Moon Touched (Zodiac Wolves: The Lost Pack #1)(60)
He slid the hand up my back and wrapped my hair around his hands. I closed my eyes, trying to think past the need, but it was no use. He tugged slightly, and I whimpered at how good it felt. I wanted him to use me, own me, defile me. Anything, as long as he did it now.
He pushed his cock into me roughly, no gentleness this time, and leaned over my back. “We’re going to be here all night,” he growled in my ear. “Fucking until the sun rises. I’m going to have you every way, every position. This is what you signed up for when you asked for my help, Ayla.”
I shuddered at the way he said my name, which sent another bolt of desire through me. He thrust into me hard, as if to prove his point, and pulled my hair so that my neck was exposed. The first time we fucked he hadn’t touched me outside of his hands on my hips and his dick inside of me, but now that had changed. His resolve had crumbled, and now the flood gates had been opened.
He draped himself over me, pressing our bodies flush together. His breath was hot on my neck as he thrust into me, hard enough to send me forward a bit. I braced myself better on the arm of the sofa and pushed back against him. His hand slid from my waist to my front, gliding across my stomach before dipping lower, parting the lips of my sex.
His fingers found my clit, and I threw my head back, fully baring my throat to him. He bit into the juncture between shoulder and neck as he continued pounding into me brutally from behind, each slap of flesh against flesh sending a shockwave of movement through me. Pain and pleasure mixed, and then his tongue laved at the area, bringing an entirely new kind of sensation into the mix.
“Not thinking of your Leo mate now, are you?” he purred into my ear, and I shuddered, back arching as another teeth-achingly good orgasm rolled over me. Jordan was the absolute last thing on my mind. I was only aware that Kaden was here now, taking care of me in the best way possible.
My arms and legs gave out, and Kaden kept me propped up and thrust into me over and over again through my orgasm, a low noise that sounded almost like a growl building in his throat. The new angle pounded into my g-spot with every thrust, and my body came alive again, chasing that desire like there was no tomorrow. I came again on his cock, not moments later, and I screamed. It felt as if my flesh was melting off my bones. This much desire shouldn’t have been possible.
He let my hips go and I slumped on the couch, unable to comprehend anything except that my thighs were shaking. When he nudged at me with his knee, I turned onto my side. His eyes looked down at me, hungry, angry, hot.
I opened my mouth to ask him something, but again, another wave of desire rolled over me, and this time, I didn’t even bother holding back my groan. I reached for him, and he let me pull him close, wrap my hands around his dick. He stiffened against me, eyes flaring wide, and I climbed on top of him and slid his cock inside of me, and then I was lost to the world. I rode him like an animal, bucking and moaning, taking my pleasure from him, while he looked up at me. He gripped my breasts and squeezed, while his eyes carried a fire inside of them that let me know the need wasn't one-sided. Then I came all over him, milking his cock with my pussy as I bounced up and down and yelled his name.
Every time I thought that the heat would clear and we’d have a few moments to rest, another wave would overtake me, and Kaden would fuck me again, finding new positions each time. At some point, we moved to the floor and he fucked me from the back, front, side, and everything in between. His heavy weight was reassuring on top of me, harsh pants punctuating each rough thrust. Every time I looked up and my eyes said, more, he complied. Even when we took a short break to get some water from the kitchen, he ended up bending me over the counter and thrusting into me from behind, while fingering my back entrance, sending a whole new level of pleasure through me. On our way back to the couch he picked me up and plunged his cock inside of me again, lifting me so we were clinging to each other as he claimed me.
It was incredible, rough, and wild. We fucked like animals, overcome by our basest instincts, unable to stop ourselves. I had no doubt we'd be ridiculously sore in the morning, but that didn't stop us. I knew I’d have vivid memories of this night for years to come, but all I could do was live in the moment, drowning in Kaden’s eyes and body as he took me again and again, always ready for another round, always willing to bring me to orgasm. And each time the need for each other only returned.
It seemed to go on forever, until finally, finally, the moon set and the faint traces of predawn began to appear in the sky. I rolled off of Kaden and fell to the floor, so bone-deep tired that I didn’t think I could move for hours. I knew we’d have to eventually get up—we were still in the living room where anyone could walk in on us, but right now all I wanted to do was sleep.
My body felt sore, but in the best way, and it took several minutes for me to realize what we’d done. I’d just spent the entire night having hot, wild sex with Kaden, and I’d enjoyed it. A lot. He had too if the number of orgasms we’d shared was anything to go by.
Kaden picked me up and carried me to my room, kicking open the door. I wondered how he still had the strength to walk, let alone carry me too, as he set me on the bed. I looked up at him with a tentative smile, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. His face was hard again, his eyes shuttered. Something sank in my stomach. So this was how it would be.
He'd only fucked me out of duty, and now that the all-consuming lust had left us, he didn't want me anymore. He'd made it very clear the sex was only for one night because I would literally die otherwise. And during all that sex, he hadn't kissed me, not even once.