it inside me. Every part of me jerked to life in response, my body jolting, every muscle tensing sharply before releasing as I turned into a vat of goo in the water.
My hair flopped over my head, trailing on the surface, my elbows dug into the soft sandy shore, and I just planted myself there, not about to lose out on this moment.
This, the first time Ethan savored me.
And this was savoring.
He ate me out like I was the first meal from Popeye’s after a diet.
He took me higher than I’d ever been before with just how fucking satisfied he sounded. He hummed and groaned, and I knew, from the slight slap of the water, that he was jerking off.
If that didn’t annihilate me, I wasn’t sure what could.
Just thinking of me bringing this powerful man pleasure by the taste of me?
Undeniably incredible.
I shuddered again when he sucked down on my clit, then yelped when he took the padded labia beside my slit and nipped it. My hips bucked, butt dancing to evade his mouth, but he got me good.
Before I could even mewl out a complaint, he covered me. His chest sliding against my back with the water’s aid, his face settling into the crook of my neck.
I felt his breath there, rumbling against my cheek, and I just knew his wolf was close to the surface. Especially when his tongue darted out to flutter over my earlobe, which he proceeded to nip.
Tingles shot throughout my body, making me feel like I’d stuck my finger in a socket—who knew that could feel good? And no, kids, don’t try this at home—and I moaned when he rocked his hips and his dick landed between my ass cheeks.
In my ear, he whispered, “I love you, mate.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “I love you.” Kali Sara, how I meant it.
His hand slipped over my waist, down between my thighs, and I felt him reach for his cock that way, his knuckles brushing my pussy.
Eyes fluttering shut, I waited for him to find his place, but he surprised me.
He didn’t just thrust in, no. He raised his arms, slipping first one then the other down mine, until our fingers were bridged in the lapping shore.
Then, and only then, did he slide home.
And he didn’t fuck me.
Proving that even if his beast was tugging at his control, Ethan mastered it…
Because like he’d tasted me, he savored this moment.
He took a lifetime, rocking inside me, making me feel every inch of him, letting him explore every inch of me. And all the while, the world lazily spun on around us.
The twilight was hushed, the water lapped at our skin, the tumble of the fall rasped along my eardrums while his breath did the same thing.
His fingers tightened around mine, holding me in place, even as he kept me safe, sheltered and secure in his hold.
I hated that I couldn’t see his eyes, but I loved that I could hear his breathing.
The rasping groans, the low grunts, the swift inhales, and the sharp exhalations.
I loved that I could hear him getting to that moment when, out of nowhere, something changed.
It went from being lazy and somnolent, to a claiming.
He moved faster, and the growl that escaped him had me slumping in his hold. My she-wolf had no desire to fight. He’d screwed that right out of me. She just wanted what I did—him.
I moaned as he started to move faster, no longer content to just be languid with how he took me. And I could hear his heartbeat, could feel his breath changing, and knew my body was going through a similar transformation.
I shuddered at the thought as my skin grew hypersensitive, and a keening cry escaped me when he bit my shoulder. Hard. Harder than he’d bit my labia, and I exploded.
It hit me out of nowhere.
I’d never known I needed the sharp sting of pain to make the pleasure come, to make it arrive like a freight train that was derailing, but Kali Sara, when it hit, it hit good.
I felt like I was imploding, decimated into a thousand shards of glittering light that was only kept together by this man’s glue.
He held me through it, and it didn’t surprise me that only when he knew I’d got mine, when he knew I was satisfied, did he let go.
Of course, by now, I was used to the knot, used to the pleasure that came with it, but my hands struggled in his hold, and