Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)

Wolf growling quietly inside his chest, his eyes dipped to my mouth, and he whispered, “Sadie.”

I couldn’t wait another second. My hands shaking in need, I lifted them, gripping his silk soft spirals, tugging, pulling his head down. He pulled back the barest bit, resisting with a small smile I had never seen before curving his lips—an intimate, gentle teasing smile—before he dipped, letting me pull his mouth to mine. And the last time our lips had met didn’t do his lips any justice, too much alcohol having been running through my system. No, this time, it was fucking perfect, his lips supple soft, seamlessly fitting to my own in a slow caress.

I sighed quietly, his unique scent flaring with even more spice even as I wrapped my arms around his neck slowly, and I felt it when his control snapped, our lips meshing together forcefully. His grip turned brutal, soft lips instantly becoming more demanding on mine, his strokes longer, more flavored with heat as he nibbled at my bottom lip, groaning quietly. His moist tongue dragged lightly where his teeth had been and I moaned, all the pent up sexual tension I had been suppressing for him in the past two days attacking my lower gut, warming me from the inside out as I pressed myself against him, his scent collecting in power around us. Something inside me lurched at him, for him, an animalistic sensual part of me, not able to be gentle, and sure as hell not able to stop. Digging my hands into his luxurious light, curly hair, I pressed against his lips feverishly, taking what I wanted from this man.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his tongue past my lips, gliding it against my tongue. He growled deep in his throat, his wolf sounding harshly, pressing harder against my mouth, his grip fierce in my hair now, and as our tongues glided back and forth against each other, a smooth slide as if our mouths were welded to be together. His spiced forest scent skyrocketed, and not even sure how it happened, we were turned and I was lifting his cashmere shirt up over his stomach and chest as he grabbed my hips, walking me backward toward my bedroom, only taking his mouth away from mine when I ripped his shirt over his head, his mouth instantly back. Our clothes flew everywhere as we moved, fumbling and banging against walls, tripping out of our pants and underwear until we were fully naked against each other, falling on our sides onto my bed in a tangle of arms and limbs.

Frantic. I was damn frantic to feel him, my hands running over his sleek, hard muscles, built like the killing machine he was. I had imagined his muscles bunched tight, not getting the chance to touch him like this the other night, all that warm flesh bulging, my fingernails digging into his hard pecs as I ate at his mouth, his taste even better than his scent, like pure fucking ambrosia against my tongue, but spiced heated. I groaned, rocking against him as his hands slid just as frantically against my body, and he palmed one of my breasts, squeezing and caressing in yearning need as he groaned hard into my mouth, his breath running over my lips as he opened his mouth wider, his tongue owning mine in skilled talent, the battle fucking lost, his tongue diving in to curl against mine. He ordered brokenly, “Sadie…leg…” He groaned, his tongue sliding back in my mouth, and I pushed my hand down between our bodies, grabbing his cock, and I moaned, feeling how fucking massive he was, hard and heavy against my palm. He mumbled, “Aw, fuck…never mind.” He grabbed my thigh roughly, jerking my leg over his hip before that hand dove down between my legs, bumping my own hand, but we were both on a fucking mission, not giving a shit as our arms rubbed against each other, and I gripped his cock tight, not able in any way to wrap my fist completely around his silky smooth, rock hard cock, and started pumping him just as his hand landed over my core. He faltered, shouting against my mouth, instantly driving his hips into my touch, pumping with me, but he groaned, his fingers sliding through my soaking folds, and instantly pressed two fingers inside me, giving me what I needed, my core gripping him tight as I rocked my hips against his plunging and pumping hand. My own shout vibrated against his lips as his hold on my breast turned rougher, the beautiful point between pleasure and pain.

On fire for him, grinding against his hand, the sound of his wolf growling loudly from within his chest a subtle noise that had been growing stronger. His scent spiked unbelievably, making me dizzy with need. I moaned, “Cain…Cain…Cain…”

His own reply was a panting against my lips. “Huh?”

“Now, Cain.” I pounded on his chest with my free hand. “I…I,” I shouted when he pumped his hand faster, “I need you now.”

“Thank God.” He groaned deep, shoving me onto my back, his lips not leaving mine, his body rolling over mine, his weight massive on top of me as his hand fumbled for his pants. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped as he lifted off me a bit, allowing me to breathe more easily. Drinking feverishly from each other’s mouths, he swiftly put the condom on, and then his arms were moving up under my knees, opening me wide as he placed his hands on the bed next to my shoulders, holding me immobile. He groaned as my nails ran down his back, his hip tilting, the blunt tip of his cock sliding through my folds before he pressed my mouth open, driving his tongue against mine as he slammed his hips forward. I shouted as his cock slid in maybe a few inches, but he instantly retreated his hips then drove forward again, relentless, his actions just as furious to be inside me as I was for him. I arched against him, bowing a bit at the pained feeling of his enormous cock stretching me, and even as I was nodding vigorously for him to continue, his hips tilted back the barest bit, and then he slammed into me so fiercely I screamed, his cock ramming through my slick channel with brutal force, sliding all the way inside me, buried deep.

I choked on air, nails imbedded into his shoulders as he stilled for a moment over me, letting me adjust to him. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” Frozen stiff as a stone, jaw clenched so tight I wondered absently in my throbbing filled discomfort if it would snap. Seconds ticked by in the silence, only our breaths sounding in the room, but I held his penetrating stare as steadily as I could. And then, more seconds ticked by as his nostrils flared wide, desire still etching his face, frozen as it was, but ever so slowly his head cocked in an animalistic fashion. Pure wolf, black curls dangling around his face, navy eyes that had begun to dimly glow down on me were unwavering as his eyebrows rose, and he asked, “How old are you?”

Choked voice, my channel muscles still clenched around him, my own eyes glowing blue upon his face. “Twenty-three.” My smile was breathless. “And you?”