skin, stroking her cheeks, the hollows of her clavicle. He teased her nipples to hard points, caressing each rib, the soft skin of her belly, until her breath came in pants and he dipped lower, circling the swollen pearl at her center. “I’m going to play with this sweet pussy until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Y-yes.” She rubbed against him, her legs spreading wider to accommodate his hand.
“Tell me again you like my hands on you.”
“P-please.”
“Say it.” He pinched her clit. “Your body always tells me the truth, but I need to hear it from those lips.” Especially after tonight.
She moaned, fingernails digging into his skin.
He thrust a finger into her warm, slick heat. “Tell me.”
“Yes. I-I want.” She arched deeper into his touch.
Triumph surged through him. Her words were just as sweet as expected. “That’s my wild thing.”
With a soft moan, she rode his hand, her hips rising in time with his strokes, her nipples tight and hard and thrusting toward him, tits bouncing, a look of intense pleasure-pain gripping her features.
So gorgeous he could barely breathe.
The warmth of her skin, pure softness. The give beneath his touch, heady. His heart slammed in his chest, his cock hard as stone.
The slickness between her thighs coated his fingers, easing his way as he pushed inside and claimed her for his own. The scent of her filling his nostrils, making him crazed, as she cried out and arched deeper into his touch.
Even without his ropes, he’d never been so tied to another person.
Her hand slid beneath his covering and wrapped around his dick.
He shuddered, pushing deeper into her hold.
“If you put inside me, will hurt?”
He stilled. “Did it always hurt you before?”
She looked away. “Yes.”
He seized her chin, drew her back to face him. “It won’t hurt, wild thing.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “I’ll make damn sure, but…” he cleared his throat. “We need to wait. I—I don’t have any way to protect you from pregnancy. We’ll need to return to the settlement for that.”
He expected her to frown. She smile instead. “We don’t need to wait. I make pack paste. Pack females take to control young numbers. It work well.”
Another wonder. “That’s amazing. The females back at the settlement will be excited to hear it.”
“I show you first.” Her expression turned coy. “After I show you what else I know.” She dragged her fist up the length of him.
“That feels good.” His voice was an embarrassing guttural rasp.
“We a team.”
“We are. So, rub up against me, beautiful. Right where you need it most.” Sliding his hands to her ass, he tilted her forward, dragging her slick pussy along the hard steel of his cock. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Trust me.”
“I do.”
Their eyes locked, every atom reaching for one another as the fire inside flared into a raging inferno.
He could barely believe he’d once sought her death. He no longer saw the shapeless, pelt-covered mass that had betrayed him and torn Melody and Hope from their mother. Now, he saw a female who’d suffered like his sister, but found a way to endure and survive. A fighter who looked delicate enough to snap in two but refused to break. An innocent who didn’t even know what pleasure was but came alive under his touch, greedy and desperate for more. A brave spirit who roused every ounce of dark desire and protectiveness in his blood and left him with zero detachment.
Every part of her was precious to him.
He would not allow anything to happen to her.
The very thought terrified him as nothing had in a long time.
Nayla shook as Grif gripped her tighter, his hold suddenly so strong she could barely breathe.
“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice was a near growl. He almost sounded lost.
“Nowhere else I want to be.” Thinking was hard. Logic had fled. All that was left was a pulsing ache between her thighs and the desperate need to be close to Grif in every way. It felt so good to hold him in her hands, and the way he touched her…it was a revelation each time.
She pressed her hand to his chest, the heat of his skin searing her palm, the beat of his heart beneath her hand acting as an anchor.
She did not know if she could become a part of his world as he hoped, but she would continue to try. For him. For what was growing between them.
“C-come inside me. I want be even closer.” How had