Page 14 of Witch’s Wolf (Bound by the Howl #2)

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ERICA

S am’s naked body rubs together with mine.

I have had more than a few fantasies about being with him, but not one of them included us in the wild. My bedroom, kitchen, living room and even the bathroom, for sure. The woods? This hadn’t crossed my dirty mind.

No matter, I’m not going to ask him to slow down. I've been longing for him. I've been yearning to be touched by that big, gorgeous bastard. And my God, he feels so damn good against me…

His long, muscular arms trap me, holding tight. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels bumping against the backs of his thighs. I clutch his shoulders, my lips locked with his, drinking in the heat of him.

His hard cock presses between my thighs, the thick ridge rubbing right against my aching pussy. I whimper into his mouth. His hands stroke along my outer thighs before sliding forward and gripping the curves of my ass. His demanding squeeze sends a shudder through me. I drag my fingers down his shoulder blades, desperate for more.

He takes a step back, pulling me away from the trunk. Releasing my left thigh, he reaches around, our gazes locking. But the feel of his hardness pressing at my entrance shatters my focus. My eyes squeeze shut as my head tilts back, a loud moan spilling from my lips.

“Fuck me,” I command, his hand grabbing and holding on to my ass cheek.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praises, burying his head in my breasts. I feel the warmth of his beard on the underside of my tits as his mouth lays a long, fiery kiss in the tiny gap between them.

I grip his shoulder blades one last time, before letting my fingers slide back up to his shoulders. Thick inches plowing in, he splays his fingers over my lower back to support me.

His tongue moves over my nipple, my body rocking in his arms. I can’t believe how strong he is. Holding on to my hip, he pushes me up with unbelievable ease and then drops me onto his swollen shaft. He repeats the motion, while grazing his teeth over my nipple. My eyes snap open, taking in a view of the half-moon in the sky.

“Harder!” I cry, as he buries himself deep inside.

His steady pace turns frantic, each thrust driving me harder against him. The sound of our bodies colliding echoes through the woods. Our tangled silhouettes stretch tall in the moonlight, a raw display of need. I throw my head forward, wrapping my arms tight around his neck, holding on as moan after moan spills from my lips.

My orgasm hits with incredible force. I press my mouth to the side of his neck, in an attempt to stifle my cries of pleasure. Even so, the sounds I make are far louder than his grunts.

He lifts me up and off, reaching his own climax. Drenched in his juices, his throbbing cock bumps up into my ass as thick veins in his neck pulse underneath my forearms.

I tip my head back, our heavy breaths synchronizing.

“Together?” I gasp, scanning his handsome face.

“Together”,” he agrees, flashing a sexy smile.

I don’t need to hear another word. I lean in, my fingers curling loosely around his neck, the warmth of his skin centering me. A storm has raged inside me for the past twenty-four hours. Confusion, grief, chaos, but here, in his arms, the noise finally fades.

The man who’s kept his distance, who’s resisted me at every turn, is finally here, and I’m not about to question it. Fate, luck, or sheer madness, I don’t care. He’s a gift, one I never saw coming, wrapped in heat and muscle, with temptation stitched into every inch of him.