Derren licked along her throat and swirled his tongue around her pulse. “I want to see my cock in you. Want to watch it moving in and out. Taking you.” Finally.
She wanted the same. No, she craved it. And that was the problem. Ally wanted him with a desperation that was unlike anything she’d ever felt for another guy. That spooked her, especially since her wolf’s hunger for him was just as intense. Add in that Cain would go ballistic that his friend, who thought of her as a little sister, had “used her” and . . . “It’s not a good idea,” Ally whispered, her eyes still closed.
Derren nipped her pulse. “No, it’s an amazing fucking idea.”
“But Cain—”
He bit her bottom lip hard. “This is about you and me, Ally. No one else. Look at me.” Finally, she opened her eyes. “Just us. Got me?”
The intensity and heat in his eyes trapped her, demanded what he wanted. Could she just forget everyone else, forget all the reasons why she shouldn’t do this? Maybe, maybe not. But she damn well wanted to. “One night.” That was all she would allow herself.
“One night,” Derren agreed. He gripped her chin, warning her, “But don’t think I’ll only have you once tonight.” He took her mouth again, needing her taste, needing every single response she had to give.
Ally hissed as the tips of his claws dug into her hip through her shorts. Their clothes were quickly removed as they feasted on each other’s mouths—licking, sucking, biting, and giving no reprieve. He kept her so flush against him, it was almost hard to breathe. His hands were firm, purposeful, and possessive as they roved and clutched her hard enough to bruise.
She raked her claws down his solid abs, feeling the urge to trace the dips and hollows with her tongue. She felt hot, restless, and empty. Flames of need were licking over her, building the tension. A hand fisted in her hair and arched her body so he could suck a nipple into his mouth; every tug was so hard it was painful. There was an urgency to his every movement, as if he’d waited too long for this. They were out of control, and she knew it.
Ally drew back, trying to gain some balance. “Wait—” He didn’t; he snarled and took her mouth again—this time harder, rougher, and more insistently. With one swift move, he had her flat on her back on the oak floor, his powerful body covering her. Not at all gentle, he shoved his finger inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Derren thrust another finger inside her, groaning. It was going to be a tight fit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, scissoring them, stretching her. When her * began to tighten around them, he knew she was about to come. “That’s it, baby. Come. Give me what I want.” He curled his tongue around her nipple and suckled hard. Moments later, she cried out as she came.
Shit, he wanted to taste her, but he didn’t have the control to hold back any longer. “I need to be in you.” Needed it so badly he practically shook with it. Gripping her wrists, he pinned her hands above her head. “Look at me.” The second her eyes met his, he slammed into her. He groaned as her * clamped around him. Tight. Slick. Hot. Perfect. He watched where their bodies were joined as he withdrew from her * before then driving himself balls deep inside her. “I like seeing my cock in you.”
Ally struggled against his restraining hands as he frantically pounded in and out of her. But even as both she and her wolf balked at being dominated that way, Ally was curling her legs around his hips and arching into his fevered thrusts. “Let go of my hands,” she snarled.
His upper lip curled, and his grip on her wrists tightened. “No.”
“Now, Derren.” Instead, he upped his pace. She snapped her teeth, grazing his chin. “I said let go.” He didn’t.
As Ally kicked at him, cursing and growling, Derren found that he didn’t mind the challenge, didn’t mind if she fought his dominance. “No. You like me pinning you down.” It was a taunt that made her growl. “And you like me fucking you hard, don’t you, baby? You like having my cock in you.”
As his mouth clamped around her pulse and sucked hard enough to mark, she growled, “Don’t you dare brand me!” The bastard bit her. Worse, his teeth didn’t release her as he hammered into her. But the fight left Ally as her orgasm barreled into her with such force that she thought she’d black out.
As she screamed, and her * rippled around his cock, Derren cursed against her neck. Driving his cock as deep as he could go, he exploded inside her. Filled her. And a deep sense of masculine satisfaction settled into both Derren and his wolf.
For long moments, neither he nor Ally spoke. It was Ally who broke the silence. “You bit me.” And her wolf liked it, the traitor.
“So I did.” He started to withdraw . . . but Derren found he couldn’t leave her body yet. He smoothly plunged back inside with a groan. “Again.”