decided. The last few rhythmic clenches around his dick was damned fantastic—and required a tight grip on his control to keep from taking her forcefully.
Instead, he sat back onto his feet and pulled her with him so her back remained against his chest. Now, not having to support himself, he could use both hands on her.
Cupping her left breast with one hand, he felt how her heart still pounded. Her knees were widely parted, outside of his, and his cock impaled her nicely, further anchoring her in place.
When she looked over her shoulder at him, he curled his other hand around her throat—enforcing the vulnerable wolf position—and kissed her.
Her soft mouth opened to his tongue. Fuck, he loved kissing her.
When he lifted his head, she squirmed on his dick and frowned. “You’re…you’re still hard. You didn’t come. Don’t you want to?”
She was delightful.
“Oh, we’re not finished. After you come for me again, I’ll indulge myself.”
“B-but it takes a while before my need will rise again.”
What in Herne’s hairy balls was wrong with her previous mates? He rubbed his cheek against hers. “It won’t take long this time, little wolf.”
Rather than explaining, he started to caress her. Her lovely responsive breasts were already swollen and sensitive from his teasing before.
Her gasp told him precisely how sensitive.
Smiling as she began to wiggle, he bit down on the big muscle between her shoulder and neck. Another way to pin her in place while he learned her body. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. He pinched. He tugged. And he watched how her muscles tensed. How her breathing changed with each action.
When her cunt tightened around him, he slid his hand down to cup her pussy.
The way she jumped—and widened her legs farther apart—made him grin.
Gently, he traced circles around the sensitive ball of nerves, took a moment to rub the tightly stretched flesh around his cock, and returned.
Almost too quickly, her breathing sped up, and he could feel her temperature rise, her skin heat.
He pressed against her clit more firmly as he tilted his cock to hit a new area, and suddenly he was holding a very squirmy female.
“Tynan,” she demanded, wiggling more, setting off all sorts of sensations.
“Now we will play again,” he whispered in her ear and leaned forward, dropping her back onto her hands. Staying inside her the entire time, going nicely deep.
A tremor ran through her, and her fingers curled into the cushions.
He braced himself with an arm on the floor, ran his free hand over her tightly peaked nipples, and down to her clit.
“Now, this is wolf fun,” he growled in her ear, pulled almost out, then drove deep.
Her head came up, and she gasped.
Slowly, he pulled back and slammed in again. Opening his hand, he kept one finger rubbing her clit while using his palm on her pelvis to yank her back on his dick.
Feck, she feels good.
She dropped to her elbows, moaning in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Her core tightened around him, her muscles tensing, her breathing almost coming to a halt.
He rolled his hips to give her a change of pace and continued with hard, driving thrusts.
With high-pitched yips, she came, the rolling, clenching of her cunt pulling at him.
Now. With a groan, he let go of his own control, pounding in, long and hard. The tingling ache moved past the base of his spine as the pressure and pleasure grew. Heat rushed through his cock in surge after irresistible surge as he released his seed.
She was still spasming around him as he recovered his senses and kissed her nape. With one hand around her waist, the other on her breast, he toppled them both over onto the cushions.
Soft, giving female. No, more than that—his Meggie. Meggie mine.
On his side, he was still intimately deep within her. And with a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped her arms over his, holding him tightly, keeping him wrapped around her.
There was nowhere in the entire universe he’d rather be.
Some time later, Margery pulled in a slow, contented breath. For a long, wonderful while, Tynan had held her against him, then turned her and pulled her on top of him and cuddled her some more.
She could happily stay here forever.
Sure, she’d never come so hard in all her life. But…it was more than that. After mating, her emotions usually felt storm-tossed, and the males always wanted to be done and move on.
Tynan hadn’t. He’d pulled her to him, kept her in his arms, nuzzled her hair, stroked her back,