it was here, in the room with us. There was the explosively wild sex, but it was held in a container of deep caring. Of connection. Of true union.

Cody was the man for me.

Those doubts my dad put in my head didn’t belong. I knew he was the one .

“ Now, Riley.” Cody’s voice was a wolf-snarl. His eyes glowed bright. There was a gleam of his fangs.

Yes, fangs.

I clung to his muscled arm, my nails scoring his skin.

“Come all over my cock, sugar.”

Oh God! My body obeyed his order before I even knew it was happening. My internal muscles clenched and squeezed around his cock. Spasms of pleasure rippled through me, from my core outward.

I screamed. Or at least some long, satisfied syllables came pouring out of my mouth.

Cody shouted. “Yes, Riley– yes !” as he wildly bucked against me.

“Yes, Cody,” I chanted back. Somehow, he was cradled between my legs now, and then his body blanketed mine, his gasping breath hot on my neck, his kisses falling endlessly over my face and shoulders.

His heart pounded right against my breast, and I relished the sensation of it. Of feeling how much I’d moved him.

How I’d brought out his animal… and he’d brought out my own wild side.