“Only when you give yourself willingly is it your first time.”
I curled my left arm around his neck and he leaned forward, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
This position required more effort on his part. His hair was damp and a sheen of sweat covered him. He tasted salty when I kissed his jaw.
Time melted away into an insignificant concept. When he finally broke rhythm and sat up on his knees, Lorenzo rolled me onto my back and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was patient in helping me find comfortable positions, and not once did he make me lie facedown or even turn away from him. He held my gaze as if I might disappear if he averted his eyes. When he put a pillow beneath my hips, everything escalated from there.
His hands stroked skillfully, touching my thighs as he thrust his hips against mine. The headboard slammed against the wall and heightened my arousal, as did every sound.
Lorenzo groaned and fell forward, his eyes dark with desire. Every muscle in his arms rippled—his strong pecs and tight abs as they all moved in rhythm. I felt overpowered by this alpha who looked at me with so much intensity it was as if my body turned into a flame.
“Look at me!” he commanded in his alpha voice.
The headboard continued knocking against the wall like knuckles rapping on a door.
When I looked up, I stared at the spirit of his animal gleaming back at me through his eyes. Power dripped from his ardent gaze and a fever came over me.
Then he stopped and lowered his head, taking my nipple into his mouth. “You taste like sweet nectar on my tongue,” he said, rolling his tongue in quick circles. When he moved to the other one and sucked hard, a spike of pleasure made me hiss.
With that quiet sound of approval, Lorenzo held himself up again, thrusting into me even faster than before. The headboard slammed against the wall, caught up in a violent storm of movement, as if our bodies were clashing tides.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his eyes wandering down as if he wanted to do everything but couldn’t. “Do it.”
His eyes followed the slow movement of my hand as I smoothed my fingers over my chest and then lower. I wasn’t sure where he wanted me to touch. So when my fingers reached my navel, his hips rocked faster and his eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected that.
“Yes… There.”
My fingers sought the place where our bodies were joined, feeling the immense power and rhythm. Then I was lost. That tightly wound coil within me began to spring loose and I gripped the sheets, my breath quickening, my muscles clenching…
When I reached orgasm, it was whisper quiet. Just a sharp gasp and I covered my face with my arms, my mouth agape. It moved through me like white-hot lightning.
Nothing like the tumultuous sounds I’d heard in my pack growing up or while living within the Weston pack.
Or Lorenzo. When he reached climax, he lifted his head up like a wolf howling and released a thunderous shout.
I reached up and covered his mouth, quickly embarrassed by the boisterous noise. What must his pack be thinking? He sucked on my fingers and continued rocking against me until I loosened my grip, feeling another quake of pleasure move through me. When I made a small gasp and arched my back, Lorenzo roared again.
I tried to muffle his shouts with my hand but he tilted his head away, laughing this time. “You will not silence me, sweet Ivy. We are like a storm, you and I. Thunder and lightning.”
“Thunder Wolf, indeed,” I said with a short laugh.
Lorenzo howled and I yanked his neck so hard he collapsed on top of me. Our lips met in a molten kiss, and a few distant laughs erupted within the house along with a whistle. He broke away and rubbed noses with me.
“So what were your other two wishes?”
Understanding sparked in his eyes, and he shifted on his side, out of breath, swirling his finger around my naked flesh. “I seem to recall you saying something about planting those wishes in your heart and growing roots if I didn’t speak them aloud.”
“Well, that was very poetic of me. So, what were they?”
He chewed on his lip for a moment, touching the tip of my nipple. “I don’t want to say. Perhaps it’s bad luck.”
“Hmm, men only wish for three things.”
“And what is that?”
“Money, power, and sex. You got your third wish, but you already have the other two.”
Anger bled in his expression and his voice hardened. “My wish was not to bed you—not in the way that you put it.”
“You didn’t know me then. What else could it have been about?”