Beauty Sleeps (Fairytale Shifter #2)(17)

The thought makes my wolf howl, and I move up her body in one fluid motion. I’m inside her and thrusting hard before she can reach the end of her orgasm. Her * is already clenching around my cock and asking for more. I pump inside her only twice before I’m emptying myself in her tight channel. My cum leaves me quickly, wanting to breed her womb as soon as possible.

Marking her body makes my heat increase, and I keep thrusting through my orgasm, already building to another.

I sit back and grab her hips, pulling just the lower half of her body up. I pull her against me with each thrust, going as deep as I can. My teeth are still aching to mark her, so I reach back with one hand grabbing her ankle. I throw her leg over my shoulder, and turn my head to her calf, biting her there.

Gwen lets out a growl of desire as her * clenches around my cock. All of the sensations are too much, and I start cumming again. Between marking her, the smell of her * on my face, and her warmth around my cock, I can’t hold back. She follows me into paradise, both of us cumming at the same time.

I fall onto the bed and flip her so she lands on top of me as we both gasp for air.

“I had no idea it would be like this.” Her words are breathless and fill my chest with pride.

“I’ll wake you up this way every morning.” I want to give her anything she could ever want. She cuddles her face into my neck and starts to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, because I want to make sure that whatever is making her laugh, I do it more. The sound is sweet and fills me with warmth when she does it.

“You need a trim. Your beard is tickling me.”

“Why would I trim it if it makes you giggle?” I ask in confusion.

She runs her fingers through my beard, and I crane my neck to give her better access. The feeling is incredible.

“Just a little trim,” she whispers into my ear as she rubs me more. She can put me in a pink dress if she keeps touching me like this. Her voice is hypnotic and I don’t give a f*ck about anything other than what she wants. I’m already baring my neck to her.

“I want you.” I go to flip her over, but she stops me with her hands.

“Slow down. I need a shower.”

“After,” I growl, and try to turn her again, but she’s quicker than me. She darts for the bath, her ass bouncing all the way, not helping to slow my desire. I leap from the bed after her, but she’s already in the shower when I get there.

Grabbing her by the hips, not caring about the water, I lift her and pin her to the tile wall.

“Mine,” I grunt as I take her mouth in a hard kiss. I need her again.

“Okay. But it’s my turn. Put me down.” I eye her suspiciously. What if she tries to dart away again? I’ll just pin her to the floor if she tries. Reluctantly, I let her go.

“If you behave and let me get us clean, I promise I’ll take care of you. I’ll explore and eat at your body like you did mine this morning.” I just nod my head, wanting her mouth all over me. Maybe she’ll give me lots of marks like I did her. She could cover my whole body and I would wear them with pride. I watch the water run down her body in little streams, and I want to do the same with my tongue. I growl at the water, and she just giggles again as she washes her hair and body, probably thinking my lust made me groan. No, that was pure jealousy.

When she’s finished, I reach for her, but she bats my hand away, making me growl again.

“Do you ever use words instead of growls?” I can tell by her tone and smile she’s teasing me, and I just shrug my response as I hold in another growl. “That’s okay, big boy. I like the sound.” Her tone has turned husky now.

“Bend down a little for me. I want to wash your hair.” I drop to my knees in front of her, giving her all of me. If she wants to touch me, I’ll do anything she asks. Gripping her hips, I pull her towards me as she works her hands into my hair, massaging me.

I lick one of the trails of water, and she jerks back from me. I glare up at her and see her long blonde hair sticking wet to her body. I need her again.

“That’s not behaving.”

I rest my forehead against her, trying to please her while she cleans my hair. After she’s finished, she moves on to the rest of my body. She cleans me until not an inch of me hasn’t been touched.

“Now for your trim.” She flips off the water and grabs a few towels. We wipe each other off. She digs through the bathroom drawers until she finds what she wants, and she motions for me to sit on the toilet.

“Just a little trim,” she tells me again.

“Last night you said…” My words trail off because I don’t want to say it. She said she liked the way I look.

“I know what I said. And I do like the way you look,” she says as if plucking the words from my thoughts. “And that’s just it. I want to see more of my handsome mate. Just a little, I promise. I like your beard and wild hair.”

“Do anything you like to me.” Because she can. There is nothing I wouldn’t let her do to me if she asked.

She smiles at my words and starts cutting.

It takes everything in me not to touch her. I know if I start I won’t be able to stop. The heat is rising again, and with each snip of my hair, her tits bounce and sway in my face. I want to take one into my mouth and suck.

“What do you want to do today?” she asks, breaking through my thoughts of her lush breasts.