possessiveness, but she’d barely gotten started. She licked the strong column of his throat with a growl. “I hope you won’t be disappointed if I don’t stay tamed for very long.”
He trembled under her, every muscle tense and taut. “You never could be, honey.”
“No.” She relaxed her body enough to sink down. Not all the way, not even most of the way, just until the head of his cock pushed into her, then locked her knees. “How badly do you want to be inside me?”
“I can wait,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Are you going to make me?”
“Yes.” So many ways to tease him. She rubbed her breasts against his chest. Scraped her teeth along his jaw in teasing bites only to follow with her tongue. “Wait. You have to wait.”
But he didn’t wait. He moved, and suddenly she found herself bent over the edge of the bed with Jay behind her, over her, his chest pressed to her back. “Wait?”
He wanted her. Needed her. Loved her. Passion and hunger throbbed between them, and she didn’t need a magical bond to feel it. Restraint tensed his muscles, need set his heart to hammering against her back. She rocked back against him and gasped when his cock slicked through her folds and rubbed over her clit.
“Wait,” she whispered, curling her fingers in the blankets. Her arms shook. “Wait until you can’t stand it. Wait until you’ll die if you don’t take me.”
His hands tightened on her hips, stilling her even as he took up her rocking motion. “You don’t even know when that happened, do you?”
She’d needed him from the first shivering terror of being infected, but she’d wanted him for longer. “When I became a wolf?”
“Not even close.” He licked a path up her spine. “I watched you before. I needed you.”
A thousand casual interactions came back to her. Years of small talk and polite greetings, of passing each other in the street or crossing paths at the diner, but the wolf saw something else in her human memories. Self-denial in his eyes and protectiveness in his stance, an alpha alone and lonely and wanting what he couldn’t have.
Maybe some part of her had always known. Maybe it had been fate all along. She was meant to be here, under him, alive because they fit together, body and soul.
“I didn’t see,” she whispered, twisting her head to meet his glazed, drowning dark eyes. “I wasn’t ready.”
He slid inside her with a sharp, indrawn breath. “And now?”
As if he had to ask. They fit together, all right, in the rawest, basest way imaginable. He pressed deep and she moaned at the perfect stretch, just enough to bring every nerve singing to life without pushing over the line into too much. She was meant to be like this, joined, one being shuddering together.
She dropped her head forward, baring the back of her neck as her hair swung around her face. “Show me what you’ve always wanted.”
His mouth traveled higher, between her shoulder blades and finally to the nape of her neck. “It’ll take years, Eden.” He angled his hips back as he spoke, then drove deep with a groan.
Her body forgot that it had already been sated. Her knees buckled, spilling her onto the mattress, and then he was doing it again, gripping her hips and pulling her into the perfect position to shatter her sanity, and she didn’t have the experience or the self-control to turn the tables on him. She couldn’t reach him to stroke him to insanity or uncover the secrets of what touches made him wild.
But she could do something far more devastating. Pressing her cheek to the mattress, she melted for him, gave him one precious moment of submission along with the human equivalent. “I love you. You’re mine.”
Jay took both, closing his teeth on the vulnerable curve of her neck before whispering, “Love you too.” The words rode a wave of emotion, love crashing over her tangled with lust and a dark, hungry satisfaction at her willing submission.
So much power in such tiny gestures. She wiggled, working her hands behind her until they nestled at the small of her back, trapped between their bodies, and the thrill it gave him turned helplessness into power. “Love me harder.”
He hissed in a breath and reached between them to lock one hand around her wrists. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he straightened, pulling her arms back to hold her suspended over the bed.