for more—he could sense that too. And he loved knowing and feeling what he did to her.
He thrust his fingers faster, harder. Pushed her toward an orgasm he had every intention of denying her. Just when it was about to sweep over her, he withdrew his fingers.
“Son of a bitch.”
He brought his hand down hard on her ass. “Not nice.”
“Ask me if I give a f—” Mila inhaled sharply as the thick head of his cock pushed inside her, stretching her quaking inner walls. Oh God, this was what she needed. His long, thick shaft slowly sank into her, filling her up.
He gripped her shoulders and slammed home, sending the breath whooshing out of her lungs. Jesus. And then he was roughly jackhammering into her pussy. Fuck, she was going to be sore later. Not that she cared. Not when it felt so damn good.
She tried pushing back to meet his thrusts, but his lower body pinned hers in place, forcing her to take what he gave. Her moans mixed with his throaty little snarls and the sound of his balls slapping her ass.
Dominic scored his nails down her back, groaning as her inferno-hot pussy greedily clasped and squeezed his cock—just as he’d known it would. Over the years, he’d learned how much pain she liked with her pleasure. Learned what little tricks made her breath hitch and her inner muscles grip him like a vice. She knew some tricks of her own, but she truly didn’t need to use them. Honestly, just the succulent scent of her need made him half-crazed for her.
Brutally hammering into her, Dominic traced the bud of her ass with the tip of his finger. “I want this again.” He’d taken it many times over the years. Claimed it as his own over and over. And he’d come to learn that she had a quick trigger when it came to anal play. “Don’t come until I say you can.”
Mila gasped as a wet fingertip circled the bud of her ass and then gently pushed inside. Her claws sliced out, tearing into the upholstery of the chair. He drove his finger deep into her ass over and over. Soon he added a second. Not long later came a third. The whole time, his cock kept on slicing into her pussy, winding her tighter and tighter until every nerve ending felt raw.
God, she was so close. Swept away by the feel of his cock slamming deep, the bite of his claws on her hips, and the feel of his fingers thrusting into her—
His hand came down sharply on her ass. “Come.”
Mila’s head snapped back as white-hot pleasure fired through her shuddering body, trapping a scream in her throat and making her eyes go blind. He snarled as her pussy clamped down on his thrusting, swelling cock.
While she was caught up in her orgasm, Dominic withdrew his cock and sank the thick head into her ass, groaning at how hot and tight she was. Her body briefly resisted the invasion, but then he smoothly and slowly buried himself balls-deep. “Fuck.”
“Move, move, move.” Because Mila couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t come again before he was done. Especially when her pussy still tingled from her orgasm. Gripping her hips, he pumped his cock into her ass. Deep. Fast. Hard enough to feel good but not hard enough to hurt.
Soon, he upped his pace. And it started to happen again. Tension built low in her stomach, hot and wicked. Her thighs shook. Her pussy quaked. Her sensitized skin prickled.
Sensing she was close to coming again, Dominic gentled his thrusts a little. “Tell me. Say it, Mila. Say it and I’ll make you come.”
She licked her lips. “I love you.”
Satisfaction settled over him. “And I love you, baby.” He fucked her harder, faster. “More than anything.” He shoved two fingers into her pussy and smacked her ass hard. Her orgasm rippled along their bond just as it swept her under. “That’s it, Mila, come for me.”
Her pleasure spiked down their bond, heightening his own. His orgasm tightened his balls and shot out of his cock. Snarling her name, he slammed deep as he pumped rope after rope of hot come inside her.
All hollowed out, she slumped over the chair, trembling and breathing hard.
Panting, he pressed kisses along the back of her shoulder, gentling her. “Time for that shower.” It did his ego some good that she remained half-dazed throughout the short but thorough shower. When they slipped in bed, he pulled her flush against him. “You good?”
“Hmmm.” Mila smiled as his hooded eyes glimmered with sheer male satisfaction when they dropped to her claiming mark. The sight of it always put that smug look on his face. His possessiveness of her hadn’t eased even one iota over the years. He and his wolf were as territorial now as they were when they first claimed her.
Feeling his cock, hard and insistent, press against her, Mila smiled again. “I wonder if you’ll ever lose that quick recovery time.” She sure hoped not.
Mouth curving, he rolled her onto her back. “It’s a gift.” He licked and nipped his way down her body, relishing every moan and lazy sigh. He had a pussy to eat. As he kissed her belly, where his kids had once grown, he said, “I want more.”
“Huh?”
“I want more babies with you. But not twins again. I only want you carrying one at a time. Got it?”
She snickered. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Positioning himself between her thighs, he used his thumbs to part her folds. “Such a pretty view.”
When he just kept on staring, she lifted a brow. “Can you get on with things, please?”
“That would be rude. Your pussy’s talking to me.”
She frowned. “What?”
“It’s saying . . .” Moving her folds as if they were lips, he added, “Dominic, oh mighty sex god, would you please lick me.”
She laughed. “You are so fucking whacked.”
“But you love me.”
“Yeah, I love you.” And when his mouth sent her tumbling into another climax mere minutes later, she thought she loved him even more.
Settling at her side once again, he pulled her close. “Sleep, Mila.”
She would have done exactly that, but then a thought occurred to her. “Shit. Forgot to brush my teeth. I’ll be back.”
“Could you just do one thing first?” he asked as she stood. “I just need you to get down on your knees and smile like a doughnut. Hey, don’t walk off. It was a simple request.”