Page 9 of The Bookish Girl’s Guide to Mating with a Werewolf (Mate Hunted #1)

He squeezed my hips roughly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make me think he wasn’t completely in control. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers if you don’t.”

“Please do.” The words were breathless.

“Show me how to touch you.”

“You’re bossy,” I said, but I took his hand again and guided it between my thighs this time. It was a little awkward with my position against the countertop, but he didn’t seem to care even slightly.

His breathing hitched alongside mine when I brushed his fingers over my clit and showed him how to do the slow, rough circles I wanted.

My hips rocked.

His cock throbbed against my ass, still separated from my skin with his damn towel.

I let go of his hand so I could hold myself up on the counter a little easier, my eyes basically glazed over as I watched us in the mirror.

His gaze was so insanely intense, his entire being focused on me.

My whole upper body was flushed.

We were moving together, the motions completely and utterly lacking in rhythm.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t even see him touching me.

I came hard, crying out in pleasure as my hips jerked roughly against his hand. He swore, his cock throbbing hard. I couldn’t feel his release, but the way his chest heaved and the look in his eyes changed told me he’d lost it too.

In his towel.

Just like he said.

The man didn’t look even the slightest bit embarrassed, and I loved that.

“I already got off. I want you inside me next time,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

He was still touching me. Working my clit, slower and lighter. Like he wasn’t done… even though I knew he had to be done.

Technically he wasn’t human, but werewolves worked the same way as humans did, didn’t they? I?—

“Oh fuck,” I choked out, as he tilted his hand and slid two thick fingers inside me.

It had been ages since I was with anyone, so it was a stretch, in the best way.

“That feel good?” His lips brushed my ear. The entire front of his body was pressed against the entire back of mine, and I swear, I’d died and gone to heaven. I’d never been held like that. Engulfed like that. It was everything.

“Incredible.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Good.” He nipped my shoulder, and I tilted my head further, giving him more access.

“Lighter,” I breathed, when he got a little too rough.

He did exactly as I said.

“Harder,” I ordered, when I needed more.

He gave me exactly what I wanted.

Until I was coming on his fingers with another cry of pleasure, rocking and swearing as I shattered.

“You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Abby.” His voice was strained and rough.

“Liar.” The joke was halfhearted.

There was no way for me to feel like anything other than that when he was touching me and holding me the way he was. There just wasn’t.

He pressed his cock against my ass. Still hard. He couldn’t be ready to go already, could he? “It’s the truth.

“Could you get off again?” I asked.

“If you let me keep touching you.” He pressed his thumb lightly against my clit, and I groaned.

“I want you inside me, Nico.”

“Finally, you use my real name.” His words were gruff but playful, and I laughed breathlessly.

“Finally.”

“Are you sure? I don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD, and I’m clean. Are you?” I met his eyes in the mirror.

His gaze was steady. “Squeaky. Werewolves can’t get STDs anyway.”

“Guess I’m a werewolf too now, huh?”

“Yup.” He lowered his lips back to my throat and nipped lightly.

Reaching behind me, I grabbed the top of his towel and pulled. It was already mostly undone and came loose easily.

Nico tugged the fabric free from between our bodies and slid his fingers out of me. I sucked in a breath when the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.

He clenched his jaw and met my gaze again, like he was giving me one last chance to stop him.

Instead, I pushed my hips down, biting my cheek as I took the tip. Nico was huge. Insanely huge. It was a much bigger stretch than his fingers had been, but it felt amazing.

He gritted out a curse and thrust forward, his fingers pressing roughly against my clit as he drove in deep.

We groaned together when he bottomed out inside me and stopped, clenching his teeth and taking a few steadying breaths.

“You good?” I panted.

The sound he made in response was a clear yes.

I moved my hips, and he hauled me higher on the countertop. My bare belly rested on the flat surface, and I braced myself as he pulled out a little, thrusting in deeper.

His fingers were still on my clit, the motions uneven in a way that drove me mad.

We moved together, pushing each other closer and closer to the edge until we finally broke.

I cried out loudly, my hips bucking as he drove into me hard and fast.

The sound of his pleasure and feel of his cock inside me was a savage, delicious thing that made me come harder and longer than I would’ve dreamed.

We both breathed roughly as he leaned over me, resting his weight on the counter and meeting my gaze in the mirror again. His eyes were wild. Hot. Intense, in a way I’d never imagined someone would ever look at me.

“That was amazing,” I panted.

“You can think of a better word than that.”

“Mind-blowing.”

“That’s two, Abby.” The roughness in his voice made me smile.

“Perfect.”

“There you go.” His lips brushed my throat one last time. “I’m taking you home. To my house.”

“Was that a question?” I teased.

“No.”

My smile widened. “Fine. I’m keeping my car keys though, in case you turn out to be a murderer.”

“Good idea.” His hand slid up my abdomen and over my nipple, slick with my pleasure. Maybe his, too. “Never hurts to be prepared.”

“Exactly.”

With that, he hauled me off the countertop and carried me into the shower, still impaled by his cock.

Honestly, I had no desire to get off of him.