Stolen and Forgiven (Branded Packs #1)(53)

He’d waited so long to claim her. Now he would never have enough of her.

Never.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her claws digging into the skin of his back. Soren gave a rough growl. His wolf prowled close to the surface, even as his human body quivered with the need to slam his cock into her. He wanted it rough and raw, claiming her in the most primitive way possible.

Only the fierce reminder that she was a cat, not a wolf, curbed his instinct.

His tiger might occasionally enjoy a hard pounding that led to a swift climax, but she preferred to play.

Locking their gazes, he pressed the head of his cock against her clit, rubbing it through her gathering cream. Her breath caught, her cheeks flushing as she scored her claws down his back.

“Tease,” she husked, her eyes shimmering with emerald pleasure.

He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Christ...I’ve missed you, Cora.”

Her eyes darkened with remembered pain. “Don’t.”

“Accept us, Cora,” he warned. “I have.”

“You...”

Her words came to a sharp end as his cock hit her entrance and his tip slid just inside her. The heat of her moist body enfolded his crown.

His breath hissed between his clenched teeth. Shit. He was on the edge of an orgasm, and he hadn’t even gotten fully inside of her.

Beneath him, Cora released a shaky breath. “Soren, please.”

“This time we take it slow,” he murmured. “Next time, my wolf gets to choose his way.”

“I never said there would be a next time...oh, hell…”

She arched her back, urging him deeper. Soren pressed forward, giving her another inch.

The air heated, thick with the musk of their mutual arousal.

This morning was about connecting skin to skin, their mutual passions binding them together despite Cora’s determination to keep him at a distance.

He tangled his fingers in her glorious hair, lowering his head to kiss her with stark hunger, even as he tilted his hips and surged forward.

Buried deeply inside of her, he held perfectly still, silently absorbing the pleasure that sizzled through him.

“This is what I dreamed of,” he buried his face in the silken curls that spread across the blanket, imprinting her scent on the very fiber of his being. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pulled out to the very tip before thrusting deep, over and over. “You. And me. Together.”

“Soren,” she moaned. “Stop talking.”

He chuckled, continuing to plunge into her heat as the pressure of his looming orgasm swelled with alarming speed. Dammit. He’d genuinely intended to make this last the entire night. Or at least a few hours.

But he’d seriously underestimated the force of his need.

Lost in the sensations that were thundering through him, Soren unconsciously sank his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, holding her in place as her warm * clasped his cock, urging him to a savage pace.

She groaned, arching beneath him as her entire body clenched with pleasure. Still, he continued with his ruthless rhythm, waiting until he heard her strangled gasp of completion before he gave in to his own explosive climax.

Groaning, he pumped his seed deep into her womb, slowing his thrusts to a sated pace. Cora ran her hands up and down his back, petting him as his wolf growled in satisfaction.

Yes.

This was what he’d needed.

What he’d longed for since he’d been forced to turn his back on this female.

Raising his head, he studied Cora’s flushed features with utter contentment.





Chapter 5


Cora snuggled next to Soren, stunned by the shattering pleasure that continued to quake through her.

Good. God.

Sex with Soren had always been fantastic. But this had been…cataclysmic.

They’d never made love with their animals so close to the surface before. It’d intensified each touch, each kiss, until she’d felt as if she were shimmering with an incandescent ecstasy.

Lying on his side, Soren used the tip of his finger to absently trace the tattoo of a pouncing cat on her forearm.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured.

I’m not the same chatterbox I used to be,” she said, not about to admit that she was trying to recover from the spectacular orgasm that had turned her brain to mush.

His ego was quite big enough, thank you very much.

His brows drew together as he gazed down at her. “I hope that’s not true.”

“Why?”

“I liked your chattering,” he said, his fingers lingering on the rough brand that marred her skin beneath the tattoo. A tangible reminder that they lived at the mercy of the humans. “And how you would eat an entire bowl of dough before I could bake a single cookie. And your habit of flitting around the room straightening my messes.”

She gave a snort, sternly refusing to admit how fiercely touched she was that he’d remembered so much about their time together.

“Liar. You complained I was OCD.”

“Princess, I adored everything about you.” Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Your beauty. Your intelligence. Your frisky love for play.” He moved to nibble at the corner of her mouth. “Even your stubborn independence.”

“Smooth-talker,” she murmured, her hands lifting to stroke over the sculpted planes of his chest. His skin felt like warm satin beneath her palms. Delicious. “You’re just trying to get into my pants.”