Blind Wolf (A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance #1)(29)

"I know you want me," he said, pulling the fabric tight as he stroked her. She moaned, rocking back against his hand. "I can feel every bit of your want."

"Please," she said. She wriggled in his grasp, hoping for more contact. Before she could speak Damien's other hand was stroking her slit. His fingers slid inside her easily under her panties, the heat of his hand driving her wild. Then he pulled back.

"No!" Julia said, the word coming out of her mouth before she could even think about it. "Don't stop." Turning her head, she could just see his eyes twinkling with pleasure.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Please," she cried, her words a gasp in the cool morning air.

Damien caressed her ass, his palm smooth over her skin. She moaned in anticipation as his fingers traced the outside of her, and then he squeezed her, hard. She cried out, bucking against him, and he traced the outline of his hand where her skin was just beginning to flush.

His fingers slipped into her and her heart began to race, the electric thrills of sensation running along her spine. She rocked forward, gasping as Damien thrust his fingers roughly into her. She could feel his erection pressing against her side through his pants, and she leaned close to rub against him. He breathed hard but did not stop, letting her stroke him through the fabric as he continued.

Again, again he slid his fingers across her at the core of her body, penetrating her just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. Her heart was beating in her ears and she felt completely out of control. Her body was rebelling against her head, telling her that this was all she needed. She was there, almost there, on the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of her moans echoed in the woods, and her breathing was ragged against the air. Then he stopped, and she groaned in unfinished agony.

"Beg for it."

She turned her head but he pulled her hair back by the ponytail, exposing her neck. He leaned close to her, his breath hot on her ear. She shook with desire.

"I want you to beg for it," he said.

Julia had never felt so turned on, so dominated. She clung to his arms even as he pulled her hair back farther, the thrilling pain coupling with her intense, unsatisfied lust. Whenever his movements got close to satisfying her, he would pull away slightly. She realized that he was reading her, tantalizing her until she almost had reached the edge.

"Please," she whispered.

"Are you mine?" he asked.

"Yes!" Julia cried out. "Oh, yes!"

Damien released her hair, and she felt his hand circling her ass. "How do you want me to take you?" he said

"Take me hard, please, please," Julia said. She was hoarse with desire, her want overtaking any sense she ever had. "I need you. I need you now. Inside of me. Please—"

Without warning, Damien rolled over and threw her to the ground. Julia caught herself on the pine needles, but Damien was already pulling her up roughly by her hips. He caressed her ass slowly, softly. Julia whimpered.

Julia felt an animal lust course through her. On her hands and knees, dripping wet between her thighs like a wolf in heat, she had the irrational desire to turn her head up and howl. Nobody had ever made her feel so wild, so careless.

It was the way he held her, possessing her exactly how he wanted, doing whatever he wanted to her. That was the difference. Damien had complete control over her, and she found that she didn't mind one bit. She had always been intimidated by men, but with Damien his desire was so honest that she did not feel self-conscious in the slightest bit. She could tell he wanted her so utterly and completely, not caring what she might think of his desire, and it made her want him even more.

Damien was positioned behind her, pulling her thighs apart with his big strong hands. Julia gasped as she felt his tongue licking her slit from behind, probing her. His lips sucked her skin, already slick with her sweat and juices, and she twitched, her body grinding itself backwards to meet him.

"What was that you wanted, again?" he asked, his breath held just above her wet slit. Julia gasped to inhale. She could hear Damien's zipper coming undone and it nearly undid her. Then his erection was pressed between her thighs, swollen and hot against her skin, and she groaned.

"Please take me," she said. "Take me. Oh please, please—"

One sharp thrust, and Julia felt herself filled with his huge member. Her body tried to clench down but he was too big, he filled her entirely. The thrust came through her, and suddenly she was there with him in a whirlwind of ecstasy. She could feel his own emotion, the hot friction of her body on his, the rising ache that built and built and swept them both up in it. She could feel, too, the connection that pulled them together. It was as real as if there had been a chain around both of their hearts. Locked together, feeling the same emotion, they became part of each other.

Mate. She finally understood the word. He was the one who fit into her. The one who completed her, body and mind.

Fingers slid through her hair, massaging her scalp, then pulled her head back. Her body was lifted from the ground, her neck exposed, and her heart was beating in her ears. Damien clutched her hip with his free hand and she clenched, released, and felt him push even farther into her.

"Oh yes, yes..." she moaned, feeling him shift himself between her thighs.

One large hand moved and gripped her throat. She felt her breath being pressed from her body as he worked his c*ck deeper into her. She was being held up by the throat and the feeling was so strange, so novel that her mind tumbled over itself, each new sensation thrilling her more than the last. He had her life in his hands and she trusted him, oh, she trusted him, even though he made her ache with lust. There was nothing she wanted more than to do what he wanted her to do. And she knew that he could feel every tingle, every gasp of hers as surely as if it were his, and he plucked her strings with expert passion.