King Cave (Forever Evermore, #2)(38)
My wolf snarled furiously as I tried jerking out from under him, but Ezra pressed unbreakably, his searing chest to my delicate back and his bite drawing more blood.
He thrust his hips forward.
Or he tried to anyway.
Both of us halted, my wolf taking pause at this new development.
Ezra kept the pressure on me, but his teeth instantly left my shoulder. He rested his forehead against the back of my head and groaned as he drove his hips forward with more pressure. But without the anticipated outcome. “Fuck.” He exhaled harshly, his knees knocking my own further apart, before he pressed, sliding inside…maybe an inch. “Christ, you’re tight.”
He continued his determined drive, but it f*cking hurt. My wolf backed away long enough for me to mumble brokenly, “Too big, Ezra. You’re too f*cking big.” My claws dug into the mattress as pain rocketed through my needing flesh.
“Hush,” he panted, pulling back the barest bit before pressing again, advancing farther this time and stretching my channel to its max. Sounding like his teeth were clenched, he asked, “Are you back with me?”
“My wolf’s still here,” I gasped through the pressure as he retreated, and then thrust harder. “Waiting.”
A guttural groan vibrated against my back, the sound making me even wetter, and he plunged savagely. My breath faltered. His free hand slipped under me, cupping one of my breasts. He squeezed fiercely, and I felt my wolf recede a bit more. “Ezra…”
He licked across my shoulder, his breathing heavy against my ear before lifting so quickly a breeze blew against my back. Both of his hands were on my hips, and he withdrew so that just the head of his immense cock was left inside me, only to thrust so viciously, his cock slid all the way home. My scream was his name as I was filled completely with him, hearing my own name on his shout.
Breathing raggedly, I whimpered, my claws still digging into the cover and mattress.
Ezra groaned, “Little wolf?”
My wolf huffed, the sound short and ticked.
Ezra’s laughter was pure superiority. “Hang on while I take you for a ride.” His hips retreated, then drove flush against me, his victorious mirth altering to a covetous groan.
My moans joined his, the friction of his thrusts unbelievable. I tilted my hips so the head of his cock slid past my cervix, pressing inside me even further. Pure, carnal decadence had my eyes closing on a gasping cry.
His voice gruff, he rumbled, “Fucking shit, you feel so damn perfect.”
“Harder,” I demanded, bracing my hands against the wall. “Fuck me, Ezra.”
“With pleasure, sweetheart,” he purred on a groan. His Vampire growled as his steady, driving thrusts became more a pounding rhythm, and the sounds of our skin slapping against each other joined our cries of pleasure. “Harder?”
“As hard as you can do it,” I snarled, my wolf taking voice.
“I love your wolf,” he muttered breathlessly, gripping my hips with bruising force. He slammed his cock into me, and the impact made me light-headed as frenzied desire whipped out from my gut to my limbs, only my Shifter strength keeping me from shoving forward. Softly, he groaned, “Tell me if this is too much, sweetheart.”
That was his only warning before he was hammering into me, driving me between the point of pleasure and pain as he thrust his f*cking enormous cock into me. His name on my lips, I cried out my fulfilled craving. “Ezra…Ezra…Ezra…Ezra,” I shouted, throwing my head back when he reached under me, two of his fingers sliding on either side of my clit, pinching and rubbing back and forth. My channel clenched even further, my breath choking in my tightening throat with the exquisite ache that was building like a volcanic explosion.
His cock pistoning inside me, Ezra ordered roughly, “Have it, sweetheart.”
Whimpering, I began undulating my hips against his fingers.
He shouted deeply, pleasure searing his tone. His fingers pressed firmly, working faster.
Jolting, I screamed his name. White-hot flames leapt from my core, spreading like wildfire to my limbs and mind. A sensual haze enveloped me as I shuddered under him, my channel’s pulsing muscles grabbing his cock tight. Drowning in a sensual haze, I could only convulse under him as he drove in and out of me relentlessly.
“Sweetheart,” Ezra growled an extended groan that echoed inside the mist shrouding my bliss, and my wolf left me completely. My body relaxed under him, my muscles turning limp from my mind-blowing orgasm, but my vision spun as he pulled out and suddenly flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs and thrust his cock deeply into me, making me gasp at the overfull filling. “Is your wolf gone?”
I nodded lazily, my glowing eyes sluggishly blinking open.
“Mmm,” he purred, leisurely withdrawing. Only to plunge brutally. My eyes flew open at the rough intimacy while our power twirled around us, brushing against our flesh in intimate caresses. His wide lips lifted at the corners, his own flared eyes directly on mine and holding my gaze quietly. He gradually lowered over me, the muscles in his broad shoulders and pecs rippling at the sensual action, and pressed a bit of his weight, his body heat, onto me. Leaning on his elbows on either side of my head, his lips hovered over mine. “Kiss me.”
I hummed in sated contentment and gently grabbed his angular jaw, pulling his face to mine. Touching my lips to his, I kissed him softly as his plunges altered to a measured glide. Running my knees up his sides, I hooked my legs over his waist and lifted to meet his thrusts, the head of his cock rubbing deliciously deep within. His groan tantalized my lips as he tilted his head, and he fisted handfuls of my hair as his tongue invaded my mouth, sliding against mine. We both sighed at the dual contact, our tongues tangling with one another’s while his cock slid in and out of my sensitive channel.