Ruthless (Wolf Ranch #6) - Renee Rose Page 0,27

I clenched around him, adjusting.

He stayed buried inside me like I was some virgin he had to baby. Pain flickered over his face. “Sorry. I’m sorry, Red. Fuck, you can’t goad me like that. It’s hard enough to hold back for you.”

“You should be proud of that thing. God, I’m so full. But who said you had to hold back?” I purred, even though I knew I was tempting fate. I was probably no match for the fierce, animal aggression he had brewing inside him. I wanted to have it unleashed because I had a feeling I wouldn’t see the true Rand, all of him, until he did.

“Aw, Red. Keep that up, and I am going to destroy this sweet, wet pussy of yours.”

Said pussy clenched around his cock again, urging the destruction. He let out a shaky breath and rocked back, then thrust deep.

My exhale was harsh and excited as I lifted my hips to meet him. I ran my hands over his chest, down his muscled arms, trembling and rocking my pelvis up in little pulses to move him inside of me. He still seemed to be holding back. What he was waiting for, I wasn’t sure, but his eyes sure as hell weren’t human. They were one hundred percent wolf.

“I’m not that fragile,” I told him, cupping his jaw. “I won’t break.”

He hovered over me, still not moving, breathing hard like he’d just finished a race.

“Please,” I added.

“Fuck, Red,” he cursed. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

10

RAND

My mate was magnificent.

Too magnificent.

Sprawled out bare beneath me, her dark red hair a wild curtain around her head, her green eyes dark with lust, she had my control hanging by a goddamn thread.

I was ready to mark her right here, right now. My teeth were long in my mouth, dripping with the serum that would forever embed my scent into her skin. It was everything I could do not to lose control. She didn’t know anything about shifters.

She deserved the truth, the choice to become mine. There was no question she would be mine, but it couldn’t be now. We had the rest of our lives together, and from what I’d learned from the guys who’d all found human mates, I wasn’t going to fuck this up like they had. At first. Sure, they’d gotten their shit together, but I wasn’t going to blow it because her pussy was just too fucking perfect.

No. I was stronger than that. Fuck, I was going to try because if anyone was going to make me weak, it was Natalie. She wasn’t giving me much of a chance to get my shit together, either. She kept squirming and rocking beneath me, trying to take me deeper, to get me to move inside her.

Fuck. I was dying of pleasure here. I could come, but I couldn’t bite.

I held still as I shut my eyes, breathed. As soon as I got my teeth to retract, I let my hips go. She wanted hard, I’d fuck her hard. I’d give her anything she wanted, especially if that included me being balls deep inside her. Three deep slams, and her head nearly hit the headboard. Fuck. I pulled out and dragged her lower, then pinned her in place with a hand at her shoulder. I tried to take another breath and slow down, but she reached for my cock and guided me back into her.

I couldn’t help it. “Red,” I growled. I jackhammered into her.

She flung her knees wide, making herself soft and pliant for my assault. It was like our bodies were fucking made for one another.

Hell, they were, weren’t they? She was my fated mate. Of course, sex with her would be beyond perfect. That she would want it as wild and sweaty and heart pounding as I did.

“Natalie,” I rasped, already at the edge of my rope. Hell, I’d been needy and fucking frantic since the moment I caught her scent on the breeze on Monday night. Now? I was downright desperate. “Fuck, Natalie.”

I had the presence of mind to rub her clit with my thumb, and she cried out, squeezing my cock so tight I nearly came right there. She yanked me down with claws in my skin, like she was as greedy for me as I was for her. As if she were the shifter, and her inner wolf was coming out.

Impossible, but she was definitely a wildcat.

I wanted to kiss the hell out of her, but I kept my jaw