Connor tensed at the question. Did he want her to fuck Beckett? Jesus. Of course he didn’t. He wanted to rip the guy’s throat out just for talking to Hudson.
But he didn’t want her to know how much it had bothered him to see her flirting with another man. He didn’t like that it bothered him. Ever since she’d blatantly disobeyed him by bringing the wolf pup to camp, he’d been trying to keep his distance, but all he’d achieved in doing was punishing himself.
He was going crazy from not touching her, damn it.
“Do whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said, putting on a careless tone.
She continued to scrutinize him, until every inch of his skin felt itchy and exposed. “I know I can do what I want. I’m asking you what you want.”
His hands curled into fists.
She kept pushing. “What do you want, Connor?”
Just like that, the dam inside him splintered to pieces. “What do you think I want?”
He crushed their mouths together, days’ worth of frustration pouring out in the form of a hard, punishing kiss. Damn this woman for sneaking past his defenses. Damn her for insinuating herself into his life, winning over his men, making it impossible to walk around camp without thinking about her.
Rather than shy away from it, Hudson welcomed the aggressive kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, sending an electric shock up his spine. Christ, he’d never met a woman who could keep up with him, whose intensity matched his own.
For all their willing enthusiasm, even the girls he’d taken right here in this house didn’t hold a candle to Hudson in the passion department. Hudson dove headfirst into everything she did, whether it was kissing or fucking or training a goddamn wolf. She didn’t do anything halfway. Ever.
Her body was hot and supple as she rubbed against him like a needy feline. He backed her into the wall and shoved one thigh between hers, grinding his cock against her belly. The button of her pants scraped the bulge in his, creating friction that made him groan. He was aching for her. He was always aching for her.
“This is what I want.” His voice was so hoarse, it scratched his throat, and his hand trembled with need as he shoved her jeans and panties down her legs. “I want to fuck you against this wall. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
“Then do it.” She sounded far more composed than he did, but the hazy desperation swimming in her eyes belied her tone.
He moved his hand to her pussy, testing her readiness. She was already so wet, slick against his palm as he rubbed it over her. When he pushed one finger inside, she threw her head back and moaned, and Connor knew everyone in the room could hear it. But he didn’t give a shit that they had an audience. He needed her too much, and he couldn’t have stopped this any more than he could’ve stopped a tornado spiraling toward him.
He didn’t take off his pants, just eased them down low enough to free his cock. Then he teased the tip over her clit and watched her eyes glaze over and her cheeks flush.
“Get inside me,” she choked out.
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He pushed the head of his dick past her pussy lips and plunged inside with a fast thrust that made both of them groan.
Heat.
Wetness.
Sweet Jesus. Either he’d forgotten how good it was in the three days he hadn’t been with her, or – shit. No condom, he realized. Alarm bells rang in his head, ordering him to pull out, but she was so tight and so wet and it felt so good that he couldn’t do anything but slide in deeper.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled.
She did, putting herself at his mercy, handing over control. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and now he was the only thing holding her up, the only one with the power to move. One arm kept her tight to him, while his other hand braced the wall above her head as he began to fuck her. Quick, deep thrusts that had her shoulders bumping the wall and her nails digging into his neck.
He almost blacked out when her inner muscles rippled around him. “Oh yeah, there you go. Squeeze my cock, baby.”
She bore down again, and his vision wavered as pleasure shuddered through him. He quickened the pace, his body slapping hers with each deep stroke of his cock. Her breathing grew heavy, but he knew she wasn’t there yet. Goddamn it, he wanted her to be. He wanted to feel her pussy milking him as she came, hear the throaty sounds she made when she let go.
“I don’t come until you do,” he muttered into her ear, and then he changed the angle, leaning forward so that his next thrust caused his pelvis to make contact with her clit. He rotated his hips in a hard grind, and Hudson moaned loud enough to wake the dead.
“Oh God.” Her fingernails dipped beneath his collar and raked bare skin, making him grunt in pain. “Keep doing that. Please don’t stop doing that.”
Connor didn’t stop. He went faster, slamming into her at an angle until his cock was soaked from her excitement and all he could hear were her needy moans.
“Come for me,” he rumbled.
“Make me,” she gasped. “Help me.”