Page 10 of Darrin: The Wolves

He slid his hand down to tease her through her panties, the light touch making her skin riot with sensation and her chest heave.

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, then he turned and carried her to the couch, easing her onto her back as he let out another growl and pushed her dress up.

He put one knee on the couch and tucked his fingers into her panties, then slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor. He lifted her ankle and kissed just above the sandal strap. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She exhaled, her eyes going half-mast as he held her gaze and lowered himself to the floor, pushing her thighs apart to make room for his broad shoulders.

She wanted to tell him to take off his shirt. And everything else.

Because she was positive he was built like a tank in every possible way.

But then he licked a slow line up her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit in a way that made every word slip out of her mind except for one.

“Ohhhhhhhh.”

He growled, softer this time, and licked her again, his fingers digging into her thighs as he tongued her core and circled her clit, until she was writhing on the couch and gripping his shoulders.

She cried out when she came, his tongue buried in her heat, his fingers rubbing her clit. He pressed a kiss to her clit and gave it a gentle lick which made her gasp, and then he grinned up at her.

He moved onto the couch, prowling over her, and she reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zipper, and pushing them down his hips. He kissed her, then pushed his jeans down farther until his cock slipped free.

He rose over her, his eyes glowing faintly with his wolf, and then he nudged her pussy with his cock. She hooked her legs over his hips and drew him to her.

He pushed inside, his thick length slowly stretching her, filling her, until their bodies were pressed together and she felt something –something– snap into place between them.

She didn’t know what, but it felt like she was connected to him in a serious way. Like they’d been meant to meet.

He pulled out and she moaned his name.

And when he thrust in again, he said her name.

She loved how he said her name, slow and easy.

And it was the very last thing he did slow.

He snarled, the sound half-feral, and fucked her hard and fast. She grabbed his shoulders and held on, letting go into the feeling of being filled over and over.

She lifted her hips and met his thrusts, her body still spiraling from her first climax.

He grabbed the arm of the couch over her head and shouted her name, his cock thickening as he came inside her. He lowered his head, panting for breath, his wolf rumbling in his chest, and then he kissed her.

“Just a sec,” he said, giving her bottom lip a gentle nip.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“I wanted you to come while I was inside you.” He reached a hand between their bodies and she gasped as his fingers connected with her clit.

“Yes, I want that too,” she said. “I want all of it, Dare.”

“I’ll give you anything, everything, sweet mate.”

Audrey had woken in Dare’s arms before the sun came up. She’d always been an early riser, but she and Dare had been up late, tumbling into bed after he’d made her see stars on the couch, and made her feel more wanted than any man ever had.

While they’d pillow talked before drifting off to sleep, there was one word that kept flashing in her mind.

Dare had called her mate.

As she’d fallen asleep, she’d had the distinct thought that they were meant to meet and him calling her mate meant he felt the same way.